Roommates with Benefits [18+ only]

5. I guess not

"Did you find a roommate?"

I sighed, not even wanting to think about the blonde menace currently out with his friends, thank God. I'm hoping these people will be interesting enough to keep him busy and, especially, out of the apartment most of the time. "Yeah."

"And ..." Kelly insisted, "how is she?" Right, I didn't tell my sister that my new roommate is a guy.

"A nightmare." I let slip. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but at the third phone call I sent to voicemail, Kelly threatened to call our parents. Not that they'd give a shit if I vanished out of thin air, but the last person on Earth I want to talk to right now is my mother. She'd immediately find something about me to complain about.

"Already?" Kelly laughed. "Kick her out then."

"You know I can't." I sighed, pouring steamy hot green tea into my favorite mug. Luckily, Lukas has been out all day, running errands – something I know only because he tried to convince me to go with him. He's got this stubborn idea that we need to be friends, not just roommates. But if you want to be friends with someone, the first thing you do, after merely 24 hours, isn't fuck their brains out twice, is it?

"You know, Kev has a cousin that's just about to move to Boston," Kelly mentioned, "maybe she can be your roommate."

I frowned. "Kevin's cousin?" I wondered out loud. "Doesn't he only have one cousin? That stuck-up witch I met when I was at your place this summer?"

My sister laughed. "I mean, nightmare for nightmare, it might as well be family, right?"

I rolled my eyes, part of me thinking she was only halfway right: nightmare for nightmare, I might as well get some steamy, mind-numbing sex that will inevitably set my standards way too high for any man to measure up to. Not that I will get it, I don't intend to, despite being offered, but still.

"Why is your roommate so bad, anyway?" Kelly asked, curious. "You have your own bathroom, so that can't be it. And it's only been three days, that's fast even for you."

"What do you mean by that?" I bit back, mildly offended.

"I mean your social skills keep getting worse, Taz. Living alone three years hasn't done you any good. You're more than a homebody, you're basically a crazy cat lady without cats."

"Hey!"

Predictably, Kelly laughed. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, yeah, I need friends," I rolled my eyes, "or better yet, a boyfriend."

"Friends? Yes." My sister agreed. "A boyfriend ... nah." She went on laughing. "You're 21, Taz, and with the experience of a potato, what you need is a sex god that won't let you get out of bed for a whole weekend."

Stirring my tea once I'd added a couple of spoons of sugar, I bit on my lips, inevitably thinking just how accurately Kelly had inadvertently just described my current situation. "You sound like Sheila." I sighed, because my mind obviously connected Lukas the sex god to Sheila the best friend I ungratefully betrayed not once, but twice.

My sister snorted. "You still hear from that hoe?"

"Kelly ..." I reprimanded in a sigh. "You're talking about my best friend." My only friend, actually, which makes it even worse.

"Best friend my ass." My sister grumbled. "How is she a best friend? You barely talk!"

"So what? You know I'm not a social type."

"If she cared, she'd call or text." Kelly huffed. "When's the last time she contacted you first?"

I sighed. Three years ago. To tell me not to bother coming to her birthday, she wouldn't celebrate. When I found out she did, I was inevitably hurt, but Sheila explained that she only told me not to go because Jason was going to be there with his new wife, she didn't want me to suffer. Isn't that what a best friend does?