90s Early 2000s Rom-coms Novels & Stories

“If you say so but for the next three months you go by the name Audrey Robbins.” “Okay.” “We must act like a couple in all manner of ways including sexually because I need you to fall in love with me.” He said and she laughed. “Did you just say sexually? And you need to fall in love with you?” “If you don't have sex with me, I will do it at my will and you must fall in love with me.” “Just like that? Fall in love with you?” “I don't see anything funny about it.” “Of course it is, do you think love works that way?”

They looked so cute that people would stop and just stare at the couple. “So who’s that? Rowell? Rhymes with Noel,” I snickered. “Who is Noel?” she said while brushing her hair. We were then at home that weekend, and she was dressing up to watch movies with her new school friends. I scratched my chin while staring at her, chewing on gum. She looked so pretty in her white top, tucked in blue jeans and Tretorn sneakers. Mica was never a “girly” one: she was into sports so she usually garbs herself in casual, easy-to-move-in clothing and sportswear. I try to emulate her clothing style, but my height simply gets in the way. She picked up her bag and went out. The phone rang. I rushed down and

“You recommended a lot of documentaries to me, remember?” “Yeah, because recommending you rom-coms would have made it look like I'm flirting with you,” I said, remembering how much I wanted to talk to her about the romantic comedies from the 80s when she mentioned that she has basic tastes and just love to feel good rom-coms. “It wouldn't! People suggest romantic movies to each other all the time.” She sat up to see if I was joking about it. “You're serious about it. I didn't know that.”