Looking for a Roommate

So you know those freakishly large people, like 6’6” and 250 pounds worth of muscle. No, thats not me but it is my two best friends Blake and Shay. Yeah, its the giants and me, we’re like the three musketeers, we do everything together, well pretty much everything. People stop us on the streets to take our pictures, apparently we look pretty funny together. I guess I can see it, you see I’m 5’7”, Blake’s 6’5”, and Shay is 6’6”, so I pretty much look like a midget even though I am on the tall side for a female.
You know how I said we do everything together, I wasn’t kidding. Shay graduated two years before me and Blake a year after that. They waited to go to college so we could all go together. I know what you’re thinking why did they waste precious Shaye waiting for me instead of going to college, well they tend not to be too responsible so if they would of gone off to college without someone to mother them, it wouldn’t have gone so well. Now we all go to UNR together and share a two bedroom, two bath apartment 15 minutes by bike away from campus. They share one room and I have my own. It works out pretty well, except for the fact that I am pretty much their maid... OK I am their maid, they never clean up after themselves.
Everything was going great, that is until Blake read an article about 5 being the lucky number for everything that piqued his interest. So here I sat on our couch patiently-OK so not exactly patient- listening to him ramble on about how we needed two more roommates reach the lucky and whole number of five... I don’t know, he’s weird. “Come, on Reilly. The apartment is shrouded in bad luck. Two more roommates would even it all out. One could share a room with you and the other one could stay in our room. Pleeee...

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...chools all my life until then, it seemed like the natural choice. I loved it, I really did. All my friends were there and we were closer than most of us were with our families. I graduated valedictorian and got here on a full scholarship.” I smiled up at him, most of my friends were spread out across the country and I missed them more than I could have ever thought.
Hunter looked a little taken aback. “Wow, a girl who’s pretty and smart... I’m sorry, that came out wrong. What I mean is most of the time the pretty girls are the one’s who get the really bad grades. Not that smart girls aren’t pretty. Man, I’m just digging my own hole. Do you think we could just forget I said that,” he asked looking down at his shoes embarrassed.
“Yeah, I think we could. I have to get to class now, but I’ll see you later,” I gave him smile and walked off towards the science building.