Fostering Chemistry – College Roommates Read Online Stephanie Brother

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The problem that needed addressing was the very dim streetlights on the far side of the science building. They barely illuminated anything at night, which was both a tripping hazard and unsafe in other ways. Female students needed to be able to see when they were walking around at night. Everybody did, actually.

It was a no-brainer, but I couldn’t get the words right. Last year, I would have asked Diego for help with the phrasing, but he’d been different this semester—more distant and often distracted. I couldn’t figure out why that was, but any time I brought it up, he told me he was fine.

Cody was upstairs, but he wasn’t the best person to brainstorm with. Unless the subject was music. Then he was all in.

And then there was Mia.

As soon as her name crossed my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to get any more writing done this afternoon.

Not that the three sentences I had crumpled up really counted as writing.

I’d been thinking about her a lot lately. She was my favorite of the new roommates this year, which probably wasn’t fair to the others, but Jenna was never here, Raymond was an asshole, and well, Evan seemed like an okay guy—though he looked like he was fourteen. I just hadn’t spent much time with him.

Mia was just so easy to talk to. And fun to joke with. And fun to tease. And fun to sit next to on the sofa, side by side, talking, laughing and…

But it was just hanging out, nothing more. I wasn’t looking for anything more, and she wasn’t either. Still, it’d been a long time since I found someone I wanted to spend that much time with.

My phone buzzed, and I knew it had to be family. With a sigh, I turned it on. It was from my sister. I knew her as Katie… the people in the circuit court knew her as the strict but fair Judge Fowler.

I also had older siblings who were a lawyer, and engineer, and the CEO of a tech company. It was a lot to live up to.

Looking forward to seeing you next week, Katie wrote. Don’t forget that you’re welcome to stay here. No need to drive all the way back to Langley afterwards.

I like driving, I replied.

Through the mountains at night?

Yep.

All right. Are you bringing anyone?

Shit. How many times was my family going to ask me that? I plead the fifth.

She sent me back an emoji that was rolling its eyes, which didn’t seem very dignified for a judge, but it wasn’t really her fault. Large families were nosy. Or at least mine was.

There was, of course, someone I would’ve liked to bring as a date. Mia. But she just got here. I could only imagine what it would be like for a woman to move into a new place and have one of her roommates hit on her. This should be a safe place for her.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable, so I would be her friend. I would write my dumb policy letter somehow and just keep thinking about her a lot—because I couldn’t seem to do otherwise.

And the world wouldn’t end if I went to my grandparents’ wedding vow renewal ceremony by myself. Just because my older siblings all had spouses or very significant others was no reason to rock the boat.

By the time the bottom of the trash can was covered in crumpled-up paper, I was ready to give up.

It might just be easier to walk up and down the sidewalk behind the Science Center with a flashlight all night myself than to write this damn letter. In fact⁠—

My thought cut off as I heard a noise.

It almost sounded like a moan. A loud moan.

Did Jenna bring her boyfriend back here? Her room was down the hall, just beyond Mia’s. But that didn’t seem likely. They were always at his house, and besides, when people did hook up around here, they were usually pretty discreet.

Then I heard the sound again. Definitely female.

So if it wasn’t Jenna—who I hadn’t seen all day—could it be Mia?

Then came the scream.

I was on my feet and out the door before my ears fully processed what I was hearing. It took me less than three seconds to arrive at Mia’s room, but then I heard the scream again. It was coming from upstairs.

I raced up the steps three at a time, my eyes darting in all directions as I reached the hallway. Then I heard a sob from the left.

Without thinking about what I might be interrupting, I pushed open the door and found Mia on top of the bedspread, curled up in an almost fetal position. She was crying.

My heart pounded erratically as I looked around the room, trying to see who or what had upset her, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

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