My Roommates Girl (Short Story)

                What could be the worst way to meet your soul mate? Having the girl stumble out of your idiotic playboy roommate’s room hung-over and remorseful is one. Liam had gotten the drill down for when his roommate was successful in his bar hopping and flirting. The girls could almost never believe what had happened. Liam would offer them coffee and aspirin for the hangover and tell them that them going home with Brian was all the alcohol. As far as Liam knew Brian had never attended classes and the girls dumb enough to sleep with him probably didn’t either. This girl finished creeping out of the room and closed the door behind her as quietly as possible. She was a very pretty girl with reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. He heard her whisper to herself “Shit!” He was barely suppressing a laugh when she looked up at him.

                Stacey had just finished making what she assumed was the worst mistake of her life. She succeeded in creeping out of the room only to find another guy standing behind a counter chuckling. He was cooking with an open book in front of him, that wasn’t a cook book but was a psychology book instead. He had short brown hair and muddy brown eyes that made you feel like he was a good listener. She wanted to stumble over her words at meeting him under such awkward conditions but he spoke first “Do you want some breakfast?” She looked back at the door she had just come from “I should probably…” like he was reading her mind “He won’t wake up till sometime this afternoon if that’s what you’re worried about.” She sat at the counter while he whipped up French toast and made coffee. She didn’t want to talk about her night so she asked him about himself. His name was Liam and he was an English major, which he said laughingly was just another way of saying undecided. He kept a low tone that could be easily understood without making her hangover migraine any worse. Eventually she couldn’t help but ask “Do you do this for all of the girls that wander out of your roommate’s bedroom?” He smiled really big and put his fork down “Most but I don’t usually have real conversations with them. Mostly it’s just them rambling on about how big of a mistake they made and how drunk they were.” At that she laughed and he just kept on smiling. They talked while she ate her French toast as slowly as she could and for an hour after that.

                Liam had just finished typing his psych paper when Brian came out of his room. “Wow. That was some night.” “That’s the third of those this week. Maybe you should cut back before your kidney gives out.” “Liam your cool man but I don’t want to hear any of your Pre-Med bull crap.” “I’m not pre-med Brian, I’m an English Major.” “I don’t know what that means? For an English Major you are speaking some foreign language.” “So you do understand?” “Nope but what did you think of that girl?” Liam was a bit shocked by that comment since Brian had never asked his opinion on the girls he brought home, unless you count him saying “How hot was she?” which he didn’t. “She was pretty cool. Why?” Brian gave him a questioning look “I think I’m going to ask her out.” Liam was shocked again “You’re going to ask a girl out…on a real date? Who are you and what has happened to my psychotic womanizing roommate?” Brian smirked at him “He may have fallen in love that’s what. She is majoring in…” “Cinema production I know.” “Oh right, I forgot you actually talk to the girls I bring home.” Liam raised his eyebrows in questioning look “Well good luck with that then. I have a British Literature class to get to.” Liam got up and walked out with his back pack on his shoulder. Brian called after him “I’m going to marry that girl Liam.”

                Stacey was unreasonably happy for someone who had just had a one night stand with and absolute idiot. Her friends even commented on it. Leila said to her “Did you have fun last night? I think you were the second drunkest person in the bar last night. It seems only right that you went home with the number one drunkest. Also I’m sorry about all of those shots I made you drink.” Stacey thought about saying something mean but Leila was always like that, getting her into crazy situations and apologizing later. “It’s completely fine really.” Leila gave her a funny look “I mean he was hot and all but I thought you were more of the troubled soul poets type...” “No the guy was a complete idiot but it wasn’t all bad.” “While I love this bad girl Stacey we need to get to British Lit. Class like now.” “Leila, pay more attention we have been walking that way this entire time. Do you see that door? That’s the class.” Stacey entered first but almost jumped back out of the room when she saw Liam siting at the front of the room. Leila just kept on walking until she got to the row right behind him and looked back to call her “Let’s sit here Stacey.” Of course Liam turned and looked up at her with his honest brown eyes. He grinned at her then pointed at the seats Leila had motioned towards. Stacey went and sat beside Leila who was looking back and forth between her and Liam. He just smiled at her and said “Hi.” Leila didn’t miss a beat “Hi I’m Leila and this is Stacey.” He grinned “It’s nice to meet you Leila and nice to see you again Stacey.” “Yeah, I’m much more pleasant without the hangover and with a good breakfast in my system.” Leila just said “Breakfast?” He smiled again “I am glad you liked it.”

                Liam had given Stacey his number and told her/warned her about Brian’s intention to ask her out. He would have liked to hang out with her and her friend Leila who liked to embarrass her. He had agreed to help them with the British Literature assignment their professor had given them. If he hadn’t been sure that morning then he was now. He liked Stacey. She had the same sense of humor as him, she got almost all of his book references, and she liked some of the oddest things he had ever heard of. Leila said Stacey liked to eat lemon drops and fireballs at the same time. Just thinking about it made him laugh. He walked into his apartment and saw Brian eating honey combs on their couch. “What are you laughing at? Why didn’t you make me some French toast?” “Why would I make you French toast? Also you’re eating my cereal.” “Big dogs gotta eat if he wants to go hound dogging all over town.” “I assume your big dog? Weren’t you going to ask that girl out from this morning?” “Nope, I just said that to see what you would say. Besides its obvious that she has a thing for you.” Liam smirked at him “How would you know?” “Actually I woke up when she did this morning but when I looked out you two were so into each other you didn’t notice me. Saying you should go for it wouldn’t have been enough so I tried a little reverse psychology.” “You know Brian I’m not sure if you’re a genius or not.” “I graduate top of my class from the most prestigious boarding school in the US I should be.” Liam grinned and picked up his phone to call her.