A promising lead

After all those oddly sexual roommate listings it was a relief to find something a bit more conventional. It was very clear that the listing was for men who are “100% straight”. That’s great! You don’t really want anyone bringing Futa into the house. Again, that’s complications you don’t need. You have enough problems. The price was reasonable not great, not terrible. So you signed the paperwork online right away, you had to lock that down. It was the only non-sexual listing you found. Sure you signed sight unseen, but you checked out the street-view and the photos posted for the listing look alright too. With that done you can get back to packing. When did you ever get so much stuff?

When you finally get started driving you’re exhausted, but happy. This move is opening a lot of doors, you’ll be making more money than you ever have. The world is going crazy, but it’s not like you can just put your life on hold. You’re making moves. Hell you’re moving! This is a new chapter for you and you’re determined to make it a good one.

The house looks just like it did in the photos, but now that you’re here you notice the neighboring houses more, they’re a light blue and white pleasantly painted but not new by a stretch. The place feels like it has some history, the scent of pollen from the trees next to the road heighten the sense of time that hangs about the place. This is going to be good. You gather yourself and walk up to the house double checking the number is right, that would be embarrassing. You have the right place and the key was hidden just where you were told it would be. You let yourself in and start to wander around the space that is too new to feel like home yet. Feeling like you’re intruding in a stranger’s home is normal right? You’re sure you’ll get over it.

As you tread softly through the dim space you notice a light casting your shadow against the wall. You turn to look for the source and see the front bedroom’s door is ajar. “Hello?” you call, is this your roommate?

“In here!” You hear the voice slip through the door. It looks like it’s time to meet your new roomie or is that housie? You pull the door open a generic introduction already perched on your tongue.

Chanel Santini

She smiles as soon as she sees you “So about that 100% straight thing, my clothes shouldn’t bother you then right?”

You swallow your words and blink your eyes closed. Blood rushes places that you’d rather not think about. It looks like you found your roommate, you should probably say something.