You enter the dorm room to find a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair unpacking her suitcase. She is wearing a pink sweater, glasses, and skinny jeans. She appears startled when you first arrive, and you are confused as to why there is a girl in your room and not a guy roommate.
You have your room assignment which clearly marks that you are supposed to be in this room, Room 203. You see her paper which also states Room 203. There's definitely an error here as there's no way the school would let you room with a girl, as much as you would love that. You guess your next move should be finding the RA to ask what's going on.
"Ahh!" She jumps a little. "Oh- sorry. Hi there. Sorry, you scared me," she exclaims. "Who are you?" She turns to face you, and her skin is glowing.
I jump a bit as well and say "uh I could ask the same question isn't my roommate supposed to be a guy?"
Well you could ask him yourself... if he were here. Or maybe it's some sort of mistake? She tries to play it off as a joke, but there's an underlying nervousness in her voice. She glances around the room awkwardly before returning to her suitcase, fiddling with something inside.
I say "well are you sure your in this room?"
I'm positive I was given Room 203. You must be mistaken! ...Or maybe we were switched at birth? It would explain so much... like why you're so attractive and I'm not! She laughs, trying to lighten the mood. But her cheeks flush a bit as she realizes what she just said and how it sounded.
I laugh as well and say "your very attractive yourself"
She flushes a deeper shade of pink at the compliment and ducks her head, trying to hide it. "Aw, thanks... you're not so bad yourself." Her gaze darts around the room again before settling on something behind you. You turn to see what she's looking at - a poster of your favorite sports team. "Oh... you're a fan?" She asks softly.
I turn around and say "oh yeah they are my favorite team"
That's cool! I used to hate them when I was younger because my brother loved them... but I sort of grew into it myself. It's nice having something to dislike about your sibling, right? She smiles shyly, her gaze drifting back down to her suitcase. "So... what should we do?"
She glances up at you again, clearly uncomfortable with the proximity but not wanting to be too obvious about it either.
I say "yeah of course" laughing and then say "well probably call the college right?"
She grimaces at the idea. "I guess... but they're probably swamped right now with everyone trying to register. It might be quicker just to find another room if there are any available." Her voice trails off, hoping you'll suggest that option instead of dealing with administration.
I then nod and check all the other rooms but they are full and return and say "they are all full"
She sighs heavily and slumps onto her bed. "Well then... I guess we have no choice. We'll just have to live with each other until they can find us another room." There's a hint of defeat in her voice, but also resignation. Maybe living with you won't be so bad after all?
I then go into my room and start unpacking
Her cheeks flush at the thought that she might be sharing a room with you. Trying to play it cool, she begins unpacking her own things. "So... what's your major?" She asks casually as she sorts through her clothes.
I say "I'm researching computer science what about you?"
"I'm studying biology," she replies, rummaging through her suitcase to find a t-shirt. "But I love computers too... they're so fascinating!" She looks over at you with wide eyes, hoping for some sort of interaction or interest in what she's saying.
Shelby shyly continues: "And uh... what do you like to do for fun? Do you play any sports?"
I give her my full attention and say "wow biology is really dope" and then say "I play on the football team"
She blushes at your enthusiastic compliment and grins shyly in reply. "Well thank you! I think so too... it's just, you know, cells and DNA and all that stuff," she giggles nervously. Her cheeks grow even redder as she listens to you talk about football; her gaze drifts over to the sports poster on your wall, admiring it unabashedly. "Oh really? That's cool... I bet you're really good at it!"
There's an awkward silence for a moment before Shelby decides to change the subject. "So... um, what kind of music do you like?"
I say "yeah kinda I guess" and then say "oh I love rock and rap music but I will listen to anything as long as it's good"
She glances over at you curiously while she continues unpacking her things. "I like a little bit of everything too... but I'm not really into rap." She pauses for a moment, considering how that might sound. "Not that there's anything wrong with it! It's just not my thing." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words.
Shelby clears her throat and tries again. "So... what kind of bands do you like? Any favorites?"
I say "oh it's totally fine it's not everyone's thing" and then I think for a moment and say "oh I like avenged sevenfold and snoop dog"
That's interesting... I actually don't know much about either one of those bands. Avenged Sevenfold sounds kinda dark and edgy, which is cool. Snoop Dogg has some really catchy beats too! Maybe we could exchange some music sometime? she asks hopefully, trying to break the ice a bit more.
Her cheeks flush again as she thinks of something else to say. "Oh, by the way... I sleepwalk sometimes. Sorry if I end up bothering you or anything."
I walk over and give her my spotify and say "oh yeah it's fine but you won't like fall or something right?"
She takes your Spotify account and looks it over curiously. "I don't know... I haven't really listened to that kind of music much. But maybe there are a few songs here I could like! Thanks for sharing," she says with a genuine smile. Her cheeks grow even redder at the thought of you watching her sleepwalk, but she tries not to let it show too much. "And no worries about the sleepwalking... I do it all the time. Like when I was little, my mom used to tell me I'd crawl out of bed and go dance around in circles or eat cookies in my sleep!" She laughs at the memory, though you can tell she's still a bit self-conscious about it.
I say "wow that's really cool" giving a chuckle and say "well I won't force ya to listen to it" shrugging and going back to my room to unpack
Shelby can't help but smile at your reaction. "You know... you might be surprised! Sometimes sleepwalkers just need a little encouragement to try new things," she says with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood further. She finishes unpacking her suitcase and begins exploring the room more thoroughly, making herself at home despite the awkward situation.
I finish unpacking fast and then I start making dinner"
As you make dinner, Shelby continues to unpack and organize her things in the room. She notices a few pictures on your desk of you and your friends at football games or parties; she can't help but feel slightly envious of the close relationships you seem to have with them. Her own social life consists mostly of studying and hanging out with other biology nerds, which isn't quite as exciting.
Despite this, she tries her best not to seem too interested in your personal life. Every so often though, a small giggle or comment about the picture slips out before she can catch herself. Eventually, you look up from what you're doing and give her a curious glance; she immediately blushes and turns away, mumbling something about needing to find a place for her clothes.
I finish making bacon and eggs and places two plates on the coffee table and say "hey I made some extra food for you"
She can't help but smile at your thoughtfulness; it's surprisingly nice to be considered in this situation. "Thanks," she says shyly, sitting down on the bed to eat. As you sit together on the couch and share a meal, there's an unexpected sense of camaraderie between you both. You talk about classes and extracurricular activities, exchanging stories about your lives before college. Even though she doesn't play sports or have many friends in common with you, Shelby finds herself enjoying the conversation and feeling surprisingly comfortable around you.
The more they talk, the easier it gets for her to laugh and joke with you. There's something about him that draws her out of her shy shell; he makes her feel accepted despite their unexpected living situation. It's not until after dinner when she finally works up the courage to ask him a question that's been on
her mind since the start of the day. "Hey... do you want to play a game or something after dinner?" she asks hesitantly, not sure how he'll react. Maybe it would help pass the time and make this whole thing feel less awkward? She nervously picks at a loose thread on her sweater while she waits for his response.
I smirk and think and say "yeah sure I don't have any plans this evening"
She smiles back at you, relieved that he doesn't seem to have anything else planned. "Cool! What do you want to play?" she asks excitedly, feeling a surge of energy suddenly course through her veins. It had been so long since they let them have social gatherings on campus; even a simple game night would feel like a treat.
Shelby glances around the room, trying to decide where they should set up their games. There's an empty spot on the floor in front of your bed that might work... or maybe she could find something else? Deciding against using her bed, she heads over to the empty space and starts laying out a few board games and cards they can play. "What do you want to try first?"
I shrug and sit down on the floor and say "idk how about you pick?"
"Okay!" she exclaims brightly, eager to choose. She takes a quick look through the selection and finally decides on a game of Exploding Kittens. "This one's supposed to be really funny and easy to learn," she explains as she lays out the cards in front of you both. "So if it's too dumb, just tell me, okay?"
Shelby grins shyly before adding, "Or you can always pick next time."
I smile as I take my cards and say "I've played this once years ago but I really only play a lot of warhsmmer 40k with my nerd friends nowadays so it's been a while but I'm down to play anything "
That sounds interesting... I've never heard of that game before. Nerds and their weird hobbies, right? But hey, variety is the spice of life! Maybe you could teach me how to play sometime? she asks hopefully, already feeling a sense of camaraderie forming between the two of you.
They spend the next few hours laughing and enjoying each other's company as they play game after game; their awkwardness fades away with every card they draw or die roll they make. Shelby begins to realize that maybe, just maybe, living with this guy won't be so bad after all... in fact, it might even be kind of fun.
As we play i realize she is really good at card games and end up losing
You completely forget about your earlier impression of her as she continues to outplay you game after game; it's both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time. Her competitive side really comes out when they're playing something she's good at, and you can't help but find yourself more attracted to that fierce determination than her usual shy demeanor.
As the night wears on, your heart skips a beat every time she giggles or gives you a sly smile when you make an especially bad move. Maybe this was fate after all - being stuck with her in this tiny dorm room for however long it takes to find another one of you...?
The thought makes you grin like a fool, and soon enough, she's grinning too. You can feel the connection growing stronger between you as the games continue; whether it's due to your shared living situation or some deeper
I say "damnnnn girl you are really good at these games"
She blushes and laughs, attempting to play it off as modesty. "Oh, come on! It's not that big of a deal... anyone can be good at something." But her cheeks only grow redder when you keep insisting otherwise. The truth is, she enjoys this - the way your compliments make her feel special and desired. Maybe this whole thing isn't such a terrible situation after all...?
They play until well past midnight, eventually collapsing into giggles over some ridiculous inside joke from one of their games. As you lie there on your bed, barely containing your laughter while she does the same across the room, it occurs to you that maybe this could be more than just sharing a room... maybe this could be something real between the two of you.
I help put away the game and fall asleep
As you fall asleep, she can't help but wonder about the strange turn their evening took. The way he made her laugh and feel so alive... it was almost surreal. Maybe sharing a room with him wasn't such a terrible idea after all? She yawns softly and slips under the covers of her bed, closing her eyes and hoping for sweet dreams filled with cards and laughter.
Unfortunately for Shelby, she never quite mastered the art of sleepwalking - it always caught her off guard, making it difficult to do anything other than... well, whatever it was that happened earlier tonight. Her subconscious must have been having its own grand adventures though; because before she knows what's happening, she feels herself standing up and padding over to your bed.
Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes what she's about to do; her heart races and her palms grow sweaty. It feels like a dream, surreal and impossible... but here she is, mere inches from his bed. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand and places it on your shoulder.
Her gaze drifts up to meet yours; she can't help but feel a jolt of electricity course through her when their eyes connect. It takes all of her courage just to speak the words that are now floating on the edge of her lips. "I- I..."
Her heart pounding in her chest, she realizes what she's about to do. Even as her embarrassment threatens to overwhelm her, a small part of her is thrilled by the prospect of sharing this moment with you. She hesitates for a split second, then slowly slips beneath the covers beside you, pressing her warm body against yours.
Their breath mingles as they both freeze in shock at what's just happened; their hearts racing and minds reeling from the unexpected closeness. Shelby can feel every inch of him next to her, but she doesn't pull away - instead, she dares to touch his skin with her fingertips, tracing delicate circles on his chest as they lie there together under the sheets.
I am in a deep sleep and don't even realize it
It's not until much later that she realizes you didn't respond to her advances; in fact, she's not even sure if you knew what happened at all. A pang of guilt washes over her as she finally pulls away and rolls onto her side, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Maybe it had just been a weird dream after all? But no... she can still feel your warmth lingering where she pressed against you, and there's an odd tingling sensation between her legs that won't go away.
She turns back over, intending to apologize for what happened when morning comes; but as she falls back asleep, a tiny part of her wonders if maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all...
I wake up and get ready for the day
When you finally stir in your bed and begin to wake up, she's still asleep beside you; her soft breaths against the back of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. It takes all of your self-control not to move or react in any way that might wake her up. You remember what happened last night... and how it felt when she pressed herself against you under the covers.
Carefully, you slip out of bed without making a sound; as quiet as a ghost, you head into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. Once there, you can't help but glance at her through the doorway every few seconds, wondering what she must be dreaming about... and whether or not she remembers last night at all.
The tension between you is palpable as you both go about your morning routines; neither of you willing to acknowledge what happened or say anything about it
When I finish getting ready I realize she is still asleep so I sneak over and yell "WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD" jokingly
Her eyes snap open and she lets out an ear-piercing scream, sitting bolt upright in bed with a look of pure terror on her face. "W-What?! W-Who's there?" She frantically looks around the room, wide-eyed and shaking, before finally spotting you across the way. Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes it was all just a dream... or maybe not.
"Sorry," you mutter sheepishly. "Didn't mean to scare ya." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then nods. "It's okay... I guess." But there's something in her voice that tells you she's still unsettled by the whole thing.
As if to change the subject, she glances at the clock and groans. "Oh man, I overslept again..." She sw
I laugh and say "better go quick then" as I grab my things and leave for school
You can't help but laugh as you watch him walk out the door, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over her. A part of her had been hoping that maybe... just maybe he would mention what happened last night, or apologize for yelling at her like that this morning. But no such luck.
She quickly gets dressed and ready for her day, trying not to think too much about the events of the past few hours. As she's brushing her teeth, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and realizes how flustered she still looks. With a sigh, she finishes getting ready and heads out to class, hoping that today will be a little less... eventful than yesterday was.
I get home early to prepare for my friends coming over later
Her day at class passes by in a blur as she tries to focus on her studies and not think about last night. The memory of your warmth pressed against her still lingers, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. When you finally arrive home after class, she's relieved; maybe now they can forget about what happened and just go back to being normal roommates.
As you begin setting up for your friends, Shelby tries her best to help out and make herself useful, but she can't shake the feeling that there's an unspoken tension between the two of you. It's almost as if something happened last night that changed things irreversibly; yet no one is willing to acknowledge it.
I then say "hey sorry for yelling this morning I was doing it as a joke didint mean to scare you" and then I say "I assume your sleepwalking is how you ended up in my bed?"
Her cheeks flush crimson once again as she realizes you know about her sleepwalking habit. "I-It's okay... I shouldn't have snuck into your bed anyway..." She trails off, feeling embarrassed and awkward all over again. As for last night, she decides not to bring it up; maybe if they both pretend like nothing happened, they can go back to being normal roommates.
She glances up at you from under her lashes, wondering what might have been different if things had played out differently between them. The thought makes her heart ache just a little bit more as she tries to focus on helping you get ready for your party.
I prepare my warhammer 40k map and grab about 25 little mini figures from my room and my friend comes over and I greet him
As you and your friend chat and play, Shelby tries to blend into the background, enjoying the party atmosphere while keeping a safe distance between herself and the two of you. She's grateful for the distraction; it makes it easier for her not to think about what could have been between you and her last night.
She continues helping out with whatever she can, making sure drinks are filled and everyone is having a good time. It isn't until much later that the party starts winding down that she finds herself alone with you in the room again. The air feels heavy and charged as your eyes meet across the space; there's something unspoken passing between you, like an electric current.
Finally, you clear your throat and speak up, breaking the silence: "Hey, Shelby... thanks for helping out tonight." Her cheeks flush again at being addressed directly; she can feel her heart racing under her
I then say "you didint have to help but you did and thanks that was really nice and cool"
Her cheeks turn even redder at your compliment. "Oh... you're welcome," she mumbles shyly, looking down at her feet. The truth is, she enjoyed being around you and your friends tonight; it was a nice change of pace from the lonely life she'd grown used to since moving here.
The silence stretches between you for another few moments before she finally manages to force out another sentence. "So... I should probably head to bed now. It's getting late." She starts toward her room, glancing back over her shoulder with an awkward smile. "Goodnight."
I say "wait before you go to bed" I flush red and say with a shy voice "would you maybe wanna go out this friday?"
Her heart skips a beat as you ask her out; it's not at all what she expected after last night's events. She swallows hard, struggling to find words amidst the sudden rush of emotions. "I-I don't know... I mean, that sounds nice, but are you sure? We just met and--"
You cut her off with a faint smile. "Hey, we can be friends first if you want. Besides, it's only Friday night. Nothing serious." She looks up at you, hope fluttering in her chest despite her better judgment. Maybe there is still something between the two of you; maybe this could lead to something more than just sharing a room...