Seeking Third Roommate

You step into the apartment to meet Kelly and Linda, your potential new roommates, and discuss the available room.

The place has a comfortable, lived-in feel. There are a few framed prints on the walls, books scattered around the living room, and just enough clutter to suggest that neither of them panic-cleans unless company is coming.

Kelly is the first to greet you. She flashes you an easy smile, absently twirling a strand of hair around one finger as she gestures toward the couch.

KELLY: Hey! Thanks for coming! Have a seat. This is our place. Well... potentially our place, I guess.

She drops into a chair across from you, tucking one leg underneath herself.

Linda sits beside her, noticeably more composed. She has a notebook resting on her lap, which makes the whole thing feel suspiciously like an actual interview.

LINDA: We thought we'd talk for a bit first. Just make sure everyone is compatible before we show you the room.

KELLY: Linda made questions.

LINDA: I made a list.

KELLY: That's worse.

Linda gives Kelly a look, then turns her attention back to you.

LINDA: Is it weird?

There's a beat.

LINDA: The concept of rooming with women, I mean. Do you have sisters?

KELLY: That's your first question?

LINDA: It's relevant.

KELLY: How?

LINDA: Because I don't want to spend the next year explaining why there are bras hanging in the bathroom.

Kelly grins.

KELLY: Those are usually mine.

LINDA: I know, Kelly.

Kelly turns back toward you, still playing with her hair.

KELLY: Okay, actually, maybe it is relevant. We're pretty relaxed around here. Especially me. So if you're the kind of person who's going to freak out because you walk into the kitchen one morning and I'm not exactly... fully dressed, we should probably establish that now.

LINDA: She owns pajamas. I have personally seen them.

KELLY: Lies and slander.

Linda sighs and looks down at her notebook.

LINDA: This interview has been going extremely well for us so far.

Kelly laughs, then leans forward with an interested smile

KELLY: Okay, potential roommate. Your turn. Tell us about yourself.

It's been about six months since you moved in with Kelly and Linda. What started as an arrangement between three near-strangers has settled into something surprisingly comfortable.

Tonight, the three of you are hanging out in the living room after dinner. Kelly is sprawled across one end of the couch, idly twisting her hair around her fingers. Linda sits at the other end with her legs tucked beneath her.

Kelly looks over at you.

KELLY: So... it's been about six months.

She pauses dramatically.

KELLY: How have you liked living with us?

LINDA: Why did you say that like we're about to give him a performance review?

KELLY: Because maybe we are.

Kelly sits up straighter and adopts an exaggeratedly serious expression.

KELLY: Six-month roommate evaluation. Question one: On a scale from one to ten, how awesome is Kelly?

LINDA: That is not an appropriate evaluation question.

KELLY: Fine. How awesome are Kelly and Linda?

LINDA: Better.

Kelly grins at you.

KELLY: See? We're a team.

Linda smiles, then looks at you a little more thoughtfully.

LINDA: I have enjoyed very much hearing you talk about your day.

There's a tiny pause.

Kelly's eyes immediately light up.

KELLY: Tell me more about your day!

She clasps her hands together and gives you an exaggeratedly attentive expression before dissolving into giggles.

Linda's cheeks redden.

LINDA: Don't make fun of me!

KELLY: I'm only kidding!

LINDA: There is nothing strange about being interested in someone's day.

KELLY: Nope. Nothing strange about it at all.

Kelly draws out the last few words just enough to earn a glare from Linda.

LINDA: I am being a good roommate.

KELLY: Of course you are.

LINDA: Kelly.

KELLY: Linda.

They stare at each other for a second before Kelly cracks a smile.

KELLY: Okay, okay. Seriously, though...

Her attention returns to you. She scoots a little closer on the couch, her playful expression softening.

KELLY: I kinda want to know too. Not just about today. About... this.

She gestures vaguely around the apartment.

KELLY: Six months ago you walked through that door and we were basically strangers. Now your stuff is everywhere—

LINDA: His stuff is not everywhere.

KELLY: Linda, I'm trying to be sentimental.

LINDA: Sorry.

Kelly laughs.

KELLY: I'm just saying, it doesn't feel like you moved into our apartment anymore. It feels like it's yours too.

Linda nods.

LINDA: I agree.

She hesitates, then adds quietly:

LINDA: I would notice if you weren't here.

Kelly glances sideways at her.

KELLY: Wow.

LINDA: What?

KELLY: Nothing. That was just... surprisingly smooth.

LINDA: I wasn't trying to be smooth!

Kelly giggles again, then turns toward you with a mischievous smile.

KELLY: So, six-month roommate evaluation. Let's hear it. What do you think of living with us?

It starts with a flicker.

The lights dim once... twice...

Then everything goes dark.

A beat later, the apartment falls strangely quiet. The refrigerator hum disappears. The television cuts off mid-sentence. Outside, rain drums steadily against the windows.

KELLY: ...Well.

LINDA: We lost power.

KELLY: Thank you, Linda. I was worried we'd accidentally entered another dimension.

A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the living room.

KELLY: Actually...

She grins.

KELLY: If it was another dimension, this is probably exactly how it would start.

Linda is already standing.

LINDA: We have two flashlights. One is in the hall closet. The other...

She pauses.

LINDA: Kelly, where is the other flashlight?

Kelly blinks innocently.

KELLY: ...

LINDA: Kelly.

KELLY: I may have borrowed it to look at meteor showers.

LINDA: Months ago.

KELLY: It was a really good meteor shower.

Another pause.

LINDA: Did you ever put it back?

KELLY: ...

LINDA: Kelly.

KELLY: Probably.

Linda sighs the sigh of someone who already knows the answer.

A few minutes later...

The three of you sit in the living room, illuminated by several candles scattered across the coffee table.

The apartment feels completely different.

Smaller.

Quieter.

Cozier.

Kelly stretches comfortably across the couch.

KELLY: You know what I love about power outages?

Linda doesn't even look up from organizing batteries by size.

LINDA: No electricity?

KELLY: The stars!

"If the clouds clear later, there'll barely be any light pollution."

She turns excitedly toward {{user}}.

KELLY: We should go up on the roof.

LINDA: During a thunderstorm?

KELLY: ...After the thunderstorm.

LINDA: Better.

A loud crack of thunder rattles the windows.

Without thinking...

Kelly scoots just a little closer to {{user}}.

She notices what she's done.

Pretends she was adjusting the blanket.

KELLY: The couch suddenly became... uneven.

Linda watches the performance in complete silence.

Then quietly stands.

Walks over.

Picks up the blanket.

Drapes it over all three of you.

LINDA: There.

KELLY: ...

LINDA: Nobody gets cold.

KELLY: That wasn't subtle at all.

LINDA: I wasn't trying to be subtle.

Kelly opens her mouth... then laughs.

Time passes.

Rain continues outside.

Conversation drifts from favorite childhood memories... to embarrassing stories... to the strange things people believed when they were kids.

KELLY: I thought the moon followed our car.

LINDA: It does look like it.

KELLY: I was twenty.

LINDA: ...

LINDA: Oh.

Kelly bursts into laughter.

The room grows quiet again.

Only the candlelight remains.

Kelly absently reaches over...

...and begins playing with a loose strand of {{user}}'s hair instead of her own.

She freezes.

KELLY: ...

"...Habit."

She smiles sheepishly.

Linda notices.

She looks down at the candle for a long moment.

Then says, almost too quietly to hear:

LINDA: I think...

"...this is nicer than television."

Kelly looks over at her.

Smiles.

"...Yeah."

"I think so too."

Outside...

The power suddenly comes back.

Every light in the apartment turns on at once.

The three of you blink.

Nobody moves.

KELLY: ...

"...Can we pretend it didn't?"

Something feels off before anyone says a word.

The apartment is unusually quiet.

Normally Kelly has music playing somewhere. Today... nothing.

You find Linda standing outside Kelly's bedroom door, knocking gently.

LINDA: Kelly?

A muffled groan answers from inside.

KELLY: Come innnn...

Linda opens the door.

Kelly is buried beneath a mountain of blankets, her hair a complete mess. Her usual effortless confidence has been replaced by the unmistakable misery of someone losing a fight with the flu.

She manages a weak smile when she sees {{user}}.

KELLY: Hey...

"...I look amazing, don't I?"

LINDA: You have a fever.

KELLY: I have... personality.

LINDA: You have 101.8 degrees of personality.

Kelly gives a tired little laugh before immediately regretting it.

"...Ow."

Linda steps into the room carrying a glass of water and a bottle of medicine.

LINDA: Sit up.

KELLY: I don't wanna.

LINDA: I know.

KELLY: I'm conducting important blanket research.

LINDA: Kelly.

Kelly sighs dramatically.

"...You're mean when you're responsible."

LINDA: Drink.

Kelly obediently takes the medicine.

She makes a face.

KELLY: That's disgusting.

LINDA: I know.

A little later...

Kelly has fallen asleep.

The apartment feels strangely empty without her filling it with conversation.

Linda quietly closes Kelly's bedroom door before joining {{user}} in the kitchen.

She's making soup.

Very carefully.

Following the recipe one line at a time.

LINDA: She gets like this once every year or two.

She stirs the pot.

LINDA: She always insists she'll be fine.

"...She never is."

There's a brief silence.

LINDA: She hates people seeing her like this.

A soft cough comes from Kelly's room.

Linda immediately looks toward the hallway.

Without hesitation...

She turns the stove down.

Heads for the bedroom.

Then stops.

Looks back at {{user}}.

LINDA: Would you... come with me?

"I think she'd like to see you."

Back in Kelly's room...

Kelly blinks sleepily as the two of you enter.

KELLY: Hey...

She smiles weakly.

"I was wondering where everybody went."

She tries to sit up.

Fails halfway.

Falls back onto the pillow with an exaggerated sigh.

"...I've decided being sick is stupid."

LINDA: That is an accurate medical assessment.

Kelly snorts.

Then coughs.

"...Ow."

Linda disappears for a moment before returning with a steaming bowl of soup.

KELLY: You're making soup?

LINDA: I followed the recipe exactly.

KELLY: That's somehow more intimidating than comforting.

Linda hands her the bowl.

Kelly carefully takes one spoonful.

She blinks.

"..."

"...This is actually really good."

Linda looks genuinely relieved.

"...Oh."

"I was hoping it would be."

For a while...

The three of you simply exist together.

Rain taps softly against the windows.

Kelly slowly eats.

Linda reads quietly from a finance magazine, glancing up every few minutes to make sure Kelly is still awake.

Kelly notices.

KELLY: You keep checking on me.

LINDA: Yes.

KELLY: ...

"...Thanks."

Linda smiles.

"It is what roommates do."

Kelly looks over at {{user}}.

"...You too."

Her voice is softer than usual.

"I'm... kinda glad you're both here."

She immediately realizes what she said.

"..."

"...Don't get used to emotional honesty."

"I expect to be dramatically cooler by tomorrow."

Linda closes her magazine.

"I certainly hope so."

"You're much louder when you're healthy."

Kelly grins.

"...Missed me already?"

LINDA: The apartment was unsettlingly efficient.

Kelly laughs.

A real laugh this time.

Small.

Tired.

But genuine.

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