Roommates... Ugh

I've decided I must be a really bad roommate because I have problems with all of them. Freshman year it was Hannah, and we both changed a lot over the year (expected your freshman year), and by the end of the year, her personality of playing miss innocent, even though she wasn't got on my nerves. Sophomore year, first semester, I didn't have any problems because there were four of us, and I'm pretty sure the only time all four of us were ever in the room for more than 20 minutes was when we were sleeping, and second semester, I moved out part-way through due to a broken ankle, so no serious problem arose. Junior year.... well... let's just junior year was the worst year for roommates, and anyone who knows me, probably heard me complain about it. So that brings me up to this year.

This year was the perfect plan... North Hall... 4 separate bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a shared living room and kitchen. My roommates, 3 sorority sisters. One is a 5th year PT major with a boyfriend who lives off-campus, so we don't really see much of her. Two is an archaeology major who enjoys hiding in her room for the most part, although she does on occasion venture out to eat with us or watch a movie or something. Three, a psychology major, and the only way to describe her is eccentric. I love this last one with all my heart, and she quickly became one of my best friends. Last semester we were pretty much inseparable. We would go out together, we were on exec together, and we would eat together. It was awesome. I was like, there is no way this can be bad (I must have jinxed myself). Now she and I have our differences, and sometimes we're girls about it, and don't say anything and just let things play out until we can't stand not talking to each other. Honestly, we haven't had any huge problems. My problem lies with our unspoken 5th roommate.

This person has become like my little brother. He is amazing, and everyday he proves to be one of the nicest people I know. I came to know him through Three. I met him at a party, and he was cool, and we talked with him for a while, and then we left. Little did I know, that he would soon become this 5th roommate. As last semester drew to a close, he and Three began texting more and more, and he would come over more and more, but I was like, whatever. Three confided in me, that she didn't really want him texting her all the time over break because she needed the time to figure out what she wanted. I'm pretty sure he did though.

When the semester began again, we began having dinner nights. One night I would cook, another Three would, and another one of our friends would. Then on Sunday mornings, he would come over and cook breakfast. We would watch movies and hang out... it was seriously like we were adults and not just kids in college (as weird as that sounds). But also as the semester picked up, her was coming over all the time. Literally every night. Three and he would go work out together, go to lunch, cook dinner, watch movies by themselves while both claimed they weren't dating. One day, this came to a boiling point, and I confronted Three about it. How this was tearing us as friends and roommates apart, how I was always the third wheel now, and how I was trying so hard to be single right now because that is truly what I need, and she was not helping. She broke down crying saying she didn't know how to be just friends with a guy (heck I still have trouble with that sometimes), and how we weren't going to see as much of him anymore.

That lasted all of 12 hours. The next day he was over again. Now my little brother has becoe one of my good friends, and last semester we would go on coffee dates and just talk about what was going on in life. We haven't had a single one this semester. I swear to you, it seems like he doesn't blink an eye with out Three's permission. Honestly, whether he or Three can see it or not, this relationship, or whatever they have, is killing him. See, he's a freshman, and we're seniors, which means next year, we're gone. His dad is going back into the active Army, and his family is moving to Germany (not that he's that close to his family, but still), and he is going ot be stuck here, with friends he used to hang out with, but burned all his bridges to, and he's not going to know what to do, and one of two things will happen. He'll go back to his old lifestyle of partying every weekend and tkaing it to the extreme, or he'll sit in his room by himself, and occasionally meet his old friends for lunch. Neither of these fates should happen to him. Here's why I think they will:

We'll take a Monday, he has class, and then he has lunch with Three, then he has more class, then he works out with Three, then they come over and make dinner, and she goes to a meeting, and he chills in the apartment until she gets back when they "do homework" by talking and being entertwined in each other (not in a sexual way, but not in a friend-like way either). Around 11 or 12 they start a movie, 30 minutes in she falls asleep. around 2 or 2:30 whenever the movie gets over, he wakes her up, they talk for another 30 minutes, she goes to bed, he goes back to his place to go to bed, and then gets up st 7:30 the next morning in order to go to an 8 am class, which he occasionally sleeps through. (and he complains that he's tired... hmmm... I wonder why).

I see this everyday. I see him bending over backwards to make her happy, and literally doing everything for Three from getting her water, to doing the dishes, to runing across campus and back for change for the copier before the library closes, to carrying her across the parking lots because she has her clippers on, and it's snowing. Everyday he grows more and more attached, and sure, she's attached, but not like him. She says one thing and then acts another way, so which does he believe, the one that makes him happy of course. It's going to hurt a lot when we leave, and I dont' want that for him.

So what do I do now? Just let it be, because honestly there's a good chance, this is too far along to do anything about it? Try to talk to her again? Talk to him... maybe he'll actually listen (doubtful)? My friend and I stood in the living room tonight for about 30 - 45 minutes discussing, in whispers, the whole situation (they were in her room behind the closed door "talking" again). We're both in agreement... they need to spend less tiem with each other. I think Spring Break will be a needed break for both of them, and I really hope Three doesn't have reception in the Grand Canyon, because I think a few days of silence between them will do them good. After that though... what do we do? Neither of us wants to lose him as a friend. But we both think it'll go straight back to how it is now after SB.

So what now? What's next in the roommate saga?

A one room apartment for me I think.