Based on -'We’re roommates and I swear if anyone else we live with found out we’d be tormented until the lease was up'

"Shh Shh they're gonna hear us," the blonde said as she held in a giggle at the others attempt to tickle her sides. It was after midnight and at least one of their six room mate were bound to be awake. One of them was always awake at any given time given everyone's different schedules. "I don't think they're going to buy the whole you helping me study this late at night." They had done the exact opposite Hulu and cuddles with the given bonus of talking about anything that came to her mind which was the norm for her anyway.

They'd been doing this a a few weeks now without a clue if it were even anything serious. They were having fun but the thing if it was the whole time they'd lived together thw other roommates "shipped" the two and had even had multiple bets on the two getting together. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Perhaps if it were serious she wouldn't mind but she wanted to take her time by taking things semi slowly,they hadn't slept together yet. She was much to catious for that. "Shouldn't I be sneeking out about now anyway,"she teased once the other had stopped trying to make her laugh.

        “Hey, uh… do you– do you see that guy?” Often times Blake could tell the difference between spirits and real people, mostly because they came to him in the fashion that they died; broken limbs, bloody messes, bruised and battered. This one, if it was a spirit, hadn’t and he was paranoid, anxious even. Blake gestured, gaze holding the form of a man in a white shirt and boxers just across the street just standing there staring at him. Hopefully, it was someone real, maybe tripping out-- or perhaps it was Blake that was tripping. Shit.

     Looking over at her friend, Selena felt an impulse coming on. It was one that didn’t make much sense to her, considering she went her whole life desperately just wanting a place to call her own - a place to call home. “On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the best thing ever...” she started cautiously, almost knowing how absurd it was already, “What if after I do this modeling gig, I use the money to buy... a van. You know, like a big van that I can live in.... Am I insane?” She held up a finger and interjected before they could speak. “But just imagine how cute I could make it. And functional. And we can go on random road trips together.”