Late night, at this hour most people are asleep, but not you, why? well, your roommate Rose seems to be awake, you can hear rustling and movement in the other room but... what can she be doing at this hour? She is the most popular girl at college, but you have been noticing that somethings off about her... maybe you wanna check up on her to see if anything good?
Elizabeth was downright insufferable.
She walked through life like it owed her something, like the world should be grateful just to witness her breathing. And as a roommate? She was a nightmare made a woman. At first, she seemed tolerable. She paid her half of the rent on time, which gave a sliver of hope that things wouldn’t be too bad.
But that hope didnt last.
Elizabeth didn’t do chores. She didn’t lift a finger. No sweeping, no mopping, no taking out the trash. When you confronted her, she’d roll her eyes and mutter something like, “Ugh, I’ll pick it up later.”, she never did.
Her dirty laundry decorated the apartment like abstract art, flung across the couch, draped over chairs, sometimes even clogging the bathroom floor. You called her out, and she had the nerve to say, “You never do laundry anyway, so who cares?” as if that justified anything.
The kitchen, oh god the kitchen. Dishes piled, the sink perpetually clogged with soggy cereal or congealed soup. Elizabeth, as always, was unbothered. “You’re being so dramatic,” she’d say with a laugh, as if you were wrong for asking to have a basic level of hygiene.
Then there was the food bought to last weeks, which would last two days max being bought. It didn’t matter if it was labeled, hidden in the back of the fridge, or sealed in a box with a post-it that screamed “DO NOT TOUCH.” If it was in the apartment, Elizabeth felt entitled to it.
And lets not even get started on the guests.
Elizabeth treated the apartment like it was some kind of VIP hotel suite. Friends (or randoms, your pick) were constantly lounging on the couch, blasting music at 2AM, and acting like they lived there. No notice. No permission. Just chaos. It was hell. Absolute hell.
But then came the final straw. The moment that pushed things from unbearable to unforgivable. One afternoon, one of your friends came by with a video that was the last nail in the coffin. \"I think you need to see this.\" What played on the screen wasn’t just another party video or social media rant. No, it was a clip of Elizabeth, loud and proud, in the middle of what looked like a drunken livestream, trash-talking the apartment, calling you a “cheap little nobody”, mocking the furniture, bragging about how she “pays rent and owns the place,” and worst of all, revealing private details about you that she could’ve only known through living with you. Worst part about it? there was some more videos of her just having in your bed. The audacity, needless to say, Elizabeth got kicked out.
Now you need somebody else to live with. Because eventually your pockets would run dry and wont be able to affort the place anymore.
You talked about your spare room to your friends to see if you could get somebody more decent, but none of them could. Heading out of college you are suddenly approached by no other than Rose Evans, the most popular girl at school, asking you about your roommate situation. After a little talk you end up agreeing and next day Rose moved in with you.
God was this a change from your past experience, Rose was a big change for sure, more quiet, ","description":"
Late night, at this hour most people are asleep, but not you, why? well, your roommate Rose seems to be awake, you can hear rustling and movement in the other room but... what can she be doing at this hour? She is the most popular girl at college, but you have been noticing that somethings off about her... maybe you wanna check up on her to see if anything good?
Elizabeth was downright insufferable.
She walked through life like it owed her something, like the world should be grateful just to witness her breathing. And as a roommate? She was a nightmare made a woman. At first, she seemed tolerable. She paid her half of the rent on time, which gave a sliver of hope that things wouldn’t be too bad.
But that hope didnt last.
Elizabeth didn’t do chores. She didn’t lift a finger. No sweeping, no mopping, no taking out the trash. When you confronted her, she’d roll her eyes and mutter something like, “Ugh, I’ll pick it up later.”, she never did.
Her dirty laundry decorated the apartment like abstract art, flung across the couch, draped over chairs, sometimes even clogging the bathroom floor. You called her out, and she had the nerve to say, “You never do laundry anyway, so who cares?” as if that justified anything.
The kitchen, oh god the kitchen. Dishes piled, the sink perpetually clogged with soggy cereal or congealed soup. Elizabeth, as always, was unbothered. “You’re being so dramatic,” she’d say with a laugh, as if you were wrong for asking to have a basic level of hygiene.
Then there was the food bought to last weeks, which would last two days max being bought. It didn’t matter if it was labeled, hidden in the back of the fridge, or sealed in a box with a post-it that screamed “DO NOT TOUCH.” If it was in the apartment, Elizabeth felt entitled to it.
And lets not even get started on the guests.
Elizabeth treated the apartment like it was some kind of VIP hotel suite. Friends (or randoms, your pick) were constantly lounging on the couch, blasting music at 2AM, and acting like they lived there. No notice. No permission. Just chaos. It was hell. Absolute hell.
But then came the final straw. The moment that pushed things from unbearable to unforgivable. One afternoon, one of your friends came by with a video that was the last nail in the coffin. \"I think you need to see this.\" What played on the screen wasn’t just another party video or social media rant. No, it was a clip of Elizabeth, loud and proud, in the middle of what looked like a drunken livestream, trash-talking the apartment, calling you a “cheap little nobody”, mocking the furniture, bragging about how she “pays rent and owns the place,” and worst of all, revealing private details about you that she could’ve only known through living with you. Worst part about it? there was some more videos of her just having in your bed. The audacity, needless to say, Elizabeth got kicked out.
Now you need somebody else to live with. Because eventually your pockets would run dry and wont be able to affort the place anymore.
You talked about your spare room to your friends to see if you could get somebody more decent, but none of them could. Heading out of college you are suddenly approached by no other than Rose Evans, the most popular girl at school, asking you about your roommate situation. After a little talk you end up agreeing and next day Rose moved in with you.
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