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Roommates

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an: so i was gonna write either a crack fic that i wont explain but i decided this was more civil. Me thinks i'll write more oneshots? :) theyre really fun
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(also, bare with me while i try this weird writing style.)

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And historians would call them roommates.

Well, they weren't the only ones- the roommates themselves were just roommates, tenants, if you will. They weren't anymore and never would be.

Everyone else knew better than they did.

I frown at the first few lines I have written down. A few weeks ago, one of my friends brought up writing about their love life in a book, and how they were now miraculously dating. It sounded farfetched to me, and my group of homies laughed it off, but here I am, more pathetic than I thought.

So I guess if I'm going to write about me and my dilemmas, I should introduce myself. My name is George, and I'm hopelessly in love with my roommate. Okay, that sounded cheesy. But what else do I write?

It's currently three in the afternoon and I'm sitting in our shared dorm. It has two bedrooms and a common era that is attached to a half-assed kitchen, that barely has all the essentials. It's a nice dorm, don't get me wrong, but it makes it very hard, yet easy at the same time, to avoid him.

I'm afraid he'll see me writing this, so I'm on high alert. I feel like if I write down his name, maybe he'll get some sort of feeling, or something, and somehow fall in love with me.

I don't think it will work.

I think I just heard the door close-

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Sorry about that. I had to hide this pretty quickly- it would be embarrassing for my roommate to find me fantasizing about him in this poorly bound notebook. It's green, his favorite color, and I bought it just for this. I'm pretty sure books introduce all the characters, but once again, I feel like writing his name down is a crime, so I'll nickname him Dream for this.

He's taller than me, by a solid few inches. His eyes are green and dappled like a forest floor, but curse my colorblindness for making what I'm sure would be 3-dimensional color into a simplistic murky yellow. Dream's hair is blond, the only thing that is normal colored for me. It's curly, wavy and shiny.

Once, we were walking out of our dorm when he leaned down and had the audacity to ruffle my hair, so of course I retaliated.

Let me just say, his hair was so freakin' soft.

Oh, and then there's his voice, and my favorite, his laugh. His voice is just indescribable to me, it's how I imagine serotonin would sound if it made a noise. Now his laugh is something out of a fairy tale- actually, no, I have no idea who could have made a laugh like this possible. Imagine you're making tea and the kettle starts steaming, that's what he sounds like when he laughs.

Dream's wheezes are certainly one of my favorite things about him.

He just came into my bedroom and asked if I wanted pizza (I did), and he noticed me writing. I lied and said it was my notes for my math class.

I don't take math.

But he didn't question it. However I think I'll be burning this book shortly, because this is embarrassing, what if he finds it? We're best friends.

We've been best friends since elementary school, since the day he scared off my persistent bully. From there on out, he looked out for me like a big brother, until middle school, where we became more like friends. I think the moment he noticed I didn't need babysitting was the moment when the teacher called me out for cheating in seventh grade, and I talked right back to her since I didn't cheat.