Annoying Meme Novels & Stories

No witnesses, no rules broken) he says to me. “Sin romper la regla”, (no rule-breaking) I gasped out as his kisses trailed lower and lower. “Yeah, this just got awkward hearing my friend of eleven years speak another language as a man assaults her with his lips”, says Meme. I dunno why this is so funny, but I burst out laughing. Meme looks at me, her face is flushed and she too starts laughing! I pecked Jonny before climbing out of his lap and into the seat next to him. When Meme is not looking, he takes my hand he is holding and stuffs it down his pants so that I feel his raging boner. I glance back at him, and he smirks. My face grows hot!

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

I blurt, which is dumb because I’m clearly smiling like I just got proposed to via text. She smirks, circling the bed like a vulture. “Right. Because memes make you giggle like a hormonal teenager on prom night?” I groan and fall back onto the bed dramatically. “You’re annoying.” “And you’re in love.” “I’m not!” I snap. “Oh please, I’ve been standing here for like three solid minutes, calling your name while you stared at that screen like you were in the middle of a damn romance novel. You didn’t even flinch. Girl, I could’ve been a ghost.”

And she even thought he was so tired because of work that she even had the urge to ask him if he had eaten. She couldn't explain the annoyance she felt or why she was annoyed by those thoughts all of a sudden. Maybe it's just a late reaction? Her brain defended her. She was so irritated that she would have simply shut off her phone when the notifications began to sound one after another. She took a peek at the most recent notifications. She was curious to learn that it was coming from a stranger. Additionally, this account's profile photo shows a man who appears to be quite angry. That phony account is called Mister Lonely.

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

I said roughly, trying to move past him, but he blocked me again. “Great job on the Lunch,” he said, his tone mocking. “Also, you are the hottest thing trending in the media right now. Aren’t you quite the little celeb?” Nora made a face at him, but he brushed her off and took a step closer to me. “I thought Nora would have told you by now. Pity.” He whipped out his phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen there was a picture of me… no, hold on! It was a meme! Someone had used my picture from the launch and made a meme!

Just sharp enough to cut through everything. “I found it.” No one reacted at first. Then every head turned. Alex was already pointing at one of the screens. A single meme post. Simple. Fast. Easy to ignore. Exactly the kind of thing most adults would scroll past without thought. It was a two-panel format. How it started / How it’s going. Several analysts frowned. One looked offended that this was what had stopped the room. I stepped closer. Then my breath caught. The first image showed the full teen team on a ferry.

I was okay with my 'okays'. I want to say that he's the worst thing of my life! But first I have to manage Lai from rolling over the floor. "One minute, please." I say and put thy phone on the bed with the speaker off and kick on Lai's ass who's not over with her laughter session. "Should I give you a speaker to announce your ear pleasing laughter to the whole world?" I drag her from the ground and put her on the bed. Literally no one,and me : using manforce on my bestie to stop her from laughing. This should be a meme!

He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

Worst is why am I annoyed that Memo doesn't care to text or call me? I shook my head to take away all my unhealthy thoughts about Memo. I bothered myself by opening the folders and re-reading the inventory this month. And to my surprise, this is the first time I got bored reading these folders. It's already past four in the afternoon and I am still here in my office, I have lost my hope that Memo will text or call me. I feel stupid, why didn't I just get his number? No, the question is why am I acting weird? Why do I seem to be back to being a teenager waiting for his crush to shoot him a message? I hate this feeling. I was in such deep thoughts when suddenly I heard a knock on the door.