My Roommate is a Boy

I

ew boundaries and decided to accept them. I take out a notebook and open it to an empty page before I begin to write in it. I wanted to believe t

nything about it. "First rule, you can't be shirtless, especially in shared places," I say, and he smirks with a head shak

s just sitting there quietly as I recite all of the rules before

I had written. "Don't I get to write anything down?" He

supposed to be some kind of insult. He drops the paper on the coffee table in front of us befor

, 'I can't promise that,' and then he goes on to rule number four and scribbles, 'Can I bring my dog?' He knows I clearly mean that he can't have a girl over, a

emporary; I would find a solution to this, and we would go our se

ules are hanging there, and he is still standing in the middle of the kitchen, shirtless. I stood up

king gibberish for a while before he walks away with a sm

dy, even though I could still see how much he worked out from his arms. "

, thanks," I say, backing a

nickname. Then I am going to

me River, and I would call you Taylor,"

at's what you wa

ed per

ingredients he needed. I was in my room and checking the time. I could s

ng along later that week. I can't believe I would unpack them now and then get to pack them up again. I know

me. I stepped out, and sitting on the couch were Taylor and a strange girl almost

or. "Is she the roommate?" I usually did not care about what people thought of me, but

ested in whatever she was sayin

be your roommate?" The girl cried, acti

ype is; I had never been in a relationship before, so saying my type was a far fetch. She looks offended by my declaration

you are already breaking rules

riend over?" he asked, amused. It is almost as if

uch, staring at us. "I am going for lunch, but this should be gone by th

to see River's rul

E RU

alking around the

ence: no loud music or

be washed immed

ople allowed in

tuff. Especially my

oom clean. Hair.

side of the living r

ng. With me.