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The Roommate I Never Knew
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
Tina and I had lived together in the same dorm room for almost a year.
We didn't get along very well, to say the least.
She never seemed to watch her words.
She called me names all the time and was always looking for ways to quarrel with me over every single thing.
Sometimes, I thought she was just a bitch who enjoyed making people unhappy.
I didn't really know if she had some issues or if she was just born that way.
I always tried to be patient with her, but it never seemed to work out.
Every time we tried to have a conversation, it always ended up with us screaming at each other and screaming bad things to each other.
I guessed we just weren't cut out to be roommates.
It was 2 a.m. now, hours since our last screaming match ended.
I was lying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep, but insomnia kept me awake.
Suddenly, an awkward but very loud knock was heard on the door.
"Um—hello?"
No answer.
"Is someone there? Hello?"
Still no answer.
I pushed myself up from the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor.
The room was dark except for the dim glow of my phone screen.
Another knock made me freeze mid-step.
My fingers gripped the edge of my desk as I inched toward the door.
The light from the hallway seeped through the gap underneath, casting strange shadows on the floor.
I heard some shuffling outside, followed by what sounded like a muffled sob.
Standing before the door now, I reached for the handle but stopped.
My palm was sweaty against the metal.
The knocking came again, more insistent this time.
"Who's there?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It's me, Tina," came the reply, her voice cracking.
"Can I come in? I really need to talk to you about something important."
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle.
The fluorescent hallway light seeped under the door, casting an eerie glow on my bare feet.
My fingers wrapped around the cold metal, and I turned it slowly, pulling the door open just enough to see her face.
Tina stood there, her makeup smeared, clutching her pillow like a shield.
Her usual sharp edges seemed softened, vulnerable.
The sight was so unexpected that I stepped back automatically, widening the gap.
She took this as invitation enough and slipped inside, her sock-clad feet making no sound on our worn carpet.