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MidReal Story
Cuddles with My Hot Roommate
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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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 was an understatement.
I loathed Tina.
Detested her.
Abhorred her.
The only thing I hated more than Tina was the fact that I had to live with her.
Our relationship had been a tumultuous one since the day we became roommates.
We were complete opposites.
Night and day.
Black and white.
Chocolate and vanilla.
You get the picture.
I was average.
Average height, average brown hair that liked to curl up when it was happy, average weight, average intelligence.
Boring average.
Tina, on the other hand, was far from average.
She was petite with straight black hair, flawless golden skin, and a body that curved in all the places a woman’s body should curve.
She was also a total bitch.
We’d had a fight earlier in the day about her "borrowing" my clothes again.
I was not in the mood to forgive her.
But as I looked at her standing there, clutching her pillow to her chest, looking vulnerable and scared, I couldn’t deny her.
I sat up in bed and turned my back to her, sliding closer to the wall to make space for her.
"Whatever. Just don't kick in your sleep like last time."
I heard her bare feet pad across the floor, felt the mattress dip as she climbed into bed behind me.
She settled in facing away from me, her back barely touching mine.
We didn’t sleep right away.
The only sounds were our breathing and the hum of the AC unit in the window.
I could feel her shoulders shaking against my back, but I didn’t turn to look at her.
After twenty minutes, she shifted, her body inching closer to mine.
"I’m cold," she mumbled, her voice sleepy.
I wordlessly tugged more of the blanket over her shoulders.
She snuggled closer, her body heat seeping through my thin pajamas.
Her hair tickled my shoulder blade, and I could smell the coconut shampoo she used.
I still wasn’t happy about the clothes she’d taken without asking, but as Tina settled in behind me, I felt myself relax.
After a few more minutes, her breathing evened out into sleep.
I reached for my phone on the bedside table and set an alarm for early the next morning.