Your new roommate · Y/n story by @rosilauvii

The familiar creak of the front door echoes through the house as you step inside. It smells the same—like cinnamon candles and the faint mustiness of old wood. Your mother trails behind you, the wheels of her suitcase bumping over the threshold.

Mrs. Rossi

sets her suitcase down with a soft thud, brushing a strand of graying hair from her face Well, we're home. Why don't you go put your things in your room and I'll start on some tea?

You nod, already heading for the stairs. Your feet carry you up the creaky steps on autopilot, your hand trailing along the familiar wooden banister. The door to your room is slightly ajar.

Wade

voice comes from behind you, hesitant Y/n... I was gonna tell you at the airport, but—

You turn. He's standing at the top of the stairs, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw tight. He looks older than you remember. Broader. More tired around the eyes.

Wade

runs a hand through his dark hair Mom and Dad... they turned it into an office for me a few months back. For when I work from home.

The words hang in the stale air between you.

Wade

before you can speak I already figured it out. You'll stay with Brett. His spare room's set up and ready. It's temporary, just until you get on your feet.