My Roommate

Past Times

***This story is based on other roommate books. And they will not act they are on camera/YouTube/TV. I made them different. I'm just using there names because I love the names and they look good.***

Mykie Evans: in real life she is and makeup artist, her channel is 'Glam and Gore' and she's awesome. Her real name is Lauren Mychal.
Real Age- 30.
Age in this- 23.

Elijah Mychal: he's in TVD and The Originals. He's a human in this though. And his real name is Daniel Gillies.

Age: 44, but that's in real life. In the show he was supposed to be between 27-30. So let's go with he's 25.

*Mykie's * P.O.V.*

After what felt like for ever, I finally got to my room. But when I opened the door, I saw and old familiar face, "Elijah?"

"...Mykie?"

"Yeah. Wait we're roommates?"

"Yeah I guess so. It's good to see you."

"You too. It's been SO long."

"Wow, it's just amazing to see you. I never thought I would see you here, or anywhere really. I mean we went completely different ways."

"Well I guess that it's destiny." I smiled.
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~a few hours later.~

I had unpacked my stuff and laid down. And I got on my phone to watch YouTube. 

Elijah walked in and laid on his bed.
"Ugh...it's good to finally lay down."

"Why are you tried?"

He looked at me, "people...People keep bugging me. Asking me to do things and go places. It's so annoying."

"Yeah I know, why do you think I stay away from people.?"

"Ha, yeah I know what you mean now." He smiled.
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***Back Story!***

So me and Elijah had been friends for a long time. In 8th grade is when we actually became friends, but then I...started falling for him.

I was in 4th block and he sat two seats away from me. I had every class with him, and I learned more about him. I mean he didn't talk about himself all the time, but being around him I realize that he was nice, funny. And I saw him as a cute friend. And....I started falling for him.

And I wanted to tell him SO bad, but I was to scared to. And I think someone told him, but I didn't say anything. But then I lived the rest of my life, (until now.) feeling bad for myself for never telling him how I really feel. But he wasn't my only crush.
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I looked over at him. He was still the same. He was still a lady's man, and he was still a funny, and cute guy. But now I felt even more in love with him when I looked at him. But he was so different from me. He didn't like art to much, he didn't like the paranormal. And he was in to trends and shoes, eta. Not to forget Sports...

But we were also alike, we both didn't really like people or parties. And we kept to are selves. So it was kind of nice to have him as my roommate.

He was me friend, crush, and now My Roommate.
Oh, My life was starting to get good...Or was it?...