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Octavia had gone to college. Bellamy couldn’t be prouder if he tried. He’d kissed her forehead, packed her into her car and he’d watched her drive away. She hadn’t gone far, but she’d wanted to stay on campus, enjoy dorm life and be free.
He was proud.
Of course their apartment was now 50% more empty and he had double the rent to pay plus Octavia’s tuition (and the girl wanted to take a lot of electives) and there was only so much ass he could fuck for rent before he got chafing.
Which left him with not a whole lot of options.
So after discussing his options at length with Octavia, he decided the best option was to rent out her bedroom. She’d cleared most of her stuff out, after all, and the rest could be put into his room nice and safe. As long as the new roommate didn’t paint the walls or put a sledgehammer through the door, nothing would really have to change. He could rent the room out, Octavia could sleep on the sofa for all the vacations, and when – if, he supposed – she came home full-time they’d either kick the roommate out (Blake solidarity surpassed rental laws, after all) or figure out another option.
With all that in mind, he wrote out a simple ad.
ROOMMATE WANTED TO SHARE A GREAT APARTMENT NEAR CAMPUS
$950/month, bedroom has large windows and lots of light. Downtown area, 2bd/1ba apt: in-unit laundry, public transit nearby, pets allowed.
Then he tacked his number on the bottom and hoped he wouldn’t end up enticing himself a psycho.
