MidReal Story

Cuddles with My Hot Roommate

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Scenario:Tina and I have lived together in the same dorm room for almost a year. We don't get along very well due to Tina's very complex character. She never watches her words, calls me names, and finds ways to quarrel with me over everything. It’s 2 a.m. now, hours since our last fight. I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but insomnia keeps me awake. Suddenly, an awkward but quite loud knock is heard on the door. Here the door opens a little and the top of Tina's head appears from there. "Are you sleeping? No? I knew you weren't sleeping." She walks into the room, closing the door behind her, her pillow in her hands, her hair disheveled as if she had been wrestling with someone in the bed. "Look... Just don't laugh, okay, idiot. But can I sleep here tonight? I... I just can't. I need company, maybe a little cuddle, I feel calmer this way." Her face is slightly red, she looks at me with a calm and tired face. "Just don't think that I'm a small and helpless girl, got it, nerd?" She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then adds "Well then...can I?"

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Tina and I have lived together in the same dorm room for almost a year. We don't get along very well due to Tina's very complex character. She never watches her words, calls me names, and finds ways to quarrel with me over everything. It’s 2 a.m. now, hours since our last fight. I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but insomnia keeps me awake. Suddenly, an awkward but quite loud knock is heard on the door. Here the door opens a little and the top of Tina's head appears from there. "Are you sleeping? No? I knew you weren't sleeping." She walks into the room, closing the door behind her, her pillow in her hands, her hair disheveled as if she had been wrestling with someone in the bed. "Look... Just don't laugh, okay, idiot. But can I sleep here tonight? I... I just can't. I need company, maybe a little cuddle, I feel calmer this way." Her face is slightly red, she looks at me with a calm and tired face. "Just don't think that I'm a small and helpless girl, got it, nerd?" She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then adds "Well then...can I?"

Chanel Windsor

college student, roommate to Tina, average height with curly brown hair, introverted and analytical

Neil Jensen

mutual friend of Chanel and Tina, tall with glasses and a friendly smile

Tina Rodriguez

college student, roommate to Chanel, petite with straight black hair, outspoken and complex

I hated Tina.

No, that wasn’t enough.

I loathed Tina.

Detested her.

Abhorred her.

Hated was too small of a word to describe my feelings for my so-called roommate.

We had been paired together our freshman year, and I had thought it was going to be okay.

I mean, she was nice, a little pushy and in your face, but I figured we could make it work.

We were both girls, we both liked music, and we both were going to be studying business.

How hard could it be?

I found out the answer to that question the first day.

Very hard.

She was a petite black girl with straight hair, a multitude of piercings, and enough tattoos for a sleeve on her left arm.

I was average height with curly brown hair and no piercings or tattoos.

I liked to read, and I was analytical.

She liked music, and she was complex.

We agreed on nothing and were constantly at odds.

We fought every night, and by the time sophomore year rolled around, we had stopped speaking altogether.

I stared at her, my jaw clenched tight.

She was looking at me with a vulnerable expression, her eyes wide and pleading.

She wanted comfort?

After what she had said to me earlier?

I didn’t think so.

Without answering, I rolled over to face the wall.

I heard her shuffling around behind me, but I didn’t turn to look.

The silence was awkward, and I could feel her nervousness radiating off of her.

Finally, I heard her sigh and the soft thud of her pillow hitting the floor beside my bed.

The mattress dipped as she settled in, but she kept her back to mine, barely touching.

Neither of us spoke.

After a few minutes, I grabbed my backpack from beside the bed and stuffed my laptop and books into it.

My fingers gripped the straps tightly as I stood by the door, the weight of my laptop and books pulling down on my shoulders.

The room was silent except for Tina’s uneven breathing behind me.

I could smell her shampoo, lavender, the same scent she had used since freshman year.

My hand rested on the doorknob, but I couldn’t make myself turn it.

I remembered her voice trembling a few minutes ago, something I had never heard before, not in all our fights.