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 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.

Tina and I were complete opposites, which was why we always ended up in some type of altercation.

I was introverted, quiet, and – above all else – analytical.

Tina, however, was outspoken, complex, and downright weird.

Not to mention she was a kleptomaniac – among other things.

I didn’t understand how someone could just take something out of another person’s room and not feel any type of remorse.

I mean, it wasn’t like I had anything that expensive or luxurious in my room – yet she always managed to find something in there to take.

Sometimes I wondered if she did it out of spite or if she actually got pleasure out of doing it.

Either way, I couldn’t wait until graduation so I could get away from her.

I never wanted to see her again or have anything to do with her.

The fact that she was asking to sleep in my bed now, after all the shit she had pulled, just seemed like the perfect opportunity to question her about the things she had taken from me.

I stared at Tina’s pleading expression and then nodded my head slowly.

She looked relieved as I moved over in the bed to make space for her, but didn’t actually invite her in yet.

"Before you get comfortable," I said evenly, "we need to talk about something."

Tina froze mid-step and looked at me with wide eyes.

Her hair was a complete mess, sticking up in every direction – it almost looked as if she had been wrestling someone in the bed.

My eyes drifted over to my desk drawer, which I knew for a fact had been opened last week, and the empty space on my bookshelf where my favorite bracelet used to sit.