Boyhood Daze Novels & Stories

The two boys have forgotten that they are in front of their parents Blaze turned to look at Ace again with his coldest gaze without any word. ****😳😳****

Fifteen minutes later, I get out of the bathroom, get dressed and sit down at the table to complete my works. When I finish all the works, it's only 7:30 Pm. I again lie back on my bed with my laptop, scrolling through Netflix to find some good movie to watch. Good that there's free Wi-Fi in dorm. Suddenly a movie called ‘Painful Secrets’ catch my eyes and I click to see the info. Ironically, It's a movie about a teenage girl getting bullied. I instantly feel like watching the movie and I play it, lying back comfortably and placing a pillow over my stomach to raise the laptop a little more.

Pump up the jam, pump it up While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Look ahead, the crowd are jumpin' Pump it up a little more Get the party going on the dance floor See, 'cause that's where the party's at And you'll find out if you do that I don't want a place to stay Get your booty on the floor tonight Make my day I don't want a place to stay Get your booty on the floor tonight Make my day “What the hell happened to your Zumba class?” I asked my mom. I was just wondering why she decided to do her Saturday Zumba alone in our living room when she’s enrolled in an entire Zumba class consisting of overworked women like her.

Bobby’s Point of View No one in this damned school seemed to know anything about Christian Blackwood. He didn’t show up at the cafeteria. No one ever saw him in the hallways. Didn’t exist anywhere except in classrooms—and even then, no one could say when he came or when he left. But last week, I figured he played games. It was like trying to chase a ghost. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. The only lead I had was that feminine-looking boy I’d seen him with once, on the first day of resumption. I had waited at the front gate that morning, planning to catch Christian the moment he arrived.

In the soft light of dusk, his eyes shone like stars. "Dear examiner, your second assessment is to accompany your probationary boyfriend on a grocery run." I stared at the store, feeling like a naive bystander caught in a trap. "Assessment?" I repeated, trying to find any hint of a joke on his face. He nodded, looking at me earnestly. "Nova, Mr. Y's persona can't exist only on paper." I had no words. How could I possibly argue with a CEO who took up cooking just to match his persona?

confused as we were, she continued to explain. "The cafeteria is the most crucial area in the entire school. We have everybody here. We've got the Social Butterflies, The Divas aka the Prom Queens, The Sports Club, The Academic Team, The Theater Group, and the worst of them all. The playboys beware of the playboys. The playboys have this procedure of using and dumping girls. For instance, you see that guy in the middle that's surrounded by girls that's Jamie. He's the leader of the playboys. I heard if he doesn't get what he wants, his friends will bully you until you do what he says.

Lydia recommended as it was something light, that would not trigger anything and she said and I quote ‘Keeping myself a bit occupied’. After Jace broke up with me I did not tell my mom because she would have ended up worrying about trivial things. I was surprised I handled the breakup well or maybe it was because I had already started noticing the distance Jace was keeping and braced myself. As l was driving home from work around 6 pm. l spotted rooftop from across the street holding a pink and purple heart-shaped balloon. A little girl probably around the age of 8 approached him with a huge cute smile. Author’s pov

He stated in his accent. "Something like that. I need to forget about my problems for a while, even if it's for a few hours." I plopped on a vacant sofa. One of the girls staggered up to me and commenced performing dirty dance moves. She jiggled her ass according to the song. The dress she had worn did nothing to hide her plump breasts, thighs, and ass cheeks. "Looks like mama wants to keep you entertained," Meek commented while preparing my special cocaine.

The most he ever got away with was trying different facial hair. Cassie folded her lover's hand over his still chest and leaned down to kiss his cold blue lips. She couldn't hold it anymore, she'd been entirely silent since she arrived, but she couldn't anymore. The agony was bubbling in her chest and breaking through. Cassie let out a strangled cry and fell to her knees, clutching the side of the table. It felt like the room was too hot and too cold all at the same time. "no.no no, no.. no-no. Please, no, please, if this is a dream, I want to wake up now. Please wake me up. Wake me up! " she cried so hard she couldn't breathe.

Henry: [Even if it was just a few minutes, I'll remember it forever. I looked at that message for a long time. Then I typed three words: [Go to sleep.] I hit send and tossed my phone aside. When I closed my eyes, I saw Henry holding my hand. And that look on his face when he said he was my boyfriend. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. He really has changed. In a way that throws me off. Moonlight poured through the window. Bright. Like that night when we were kids, watching the moon together.