Novel & Cerita A Little Too Familiar

I wonder… Dang. We really didn’t know each other. “Why are you antsy?” “Are we about to have a real conversation?” he asks. “We did last night.” “Indeed. Did you dream about me?” And there he goes with the cockiness. “Nope. I dreamed about cupcakes, lemon ones called Pucker Up. I shoved two in my mouth and may have had an orgasm.” “Did you dream about golf-ball-headed aliens too?”

Amara "Amara come on, you're taking ages" I heard Riley calling for me downstairs. Riley was my bestfriend, she was the polar opposite of me. She was fun, outgoing, adventurous and social, very social. "That's because I'm not going" I huffed while walking down the stairs in my pyjamas ready to watch the breakfast club like I do every year on my birthday. I looked over at Riley who stood there enraged, arms crossed staring at me intently.

She stood still, trying to assimilate what she was seeing. *** This was no Enemy raid. The people who had just broken into her apartment were perfectly familiar. Even in the tangle of shadows that swarmed over them, she recognized the faces of their neighbors. Uncle Dima, Dad’s coworker who had often lingered in their kitchen over a stein of kvas until it was too late to go back home and he had to snore the night away on the floor in a nest of old blankets, much to the indignation of his wife, Aunt Xenia.

Not even close. ---

“You look cute when you’re complaining.” She rolled her eyes but stepped closer, pressing her body against his. “Shut up. I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Like… nonstop.” His eyebrows lifted. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Ava’s voice dropped lower. “My sex drive’s been insane lately. I’m horny basically twenty-four seven now. I keep imagining your hands on me. Your mouth. Everything.” Noah’s hands slid to her waist, thumbs brushing under the hem of her cropped hoodie. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been half-hard since we left the library.”

I added. "You too”

"Surprising, you have the knack for details but still can't see that I didn't ask for your opinions." "Everyone knows it's Julieth." "Everyone knows I'm about to shoot your face." The voice sounded familiar; I had crossed paths with the owner of this voice. I was so sure about it, the nonstop talking filled with inside jokes and the intentional (?) Mispronunciation of names. I turned my gaze towards the door as the knock sounded, anticipating the impending impact against it, just as it had been predicted. Simultaneously, a sense of dread crept in as I contemplated the possibility of my skull being brutally torn apart.

Nothing more, nothing less. ******************************************

The familiar structure brought many memories to her, and her children’s excited chatter overwhelmed her thoughts. As Via stepped into the office building, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. The sleek, modern design of the lobby had changed since her childhood, but the essence of the place remained the same. Memories of her younger self running through these halls, her hand held by her brother, flooded her mind. She paused momentarily, taking in the familiar scent of polished wood and the faint hum of activity that buzzed throughout the building. Her father's company had once been a second home to her, a place where she felt both awe and comfort.

Amika looked uncertain and i was afraid i was about to let my insecurity go with a total stranger who might judge me every step of the way after this. "I have alopecia, but Mr. Brex is not aware." I mumbled. Amika looked at me uncomfortably.