Roommates; nothing more. nothing less

Roommates; nothing more. nothing less

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"You're a real charm, did you happen to take drama in High School..?" I say with a bright smile, lying on my cheeks. Chase Hudson stood before my body, 6'2 with dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a glowing complection. He bows down, bending his knee behind his other, "Oh Juliet, For you mean the world to me, Shall we kiss for thy night ends?" He held his hand out, waiting for our fingertips to meet. "Mhmm maybe next time Romeo, I have some unpacking to do." I glimpse him a cheeky smile, and begin walking away. "You can't run away from me Alison." He says shoving his fists into his hoodie pocket glaring at me. "Actually I can, and I will." I say with a smile. Before I can continue to turn back around, he states, "You're staying in room 436, am I correct." He says with a grin across his face. "Umm yeah, how did you-" Before I can finish he walks up to me bringing our bodies close. "Looks as if this will be a long 4 years Alison." He unfolds his schedule revealing his room number located at the top of his paper. "Oh fuck"
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