FreenBeck One Shots

🔞 Roommates (Pt. 1)

"Er...ugh!" Sam groaned as she slammed the chisel onto the table. "I wanna change it!"

"Again?" her desk partner, Yuki laughed.

"This isn't the composition I want..." she complained before a 'ding' from her phone interrupted her.

Suddenly, the upset and frustrated Sam formed a bright smile and laughed at the tiny screen she held. Confused, Yuki went over to Sam's friend.

"Jim, Jim, did Sam get a boyfriend? Girlfriend maybe?" She raised a teasing eyebrow to the latter,

"No matter how you look at it, that's the face of someone in love~"

"What? No. She's single as far as I know." She answered bitterly, rolling her eyes before getting
back to her sculpture. "It's probably just her roommate again."

"Roommate?" she questioned.

"Yea, roommate." She sighed before dropping her chisel once more and facing Yuki.

"Kornkamon Petchpailin, or Mon. A sophomore in the university like the rest of us. I heard she was in the fashion department and is the 'real deal'. If you quote it from Sam herself, she's a 'cool beauty who is fit like a LITERAL MODEL. I'm so lucky to be her friend'. Please, we get it hon. You're in love but sure friends." Her eyes rolled once more before she took off.

"They've been roommates for a couple of months now and she's all Sam ever talks about with a smile like that. I'm her best friend but a literal third wheel. This girl even had the nerve to say that she doesn't 'do' dating." She sighed, crossing her arms.

"But I mean, Sam is pretty cool too, right?" She explained, "I've heard a couple of my friends talk about her too, being the tall handsome dark-haired girl from the art department."

As the tall brunette herself stayed oblivious to the discussions about her, the long arm hit the top of the clock queueing the end of class. Before departing, her deskmate asked one more question.

"Well then, what kind of relationship do Sam and her roommate have?"

Jim looked at her then Sam.

"A dumb one."

***

"Hey Sam," Mon said before stuffing her face with another rice ball, "do you know what an 'FWB' stands for?"

Sam's eyes widened as she paused before taking another bite of the rice ball. "Why do you ask?" She questioned, putting her food down.

"Just curious," Mon said innocently.

Sam quickly sneaked in another bite, munching and holding her finger up so she can swallow it all first. "Well, it's when people who are friends... um you know...do it," Sam explained awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

Mon almost choked in surprise "I-is that possible?"

"Uh... well yeah sort of. There are no feelings involved; Jim says they just do it to satisfy each other." she reasoned, sneaking a peek at Mon's reaction.

She was flushed to her ears and unsuccessfully tried to cover it up with her hand. With the drinks beginning to take their effect, Sam stared at Mon for a while.

The small, petite, long black-haired girl was wearing an off-shoulder blouse with her hair still curled and pretty from her earlier outing.

Breaking the brunette's strong focus on her, a strand of Mon's hair fell from tucked behind her ear to cover her face. Mon, red and frozen in place, didn't notice until she suddenly felt Sam's hand tucked in her hair behind her ear. Mon flinched and turned her face to Sam, both soon realizing the inches of space between them.