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MidReal Story
Roommates Series
Scenario:Luke es un joven de 19 años en forma que está por comenzar la universidad y es fácilmente influenciable por las actitudes de otros, en el colegio siempre fue alguien que practicaba deportes y que era activo y espera que eso no cambie, se dirige a lo que será su dormitorio durante sus años de universidad a escuchado que ya hay alguien ahí por lo que tendrá un roomie.
Oliver es un joven de 22 años perezoso y obeso que disfruta la comida rápida y todo lo que no sea saludable y no tiene ganas de cambiar eso, está en la universidad Pero piensa cambiarse a una carrera virtual quedándose en el dormitorio en el que está, por lo que ha entendido va a tener un roomie, ha tenido antes Pero suelen terminar siendo influenciados por sus pésimos hábitos y terminan volviendosen como el.
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Luke
about to start his first year at college. He is athletic, optimistic, and slightly insecure. Luke has always been a team player, enjoying sports and staying fit. He is hesitant about leaving his familiar high school routine behind. He is intrigued by the rumors of a mysterious girl living in his dorm, which distracts him from his concerns about his new living arrangements and potential conflicts with his roommate, Oliver.
Adam
attending college offline. He is protective, energetic, and responsible. Adam maintains a close bond with his brother, frequently visiting Oliver in the dorm and ensuring he stays on track. Unlike Oliver, Adam leads a healthier lifestyle and often tries to encourage his brother to do the same. His visits create a sense of conflict for Oliver between embracing his unhealthy habits and adhering to familial expectations.
Oliver
attending online courses while residing in the dorm. He is lazy, overweight, and unmotivated. Oliver enjoys unhealthy fast food and spends most of his time playing video games. He has a brotherly relationship with his sibling, Adam. He is resistant to change and often prioritizes his comfort over responsibilities. Despite his laidback nature, he is determined to protect his brother's interests when it comes to their shared college experiences.
I am nineteen years old, in good shape, and pretty much ready to start my first year of college.
Throughout high school, I was always an athlete and played on different teams.
I was active, vibrant, and hoped that nothing would change when I went to college.
I had heard stories about how people would let themselves go once they were in college, and I didn’t want that to happen to me.
I wanted to stay the same as I was in high school—athletic and fit.
As I walked toward my dorm room with all of my stuff in my hands, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like living with a roommate.
I had never had a roommate before, and I was slightly nervous about how we would get along.
Would we be friends, or would we not talk at all?
Would we become enemies?
Only time would tell.
When I finally reached my dorm room, I stood there for a second trying to gather my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
"Hello?"
I said immediately after opening the door.
There was no answer, so I walked slowly into the room trying not to make any noise that would disturb my roommate if he was sleeping.
I carefully set my gym bag down on the floor and looked around the room.
The left side of the room was clearly taken, as there were fast food wrappers on the desk, an unmade bed with crumpled sheets, and a gaming setup in the corner.
The right side of the room was empty, so I walked over to it and began to unpack my clothes from my bag.
I put them in the dresser that was provided by the school and made sure that they were folded neatly so that they wouldn’t get wrinkled.
I hung up my workout schedule on the wall so that I would know what days I had to go to the gym.
I also placed my protein shaker on top of the desk so that it would be easy to reach when I needed it.
As I was unpacking my textbooks and putting them in a neat stack on my desk, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway toward my room.
The door handle slowly turned, and then the door opened. "Hey," I said as I stood up straight and turned around to face whoever was coming into the room.
"Hi," said a guy with messy brown hair and a friendly smile.
He walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"I’m your roommate," he said as he extended his hand for me to shake.
"I am Luke," I said, offering a firm handshake.
"I’m Max too," he replied with a laugh.
"Well, this is going to be interesting," I said as we both laughed.
"So, what do you like to do for fun?"
Max asked as he sat down on his bed and began to take off his shoes.
"I like to work out," I replied as I sat down at my desk and began to unpack some more of my things.
"Cool," Max said as he stood up and walked over to his desk.
"I like to play video games."
He sat down and began to play on his computer, which was clearly his newest game.
I watched him for a second, and then I got up from my desk and walked over to my bed.
I sat down and began to look through the school’s course catalog to see what classes I would need to take next semester.
As I was flipping through the pages, I noticed that the room smelled like stale pizza.
I looked around and saw that Max had left the pizza box from last night open on his desk.
"Max, do you want to hit the gym with me later?"
I asked as I closed the course catalog and set it aside.
"Maybe tomorrow," he replied without looking away from his screen.
I sighed and stood up from my bed.
I walked over to our shared mini-fridge and opened the door.
I pulled out some chicken breast and rice and began to heat them up in the microwave. While my food was heating up, I started measuring out my protein shake.
I grabbed my protein powder from my desk and poured some into my shaker bottle.
Then I added some water and shook it up.
As I was shaking it, I heard Max get up from his bed and walk over to our mini-fridge.
He opened the door and pulled out a soda.
I looked over at him as he cracked open the soda can and took a big swig of it.
When he finished drinking, he let out a belch that echoed throughout our room.
I rolled my eyes at him and went back to making my protein shake.
Once my food was done heating up, I took it out of the microwave and set it on my desk.
I grabbed a fork from our drawer and began eating.
As I was eating, I heard Max get back up from his bed and walk over to our mini-fridge again.
He opened the door and pulled out another soda can.
He cracked it open and took a big swig of it. "Do you want anything else?" he asked me as he walked back over to his bed with his soda can in hand.
"No, thank you," I replied as I continued eating my food.
After I finished eating, I cleaned off my plate with soap and water in our sink, dried it with a towel, and put it back in our cabinet.
Then I grabbed my protein powder bottle from my desk and went back to making another protein shake for myself after my workout tonight at the campus gym.
As the days went by, I started to get into a routine.
Every morning at 6 AM, I would quietly slip on my running shoes and head out for a run before my classes started.
Max, on the other hand, seemed to be in his own world.
He would sleep in until noon every day, and when he woke up, he would spend most of his time playing video games or watching TV.
I tried not to let his habits bother me too much, but sometimes it was hard to ignore the fact that he left his dirty dishes piled up in the sink or that he never took out the trash.
One morning as I was getting ready to go for a run, I noticed that the room smelled stale and musty.
I looked over at Max's bed and saw that he had a pile of chip bags and energy drink cans next to his pillow.
I shook my head and walked over to the window to open it and let in some fresh air. As I was running back to my dorm room after my morning workout, I could feel the sweat dripping down my back.
I had pushed myself harder than usual today, and I was feeling pretty good about it.
When I got back to our room, Max was still sitting at his desk playing video games.
I walked over to our shared mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water out of it.
As I was drinking from the bottle, I noticed that there were fresh takeout containers on Max's desk next to his computer monitor.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to our sink to wash my hands before taking a shower.
When I came out of the bathroom after my shower, Max was still sitting at his desk playing video games.
I walked over to our mini-fridge and grabbed a protein shake out of it.
As I was drinking from the bottle, I noticed that there were more takeout containers on Max's desk next to his computer monitor. "Do you want anything else?"
Max asked me as he walked back over to our mini-fridge with his empty takeout container in hand.
"No thanks," I replied as I continued drinking from my bottle.
After finishing my protein shake, I walked over to our shared microwave oven and opened its door.
I pulled out a plastic container filled with last night's leftovers and placed it inside the microwave oven.
Then I set the timer according to the instructions on the label and pressed start.
As the microwave hummed, I realized that while college was about learning, it wasn't just from textbooks.
After my evening workout, I realized that I had forgotten to buy groceries for the week.
I opened the door to our mini-fridge and saw that my meal prep containers were empty.
My stomach growled loudly as I stared at my bare shelf.
Max's side of the fridge, on the other hand, was overflowing with bags of chips, cookies, and leftover pizza from last night.
I closed the mini-fridge door and decided to distract myself with homework.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my stomach continued to protest.
Just then, the sweet aroma of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies wafted through the room.
I looked up to see Max walking out of the bathroom with a plate of steaming hot cookies in his hands.
He set them down on his desk and began devouring them one by one.
The smell was heavenly, and my mouth started watering uncontrollably. Max got up from his desk and walked over to our mini-fridge to grab a glass of milk.
As he was pouring himself a glass, I found myself getting up from my bed and walking towards his desk.
I told myself that just one cookie wouldn't hurt, but as soon as I reached for one, Max turned around and caught me in the act.
"Caught you," he said with a smirk on his face.
I quickly grabbed a cookie off the plate and took a big bite of it.
"Alright, you got me," I said, savoring the warm, gooey chocolate.
Max chuckled, "You know, if you ever want some, just ask. I bake when I'm stressed."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Stressed? You seem so laid-back all the time."
He shrugged, "Yeah, well, I guess everyone has their own ways of dealing with things."
I nodded and went back to my bed, cookie in hand.
As I was eating, I realized that maybe Max wasn't so bad after all.
And who knows, maybe his baking could be a good way for us to bond.
The next morning, I woke up later than usual.
My alarm had gone off at 6 AM, but I had hit the snooze button repeatedly until it was already 8 AM.
I looked over at my desk and saw the workout schedule I had taped to the wall.
It was supposed to be leg day today, but as I lay in bed, I couldn't muster up the motivation to get up and go for a run.
Instead, I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through social media.
Max walked into the room with a bag of takeout in his hand.
"Hey man, you want some breakfast?"
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.
"Sure, what did you get?"
He opened the bag and pulled out a container of pancakes.
"I got pancakes and bacon. You want some?"
I nodded and got out of bed to grab a plate from our cabinet. As we were eating breakfast, Max asked me if I wanted to play some video games with him later.
I agreed and went back to bed to watch YouTube videos while he played on his computer.
After a while, Max got up from his desk and walked over to our mini-fridge.
He pulled out a soda can and cracked it open before taking a big swig of it.
Then he belched loudly and said, "Excuse me."
I rolled my eyes at him and continued watching videos on my phone.
After a few hours of gaming together, Max decided that he wanted to order pizza for lunch.
He picked up his phone and started dialing the number of our favorite pizza place.
As he was ordering, he asked me if I wanted anything else besides pepperoni.
I told him that I didn't need anything else, so he hung up the phone and waited for our food to arrive. When the pizza arrived, Max opened the box and pulled out a slice for himself before handing me one too.
We ate our lunch while continuing to play video games together until it was time for dinner again.
This time around though, instead of ordering takeout like usual, we decided that we would cook something ourselves using ingredients from our mini-fridge.
As I was getting dressed for class, I noticed that my jeans felt a little tighter than usual.
I looked over at my workout schedule on the wall and saw that I had missed multiple sessions this week.
Instead of hitting the gym, I had been staying up late playing video games with Max.
I opened the door to our mini-fridge and automatically reached for a leftover slice of pizza instead of my usual protein shake.
Max glanced over from his game and grinned as he saw me take a bite.
"Want to order wings tonight?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.
I checked my fitness app on my phone and saw that it had been nine days since my last workout.
Despite this, I found myself nodding and grabbing my wallet from the desk drawer.
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the person who stares back at me.
My once-sharp jawline is now softer, and my stomach has rounded out slightly.
My strict morning routine of waking up at 6 AM for a workout has given way to sleeping in until my first class starts.
The protein powder on my shelf remains untouched, replaced by energy drinks and bags of chips.
As I brush my teeth, Max calls out from his desk that our pizza delivery has arrived.
I quickly check my phone and see another notification from my fitness app reminding me to log a workout today.
When I open the app, I'm greeted with the unwelcome news that it's been thirty consecutive days since I last set foot in the gym.
Max's voice breaks through my thoughts, "Hey, you okay in there?"
I hesitate, then reply, "Yeah, just thinking about how I let things slide."
He pauses, then says softly, "We can start fresh tomorrow if you want—together."
I stare at my reflection, his words echoing in my mind.
Deep down, I know he's right; I should take him up on his offer.
But my mouth moves on its own, "Nah, I'm good," I say with forced casualness, "I've got everything under control."
Max shrugs and goes back to his game as I grab another slice of pizza.
My fitness app buzzes again, but I silence it and delete the notification.
I sit at my desk, mindlessly scrolling through my phone while munching on cold pizza from our latest midnight snack run.
My fitness app buzzes again - another guilt-inducing reminder about missed workouts and abandoned goals.
The constant notifications feel like judgment, mocking my new lifestyle of gaming marathons and takeout meals.
When the next alert pops up, I snap.
Without hesitation, my thumb hovers over the app icon, then holds it until it starts shaking.
One quick tap on the "x" and it's gone.
Relief washes over me.
Max notices my satisfied smile and holds up the delivery menu.
"Ready for round two?" he asks.
"Absolutely," I reply, feeling the weight of my decision lift.
I scan through the familiar takeout menu from Golden Dragon, my mouth watering as I spot our usual picks - extra crispy orange chicken, fried rice loaded with pork, and those addictive cream cheese wontons.
Max leans over my shoulder, pointing out new combo deals.
My finger traces down to the "healthy options" section I used to order from, but I quickly flip past it.
When Max suggests doubling our order for late-night gaming, I nod enthusiastically and reach for my credit card.
I slouch on my bed, scrolling through social media while munching on leftover Chinese food straight from the container.
Max's gaming setup hums in the background as he raids with his guild.
When my phone dies, I notice my old gym bag gathering dust under the desk.
Instead of feeling guilty, I kick it further back and grab the last egg roll.
Max tosses me a controller, inviting me to join his next match.
I sprawl on my bed, scrolling through social media while my stomach protests from our latest takeout binge.
Max's game music fills the room as I mindlessly reach for another handful of chips.
My hand bumps something under my pillow - my old workout schedule, crumpled and forgotten.
Without thinking, I ball up the paper and toss it toward the trash.
It misses, landing near my dusty gym shoes.
I don't bother picking it up.
While organizing my desk drawer, I find my old protein shaker buried under snack wrappers.
The sight of it irritates me, reminding me of early morning workouts I no longer want.
Without hesitation, I dump it in the hallway trash bin.
Back in the room, I spot my resistance bands hanging from the closet door.
I yank them down, stuffing them in a corner.
Max watches silently as I gather my workout clothes, compression sleeves, and fitness magazines, shoving everything in a garbage bag.
"Are you sure about this, Alex?" Max asks, his voice tinged with concern.
"Yeah, I'm done pretending," I reply, tying the bag with a sense of finality.
"But what about all those goals you had?" he presses, eyebrows furrowed.
I sit heavily in my desk chair, the wood creaking under my new weight.
Max's concerned expression catches my eye, but I turn away, focusing on the takeout menu stuck to our mini-fridge.
The garbage bag of workout gear sits abandoned in the hallway, visible through our open door.
A freshman passes by, glancing at the discarded equipment.
When he picks up my old resistance bands, I get up and slam our door shut.
Max flinches at the sound but says nothing.
I sprawl on my bed, controller in hand, surrounded by empty energy drink cans.
Max and I have perfected our routine - wake up at noon, order delivery for breakfast, game until dinner, then more takeout.
I grab the family bag of chips that Max tosses to me and settle more comfortably into my gaming chair.
The familiar crunch of chips and click of controllers fills our dark room as I start another round.
I lounge in my gaming chair, mindlessly snacking on chips while watching Max struggle to reach a fallen controller under his desk.
His shirt rides up, revealing his plump midsection.
"Having trouble there, chubby?" I tease, tossing another chip in my mouth.
Max emerges red-faced, but instead of getting upset, he smirks and reaches over to poke my own soft belly.
"Look who's talking," he laughs, grabbing the fallen controller.
"Remember when you used to do sit-ups here?"
I glance down at my protruding stomach, feeling it press against my tight t-shirt.
Instead of defending myself, I shrug and grab another handful of chips.
I hear the notification on Max's computer and glance over.
He clicks the email, and his eyes go wide.
"Check this out," he says, reading aloud.
"'Congratulations, you have won our sweepstakes! You will receive a brand new gaming chair, a premium headset, multiple controllers, and a year's supply of snacks!'"
My mouth waters at the mention of snacks.
I roll off my bed, my shirt riding up to expose my belly as I lean over Max's shoulder to read the email.
It includes a form to customize our monthly snack deliveries.
Max hands me the mouse, letting me pick first.
I pause, staring at the screen, and for the first time in months, I feel a spark of excitement.
I scroll through pages of candy bars, chips, and cookies.
Each click brings a smile to my face.
Max points out the premium chocolate section, and I add a few boxes to our cart.
Then I move on to the potato chips, adding multiple flavors.
The mini-fridge won't hold all this, so we clear out the remaining vegetables to make room.
"We could get a second fridge," Max suggests, "just for snacks."
I open another browser tab to check prices.
I lean back in my creaking gaming chair, watching the loading circle spin after we submit our order.
Max high-fives me as the confirmation email arrives.
The subject line reads: "Your Monthly Snack Delivery."
I open it, and the message lists our incoming feast: premium chocolate bars, limited edition chips, and imported candy from Japan.
We immediately clear more fridge space, tossing the last remnants of my old meal prep containers into the trash.
"We should reorganize the room," Max says, glancing around at our cluttered space.
"Maybe get a bigger desk and some shelves for all our new gear."
I sprawl back in my chair, the colorful wrappers of our first snack delivery littering the floor.
The premium dark chocolate tastes even better than expected as it melts on my tongue.
Max and I take turns sampling each new flavor, rating them between gaming sessions.
When he discovers the wasabi peas are too spicy for him, I trade him my honey butter chips.
My stretched t-shirt rides up as I reach for another bag, but I just adjust my position and keep snacking.
"Hey, do you think we should tell anyone about this?" Max asks, his voice muffled by a mouthful of chips.
I pause, considering the question. "Nah, let's keep it our secret for now," I reply, grinning as I pop another chocolate into my mouth.
I notice a new chocolate stain on my shirt, but I can't be bothered to change.
Max's clothes aren't any better - his sweatpants have pizza sauce marks from last night.
We continue gaming, dropping crumbs on ourselves as we play.
When I spill energy drink on my last clean shirt, I just dab it with a napkin and keep playing.
The room smells of old food and unwashed laundry.
Our growing laundry piles merge in the corner, neither of us caring enough to sort through the mess.
"Do you think it's getting a bit out of hand?" Max asks, eyeing the chaos around us.
I shrug, reaching for another handful of chips. "Maybe, but it's worth it for the snacks."
Max chuckles, but there's a hint of concern in his eyes. "Just promise me we'll clean up before anyone visits."
I sit in my gaming chair, wearing the same pizza-stained shirt from three days ago.
I haven't bothered to change, and neither has Max - his wrinkled t-shirt shows dark sweat marks and food stains.
When he mentions doing laundry, I wave him off, too focused on reaching the next game level.
Our dirty clothes pile grows higher in the corner, but neither of us moves to deal with it.
The smell doesn't even bother me anymore.
I grab another handful of chips, letting the crumbs fall onto my already dirty shirt.
I catch my reflection in my dark computer screen during a loading screen and pause.
I look... different.
My face has gotten rounder, and my cheekbones aren't as sharp as they used to be.
Max tosses me another bag of chips, and I automatically start munching while comparing our reflections in the screen.
He's always been bigger than me, but now my recent weight gain doesn't look so bad next to his larger frame.
I still miss my old athletic build, though.
When Max leans forward to pick up a fallen controller, his shirt rides up and reveals his soft stomach.
I sit on my bed, struggling to button my jeans.
Max lounges on his bed across the room, shirtless and snacking on chips.
His belly hangs over the top of his sweatpants.
The scale in our bathroom showed some shocking numbers this morning - I'm up 13 kilos since the semester started.
Max mentioned he's gained 18 kilos himself, but he doesn't seem to care.
I give up on the jeans and grab my loose sweatpants instead.
When Max suggests ordering our usual extra-large pizza for dinner, I hesitate for a moment before agreeing.
As the delivery arrives, I realize it's time for a change.