Blanket Party Novels & Stories

" She kissed me on the cheeks then she left. So I did what she said. Grab is way safer. I booked a grab then returned home. As expected, they're having a war. I put my earpods in and played load music. 'Stiil Into You' by Paramore. I entered my room and packed all my clothes on a luggage. Maybe they wont see me leaving because their favorite war spot is the kitchen. Because the plates and glasses are there. So that they can throw it at each other. Damn life. I didn't left a single clothes there. I also did change. I just wore a simple shirt and a high waisted jeans. That will do.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #Hans “Oooh… I wanna know, what you hiding from me, cos am waking up to vacant love…” Vacant Love by Blake beamed loudly from the speakers set here on the beach. Looking around as feet’s dances around the beach we booked, actually Harley booked it. I believe this party will be tuned overnight, since it not yet night and everywhere is still crowded. There ain’t no cake, u don’t expect cakes and wines in a teen party right?.

"And it's a nice blanket. It's not too thick or thin, it's soft and light, and look, there's a pretty pattern, if you look closely." Regina examined the blanket closely. The light blue color had a silvery texture that, when the light caught it, revealed a pattern. Atlas, who had been watching Regina and Kane's interaction, also studied the blanket closely out of curiosity. "I don't see any pattern," Atlas muttered. "There's just color—Ah!" Regina was startled and turned to Atlas. "What? What? You surprised me, honey!" "Look!" Atlas pointed to the blanket. "There's a picture of a baby on this blanket. It'll show up when you move it toward the light."

"Use your cell phone!" Wow! I have to vent again because my annoyance hasn't gone away. "Aaagk! Hi hi hi hi." This time I made a shrill voice like a female ghost. I looked at Tuti, she was afraid to snuggle behind a small sofa to take cover. Without thinking, I stepped on the sofa and pulled Tuti's hijab so that her hair could be seen. I grabbed it with all my might as I was angry because he was the actor in my household.

“Want to go with me?” I bite my lip, feeling a shiver run down my spine at his touch. “Sure, I’ll go,” I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Great,” Liam says as he continues to pull the blanket away. And to Scarlet, he says, “We’ll be there.” Scarlet’s voice comes back on the line. “Excellent. The party starts at eight tomorrow, so make sure you’re dressed to impress.” “We will be,” Liam says before ending the call. He presses the end call and makes a last tug on my blanket. Finally succeeding, he watches me as I hide myself from his view.

My parents and Suzy had somehow made their way to me without my noticing. Tears kept streaming down Mom's face. She reached out to hug me but hesitated, her hand hovering in midair. "Chris—" I looked at her, then at Dad, who was standing beside her with reddened eyes. I looked at Suzy, whose face was filled with guilt. My thoughts were still a tangled mess. Just then, Benjamin walked over as well. He had taken off the crown and changed into ordinary clothes. He looked at me apologetically. "Christopher, I'm sorry. My name is Benjamin Smith. My mom was the planner for this party. Your parents came to us and said that they wanted to give you a special birthday surprise, so I agreed to help," h

It was about time something went right. Francine and I had been the last to leave the party, cleaning up and gathering unused supplies for Liza, Charlotte, and Olivia to take with them. Brody wished me safe travels, and the lump in my throat it gave me wouldn’t go away for hours. I’m not an overly emotional person, but lately everything has been rushing forward and I can’t stop any of it. As I hugged Brody goodbye, I thought about how lonely it would be without her around cracking jokes, or making us laugh with the stupid stories she liked to entertain everyone with. Brody was one of those people who’d be missed by everyone, because she was the life of the party. The brightest bulb. The fier