Short Drabbles//Short Stories

Roommates

"This tastes like sunshine."

"I'm glad it does Jackson, but I thought you stopped drinking after you wound up naked in my bed," she stated, although it came out sounding more like a question.

She cringed at the memory of her roommate sprawled out across her bed without clothes.

"I did stop, but life happens and I needed to be drunk for tonight because I have to kill the dean at 11," he said nonchalantly, as if it was something they both did on a regular basis.

The girl's eyes widened, "What do you mean you have to kill the dean at 11, have you gone completely insane?"

"No I'm not insane, you just don't know everything about my job, besides I owe a buddy of mine, and it just so happens the favor involves executing the dean of students," he responded, "look, I'm not going to get caught, and you wouldn't tell anyone about this, you know better than that."

She rolled her eyes at her roommate, "Like hell I won't you're moonlighting as a hitman, you're a murderer, you're crazy."

"For the last time, I'm not crazy, this gig pays a lot, did you really think I was able to hire an interior decorator on an accountants' salary?" He questioned, "You've gotten just as much out of me being a hitman as I have."

The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but closed it before anything came out, leaving the two to stand in silence, until finally an alarm on the young mans' phone went off. The man turned his back to his roommate, beginning to get his equipment ready as his roommate left to grab something from her room, only to return a minute later, with a solemn look on her face. She took a deep breath in before speaking.

"I'm so sorry Jackson, but I can't let you leave," she said, her voice breaking, as the man turned around to question her, she pulled a gun out of her back pocket, "I can't let you leave because I was hired to kill you."

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