My Roommate is a Boy

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sed to eating thrice a day even though it was never a proper meal, but today after eating cereal, I had sp

rateful that she could spend the rest of the week indoors and not bother about the admission pr

o should I believe?" He asked as if I were to answer the question. I ju

I stop at another r

e meals." He points to the fridge, and my eyes run over the rules one by one. Rule number five was too similar, and it made me w

once," I murmur even though I am not sure if I trust myself. One lie had turned into a mountain

you say, s

shakes his head. He was the embodiment of stub

me, and I want to comment on how he is breaking rule number one again, but I cut him some slack since h

ink the issue is that it is coming from him to me. I sit there with my

hocked; the question truly sounds like something he would ask. I

can ask them questions." As soon as he hears my reason, he burst

ing to take offence until he explains his reaction. "Oh my goodness! I guess I should no longer call you

either," I say, and he looks dead

l be. I get to choose what I would call you," h

I can pick a n

I try to think of a nickname he might not like, but all that comes to mind sounds hurtful once they say it out loud, an

d he throws his hand in the air in sur

he begins to fill two plates. He places one in front of me, and I can't deny it; it

uth and blow on it for a few seconds before pushing it into my mouth. The juiciness of the meal explodes in my mouth a

p my face to the plate in front of me. How could I not get addicted

atter and comes to sit beside me on the stool. I feel the heat of his body radiating to

ring pasta. I wondered how I was able to keep my cool with

on was playing pictures with a muffled sound. I see him put his phone to his ear, and I watch how the cocky atmosphere around him changes to tension. He walks to his ro

y, T, han

hell just