MidReal Story

Cuddles with My Hot Roommate

Marcus Pegel

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 my roommate.

It was a fact I had come to terms with after only two weeks of living together.

There was no use in denying it anymore.

We just weren't compatible in any way.

Sure, we were both college students, but that was about it.

We looked nothing alike, we acted nothing alike, and we didn't have any classes together.

We didn't even like the same guys.

I mean, I liked Neil Jensen, the tall guy with the glasses and the friendly smile, while Tina had a soft spot for Neil's best buddy, Rick Torres, the short half-Mexican half-Irish guy with the complex name and the easygoing attitude.

But then, Tina and I didn't like much in general.

Tina had been raised on pop music and clubbing, while I had grown up listening to rock and roll and disapproved highly of anything that involved a lot of alcohol and not a little bit of common sense.

Tina was outgoing, talkative, and opinionated.

I was introverted, analytical, and reserved.

Tina was also gorgeous: petite with straight black hair, flawless brown skin, and a body any model would have been envious of.

I was just... well, I didn't know how to describe myself.

I had auburn hair, fair skin, and a body that was a bit on the plump side.

I was also very reserved and not at all talkative.

So, no wonder we didn't get along.

It wasn't like we had never tried.

We had tried at the beginning of our freshman year, but it had been a disaster.

We had ended up fighting over everything and anything, and we had given up.

Now we just coexisted in the same room without much interaction.

That was why I was so surprised when Tina appeared at my bedside at two o'clock in the morning with her pillow in her arms and an awkward expression on her face.

I stared at her for a long time, not knowing what to say or do.

The moonlight streaming through our dorm window highlighted the messiness of her hair and the trembling of her hands clutching the pillow tightly.

She looked like she had been wrestling with someone in bed, not sleeping peacefully as she claimed. "Well...?" she asked after a minute or two.

Her voice was slightly shaky, but she still sounded determined enough.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

I hesitated for another minute or two, trying to make sense of it all.

We had fought only hours ago; I couldn't forget that easily.

And yet... Tina looked so vulnerable now that I couldn't bring myself to turn her down.

Finally I shifted to the side, making space on my narrow bed for her to crawl in beside me.

It wasn't much space anyway; Tina's small frame fit easily beside me.

The bed creaked as she settled in behind me, her tense body pressing against my back.

For several minutes there was silence between us as I waited for her to relax and fall asleep, but it didn't happen.

She remained stiff and silent behind me. It was only after what felt like an eternity that I heard her breathing even out and felt her relaxing against me.

I smiled to myself and closed my eyes once more, feeling sleepy now that Tina was calm again.

Just as I started drifting off, however, I thought I heard a whisper behind me: "Thank you."

But then again, maybe I just imagined it because when I turned around to look at Tina, she was fast asleep with her mouth closed and her eyes shut tightly.

I shifted to the side as Tina slid under my covers, her body radiating nervous energy.

The mattress creaked as she settled in beside me, her pillow bumping against mine.

For a few minutes there was silence between us, and I thought that Tina had fallen asleep, but then she spoke up.

"Can we talk?"

I grunted noncommittally, still annoyed about our fight over the dirty dishes earlier.

Tina turned around to face me, her face slightly red in the dim light of the room.

"I'm sorry about calling you a stuck-up prude," she mumbled.

Before I could say anything in response, however, she continued: "Do you think we should have a proper sleepover? You know, matching pajamas and all that?"

I stared at her in the dim light, trying to make sense of her suggestive comment.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the air thickening between us.

Tina inched closer, her bare shoulder brushing against mine, sending goosebumps down my arm.

She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with an intensity I had never seen before.

Her fingers traced along my arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I wanted to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat.

When Tina leaned in closer, her breath hot against my neck, I didn't pull away.

"Tina, what are you doing?" I finally managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

She paused for a moment, her eyes searching mine.

"Trying to figure out why I can't stop thinking about you," she replied softly, her vulnerability catching me off guard.