The Roommates - Short Stories (F+/F+) - Story 4 (Part 3)
Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 3:55 am
Hello everybody. I've been in a long hiatus, trying to work out some writing projects. Decided to just go with at least one for the moment. This will be a series of "short" stories for my current cast of The Roommates (and some new characters) before the big third part. Well, "short" for me (as I like to write 40+ chapters stories, so stories about 2-3 parts should be considered short in this context, heh).
For any one willing to read the two first long parts, here there are:
The Roommates 1: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?t=5152
The Roommates 2: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?t=14375
However, I'll try to keep the stories as easy as they can be for new readers. Enjoy!
PART 1
Karissa rushed from the couch to the apartment door. Her long wavy black hair bounced on her shoulders as she ran and opened the door for Floria. The runner returned to the living room and dropped herself on the couch.
—What’s the hurry? The game hasn’t started yet.
—What took you so long?— asked Karissa from the couch.
—Coach didn’t let us go. Until she remembered today was the big game.
The sports bag in Floria’s right hand contained her training gear. In the left hand, she held a six-pack of soda cans. She dropped her bag at the entrance and closed the door. She walked to the couch and squinted.
—That’s not the game. That’s just your stupid marathon.
Karissa turned to look at Floria. —Marathon aren’t stupids. They are… Flo, what have I told you? Don’t drop your stuff anywhere. Gotta know the rules if you want to move in.
Floria rolled her eyes. She sighed and walked back to the entrance. She picked up her bag and returned to the couch.
—Cup coasters— whispered Karissa.
Floria sat on the couch and took the remote control with her free hand. She raised the six-pack and Karissa grabbed them. She rushed to the kitchen and returned with a small tablecloth and two coasters, which she placed on her coffee table.
The basketball player scratched her long curly hair and changed the channel. A second passed and Karissa noticed it. —I was watching that.
—We’d agreed to watch the basketball game, right?
Karissa huffed. —We still have sixty minutes to go. You just want to watch your stupid pre-show panel.
She tried to reach for the remote, but Floria avoided her arm. —Oh, so you can call the panel stupid, but your marathons aren’t?
—That’s a real competition.— said Karissa. She extended her arm only for Floria to change hands and keep the remote.
—That’s a lot of people running and nothing happening for two hours.— Floria crouched to avoid Karissa. —Besides, Da Costa’s going to win.
Karissa snorted again. —That was lame guess. Kipsang will take it. Now gimme that!
The two friends engaged in struggling game to get hold on the remote. The small struggle lasted a minute on the couch. Until Karissa fall on the floor. Floria ran behind the furniture. The host stood up and raised her hand. She demanded the control. Floria refused.
—Don’t make me restrain you, Flo. We’ll finish the marathon and then the game.
—We already know who’s going to win the race. So pre-show and then the game. Also, like you could restrain me against my will.
—I could if I wanted too. And you don’t know who will win.
—It’s so predictable. Anyone can see it. No, I correct: anyone clever enough can see it.
—Wanna bet?
And they sat down to settle the rules. The two girls would watch the marathon, much to Floria’s reluctance. Both would make a quick list of their guesses of the top 10 competitors. After each aid station, they would check those lists. The winner would add a rope to the loser: ankles, thighs, gag and hands. Until one of them was fully restrained. Or the marathon had finished. As they were only six aid stations remaining and the finishing line (which counted as a station for the purpose of the bet).
Karissa protested this, as according to her, the final list could be very different from the list during each aid station.
—We are not doing that— said Floria firmly. —We don’t have the time.
—Then you know nothing about marathons. It’s entirely…
—Are we doing this or do you chicken out?
Karissa pursed her lips. —You’re on.
For any one willing to read the two first long parts, here there are:
The Roommates 1: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?t=5152
The Roommates 2: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?t=14375
However, I'll try to keep the stories as easy as they can be for new readers. Enjoy!
STORY 1: SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE ROOMMATES 1
PART 1
Karissa rushed from the couch to the apartment door. Her long wavy black hair bounced on her shoulders as she ran and opened the door for Floria. The runner returned to the living room and dropped herself on the couch.
—What’s the hurry? The game hasn’t started yet.
—What took you so long?— asked Karissa from the couch.
—Coach didn’t let us go. Until she remembered today was the big game.
The sports bag in Floria’s right hand contained her training gear. In the left hand, she held a six-pack of soda cans. She dropped her bag at the entrance and closed the door. She walked to the couch and squinted.
—That’s not the game. That’s just your stupid marathon.
Karissa turned to look at Floria. —Marathon aren’t stupids. They are… Flo, what have I told you? Don’t drop your stuff anywhere. Gotta know the rules if you want to move in.
Floria rolled her eyes. She sighed and walked back to the entrance. She picked up her bag and returned to the couch.
—Cup coasters— whispered Karissa.
Floria sat on the couch and took the remote control with her free hand. She raised the six-pack and Karissa grabbed them. She rushed to the kitchen and returned with a small tablecloth and two coasters, which she placed on her coffee table.
The basketball player scratched her long curly hair and changed the channel. A second passed and Karissa noticed it. —I was watching that.
—We’d agreed to watch the basketball game, right?
Karissa huffed. —We still have sixty minutes to go. You just want to watch your stupid pre-show panel.
She tried to reach for the remote, but Floria avoided her arm. —Oh, so you can call the panel stupid, but your marathons aren’t?
—That’s a real competition.— said Karissa. She extended her arm only for Floria to change hands and keep the remote.
—That’s a lot of people running and nothing happening for two hours.— Floria crouched to avoid Karissa. —Besides, Da Costa’s going to win.
Karissa snorted again. —That was lame guess. Kipsang will take it. Now gimme that!
The two friends engaged in struggling game to get hold on the remote. The small struggle lasted a minute on the couch. Until Karissa fall on the floor. Floria ran behind the furniture. The host stood up and raised her hand. She demanded the control. Floria refused.
—Don’t make me restrain you, Flo. We’ll finish the marathon and then the game.
—We already know who’s going to win the race. So pre-show and then the game. Also, like you could restrain me against my will.
—I could if I wanted too. And you don’t know who will win.
—It’s so predictable. Anyone can see it. No, I correct: anyone clever enough can see it.
—Wanna bet?
And they sat down to settle the rules. The two girls would watch the marathon, much to Floria’s reluctance. Both would make a quick list of their guesses of the top 10 competitors. After each aid station, they would check those lists. The winner would add a rope to the loser: ankles, thighs, gag and hands. Until one of them was fully restrained. Or the marathon had finished. As they were only six aid stations remaining and the finishing line (which counted as a station for the purpose of the bet).
Karissa protested this, as according to her, the final list could be very different from the list during each aid station.
—We are not doing that— said Floria firmly. —We don’t have the time.
—Then you know nothing about marathons. It’s entirely…
—Are we doing this or do you chicken out?
Karissa pursed her lips. —You’re on.