Kolvina one-shots

Roommates- Part 3

Kol and Davina have been in there dorm situation for a whole 2 weeks, and it's not exactly been a walk in the park. They get into an argument, which ends. Well, read to find out.

Davina's POV

It's been 2 weeks living with Kol, and I thought it would be easier, I was so, wrong. He always invites people over, and yeah, I invite people, but this guy is every night! He never cleans up behind himself, and he's constantly just barging into my room, without knocking. Like one time, I was in mid, change and he just walked in. Like it was nothing. He came in, grabbed the back of chips that I bought, and then he ate them all! Like Jesus how much of a pig can you be! I get out of the shower, about to take my towel down, when the door swings open, and I jump back, holding the towel on my body tightly. "What the hell?!" I yell, "You got a letter from your mom." He says, smirking as he leans on the door frame, checking me out. Dude, what the fuck! "And you couldn't knock?!" I say again, "I could've, but, what's the fun in that." He says. "Ugh, just get out!" I say, throughing a pillow at him, "Ooh, I've hit a nerve." He chuckles, walking towards me. "Relax Darling, I won't bite." He says, and I put on a sarcastic smile, "You won't, but I will!" I say, smacking him across the face, and pushing him out of the door. "What the bloody hell!?" He yells.

"Learn to have some respect douchebag!" I yell, locking my door. I quickly get dressed, going out to get a snack. I look in all the cabinets, and see all the damn food gone! I'm going to kill that bastard! I huff, and stomp towards Kol's room in my black tank top, and Nike black and white short shorts. I don't knock because, well he never does. I walk in to him on his bed, reading a book. "Come to apologise?" He asks, putting the book down, and sitting up, and I smirk in an angry way, throughing the empty goldfish carton at him. "What is with you and hurting me?!" He asks, sitting up. "I wouldn't have to, if you would grow the hell up!" I yell, "What do you mean?" He asks, oblivious, and I really want to punch him in his adorable-NO stupid, dumb, idiot, face! "You are the WORST roommate! You don't clean up after yourself, your constantly bringing people over, and you let who ever eat everything, not to mention you can't knock, and you keep taking my stuff!" I yell, snapping. "Me? I'm a problem, well that's saying something. With you always bringing over your posse all the damn time, and you stay up till like, 3 in the damn morning, blasting music! And your lucky I get you up in the morning, because you'd be late everyday if I didn't! Not to mention you hog the TV!" He yells back, moving closer. I through my hands up, going into the kitchen, and him following.

I go into the cabinet, pulling out all the empty chip bags, and chessits, and goldfish, and any snacks we had. I through it all on the floor before his eyes, him scoffing. "Oh, that's not all! That's just what I didn't throw away! If your gonna eat all the damn food, at least throw the fucking trash away! And stop putting the milk carton back, when there's like, I drop of milk left!" I yell, and he rolls his eyes. "Maybe I'll throw my shit away, when you stop hogging the couch with your girls, and stop using all the damn wifi all the time!" He shouts, and I scoff. "I don't hog the couch." I say, and he scoffs, "It's the same routine everyday. We get home from classes, you take a nap, go running, shower, and then come out here to get a snack and watch TV. Sometimes you go out, but rarely!" He yells, "I only do that because whenever I'm in my room, you walk in like it's no big deal! Like 10 minutes ago, what if i had taken that towel down?!" I yell, "If I'm being honest, I don't think I would be complaining." He says, smirking and throughing his hands up. "Really?! Ugh, I can't live with you!" I yell, going into my room, and slamming my door, locking it. I plop on my bed, "I hate Kol Mikaelson." I mutter in my sheets.

"I heard that!" He yells, "Good!" I yell back, sitting up, and running a hand through my hair, sitting on the edge of my bed. "I really hate boys." I mutter under my breath, standing up, and getting my head phones. Sitting on my bed, and putting on Supernatural, because apparently, I "hog" the TV. So I'm just gonna watch it on my laptop from now on.