A Little Too Familiar Novels & Stories

The chair: the closest thing to success, and even that had ended with me studying the wall while he stepped past me at close range and said thank you in the voice of a man accepting ordinary help with an ordinary chair. The problem, I decided, was not my intentions. The problem was that Julien was a very composed person who gave very little away, and I was apparently a person who, under mild romantic pressure, became someone who knocked over houseplants and made sustained eye contact with walls. I was still working out a different approach when Lucas solved the problem for me, as he occasionally did, in his entirely unconscious way.

Spew. Aiden Buckland's fancy car pulls into my driveway. His blonde locks are flowing again. His light brown eyes find mine. I like hanging out with him. Even if we are only friends who are pretending. I do like him. He is a kind soul. I am thrilled to go to his soccer game and watch him kick the ball around.

I took out my phone and scrolled to the one photo in the album where Mom was actually smiling. Finally, the boarding call came. Outside the window, Northbridge shrank smaller and smaller behind the plane. I leaned against the glass and closed my eyes. Mom's voice drifted up in my memory, as clear as if she were beside me. 'Ted, sweetheart. Life's like riding a train. Some people get on, some people get off. Don't let it weigh on you too much.' She was right. Mom had gotten off first. Chloe had reached her stop, too. Now, it was my turn to move on to whatever platform came next.

Not like my hygiene is bad but I am just not this sensitive "It's now ready your highness"

Anna walked out as she impatiently stared at her. "What on the earth are you reading not answering your phone ?", Ann shouted as Adi closed her book and stared at the phone. She didn't have any notification. "I don't have any notifica...", Before she completed her sentence she stared again at the phone something felt odd. she unlocked the phone to see the phone was same. She still felt something was amiss she pressed the contact list to see some Alien list of names and Numbers. The list was unique had unique names. "Stupid 1, Stupid 2, Restricted Number, Don't answer...", This way the names of the contacts were written.

I make sure that fine is dragged out real long and had a nice touch of extra whine in it. "If it will get you to shut up about it, I'll get some witchy-woo-woo, shama-llama-ding-dong, whatever it is done to my brain." He's not impressed with my nonchalance or my overly bratty attitude, but he stops talking about it, so that's all I could ask for. "Get to sleep, mate." He sounds really annoyed with me and I simply don't care. "Well I can't now that you've given me shaken Leena syndrome." I give him my best 'I do what I want face' and raise an eyebrow to challenge him.

When we met the client's liaison, I immediately sensed something was off. His eyes roamed over me without restraint, and every so often, he would find an excuse to touch me.

Too much personality often resulted in problems. Climbing up the stairs to the master bedroom; the largest of all 5; the mild echo is unmissable and forces him to crave some sound. “Alexa, turn on the music please”, he says into the thin air sounding slightly defeated. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘How High The Moon’ fills the vacant space all over the building and suddenly he feels less alone.

*FLASHBACK.* Lily Rose just finished her "just-another-day" session at The Make-Up Institure. She's happy because she was able to learn so many things that could help her in the future, however, she feels like her brain has been overloaded with too much information. She feels hungry and tired. She's planning to take out some big slices of pizza for her dinner tonight, then afterwards, she'll hit the shower, hit the sack, and call it a day.

"I'm so jealous." Seriously, who is this guy in front of me? Why don't I recognize and know him when a lot of people do? Being with him in one week, I guess it still isn't enough and that I still have a lot of things to know. I moved my face closer to him and whispered, "You know what, you're so popular." He looked at me with a confused face. "Popular?" "Yes. You are very popular. Also ate July. And oh right, why didn't you tell me? That you own the most famous modeling company?"