Budderball Buddies Novels & Stories

“Nothing much.” But my heart twisted as soon as I said the name. Because it didn’t feel like nothing. The night had been replaying in my mind like a movie on a constant loop. By mid-afternoon, Nora was helping me finish my shift at the hotel. Sometimes she came along like that just to keep me company while I worked. She leaned against my cart scrolling through her phone. “Ugh,” she said dramatically. “Why are basketball players so damn hot?” I laughed weakly. “You and your athletes.”

A flicker of panic crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure. “It was the first day of New Year's. The company's not that unreasonable. I only stayed a little while before my boss let me off early. Since I was already out and had nothing to do, I went to play cards with my friends. You’re not going to be jealous over that, right?” She pouted, looking slightly annoyed. “I need my own social life too. I can’t revolve around you all the time, can I?” Her explanation was flawless, but I still caught a hint of guilt in her voice.

I put the glasses on the table next to my bed and approached her, hugged her by the head with another arm stroking her hair. “It’s alright, dear … it’s alright.” I spoke. These are the times when I wish I know more about children and parenting than I do. My eyes were led to my phone which is on Laura’s hand as I wondered what it is that has been bothering this poor little child. What I saw is not a mobile game, but the picture of the three of them, Mary, Laura, and Luke, on that very day of the competition. The picture that I took of them as they sport the ribbons that Laura won and Mary brought.

] Alicia: [Well damn, do adults not know how to do anything else aside from getting intimate? Anna: [Please ma’am, you’re not exactly a toddler, you’re getting intimate with people as well but what did they say though?] Alicia: [The usual, how I’m a slut and all, doesn’t really faze me.] Anna: [Ignore them, it’s not their fault half of the boys in the basketball team want to screw you, even being your best friend, it’s a bit hard to resist you.] Alicia smiled, cheeks burning from her smile. [Shut up…]

I smiled at them wearily. They served dinner and we all sat together in silence for a while. Finally, when we were finishing up, Alpha Angus cleared his throat and called everyone to attention. “So boys, the time has come for you all to find your mates. After all, you can’t ascend to Alpha without first finding your Lunas. So we are going to have a ball. We are going to have a mating ball next Saturday,” Alpha commanded.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

“Please . . . call a meeting. We have to act accordingly to stop this monstrosity.” They all met almost every day to have breakfast at the same Restaurant. They met up to whisper. It was an informal gathering of old friends. Members came to receive some fresh news. Most came to see friends. All of them came for a bit of gossip. Common among them, were their political leanings. Their secret communications were all coded and never got out of the closed circuit. Elections and secret agendas, for example, were always coded. Outsiders came to know them as members of the Breakfast Club who flock together every morning in the same restaurant, to talk and get fresh news. They met up afterward as wa

I forgot he has a very loud voice. I stepped back and looked at the room office. "Happy Birthday girl" was written on pink cardboard, I smiled at Jenny and she smiled back. I looked at the half-eaten cake for a second time, I saw traces of butter icing on Cameron's lips and I frowned at him, an expression which he delightfully returned. I hugged Lupin and he squeezed the life out of me. "Ahem, ahem," I said, coming towards Parker. "Don't worry Soph, it's your birthday, you're not in trouble but if it dares hap—"

Amaris liked kickball, although some of the boys in her class were a bit overly competitive when they played in the fall. “Happy Birthday Mar!” Says the tall blonde girl next to Amaris. Her name was Heather and she was a happy go lucky team mate of Amaris’ from basketball. Heather was on Amaris’ basketball teams all the way from the time they were in first grade. Heather and Amaris had spent time doing shooting drills, and practicing dribbling, blocking, and coming up with plays every winter. They had been friends for years. “Thanks Heather!” “Are you doing anything special for your birthday? It is 17 after all.” Inquired Heather with a warm smile. It highlighted her golden brown eyes.

"Bartholomew!, don't tell me you actually have no friends besides me" "I do,i do,i wouldn't actually call them friends though. I just have a bunch of drinking buddies,we watch football together." As Bart explained,Lola gave herself a facepalm. "Those are your friends!, what exactly is your definition of friendship anyway?" "Like ours i guess?" Bart guessed, facing her with a confused look on his face. Lola laughed really hard while punching his shoulder simultaneously. "No, heck no!" She continued laughing. "Bart, our case is a bit... different from the typical definition of friendship"