Between Us Manga Novels & Stories

nothing good ever lasts it seems 2 WEEKS LATER~ Miguel and I were currently naked laying with our legs intertwined in his bed eating takis and m&m's and watching Tokyo Ghoul with English subs for Miguel. I was into it surprisingly and understanding Japanese was a bonus perk for watching anime and I didn't need to rush my eyes over the subtitles. I drank my Modelo as I watched. Unfortunately I recently received a text message from Sergio telling me that I was ruining Miguel's life. Really? I couldn't see it. I was sexing him up every moment, every single night and I offered to buy him whatever he wanted. Plus we were getting to know each other pretty well. I realized that he was only seventee

The person looked at me too at the same time. Our eyes widened. The person changed his expression into a smirk. "I guess destiny enjoys sticking us together huh?"

He said, looking at me mischievously. "No! Go to your room," I said, dragging him to the door. Brian and I were in the same dorm building. His room was one floor above mine, but he rarely lived there. Mostly, he would be with me in my room when Pippa wasn't around because she hated our lovey dovey moments. She was a bit tomboyish. I quickly changed into a pink Kiss shirt and black jeans, and hurried out, locking the door behind me. ~~~

Jenna smiled awkwardly while scratching the back of her head. "Thanks, babe." Delilah winked. "Now we've finally arrived at the hip-hop studio and we'll see you at lunch. Love ya." Delilah blew a kiss then glided away.

These were the only human friends he has had from middle school. “How come you both argue whenever you meet?” asks Mitsuru. “He looks like my doppelganger from a parallel universe!” “She looks like my doppelganger from a parallel universe! Stop copying me!” “Shut up! You copied me first!” “You wanna settle this in a better way?” “Sure… I’ll take you on anytime, any day!” says Ayame with a grin. “Don’t cry after you lose.” Says Akihiko with a smirk. They go to their clubroom and have their lunch there. Before the lunch, Akihiko goes up against Ayame in the RPG game he usually played… And completely destroys her.

- I replied while laughing. The two were joking, then Kira called Gin to sit next to her on the sofa in the living room. "Let's watch our favorite anime series; You choose between Gintama and Bleach? What do you like ?." I could not promptly answer her question afterward. I was surprised by what I said to her, "Ahm, What do I like? I LIKE YOU!." -I was suddenly taken aback by what I said to Kira that I was just joking. "PARDON?" Luckily, she did not understand what I told her.

“I was editing. Not brooding.” Ava plopped onto the couch, grabbing a handful of candy from the jar Luna kept on the side table. “Sure. And I just dropped by to admire your decor.” She took a bite and gestured at the screen. “And I can see what’s got you staring at the screen so hard.” Ava leaned in again, scrutinizing the images as Luna clicked through them. “Damn,” she muttered. “These are gorgeous. You really have a way of making even the most infuriating people look like gods.”

Movies, malls, gaming centres, fun centres, almost every place they go. Even though I'm so fed up with those two, it kinda felt cute seeing them being lovey-dovey which made me start to like them. Whenever I see them being affectionate towards each other, it reminds me of Yoshirin and Micchi, known for being such an affectionate couple starring in a Japanese tv drama named crayon Shin Chan. Jose asked me, "Why are you smiling at yourself? Did you finish your assignment?" "Ah! Don't remind me about the assignment yet. Let's deal with that after we get to class. Can I have my peaceful walk now?"

He gave a little wave like he wasn’t fazed by the stares. “Hey,” he said simply. Girls in the back row whispered immediately. “He’s cute.” “Totally my type.” “Sit anywhere you like,” the teacher said. Liam’s eyes scanned the room, and of course, he walked right over and dropped into the empty seat beside me. “Hey,” he said smoothly, flashing me that smile. I blinked. “Uh… hi.” “I’m Liam.” “Aria.” “Nice name.” I stared at him for a second, suspicious. Was this guy for real?

Anne had just stepped out of the grandmother’s room, gently closing the door behind her, when she saw him leaning against the wall a few steps away. He straightened slightly when he noticed her, as if he hadn’t meant to be caught standing there. “Is she resting?” he asked. “Yes. I’ve given her medication. She should be fine for the next few hours.” “Good.” The word came easily, but he didn’t move to leave. And neither did she. The space between them felt charged in a way that was becoming familiar—a recognition of something unspoken that existed regardless of whether they acknowledged it aloud.