Charlie Day Meme Novels & Stories

A few days later. “Damn it... my money... they’re all out to screw me.” Charlie slumped against the alley wall, chugging cheap beer straight from the bottle. He pointed to the sky, his voice hoarse and full of rage. “One day, I’m gonna rise again—and when I do, you’ll all be on your knees, begging to lick my boots.” He broke into a sloppy laugh, spit flying, drool sliding down his chin. He looked more like a man lost in a fever dream than someone plotting a comeback.

They chuckled together, kissed, and started unpacking the food from the brown paper bag. “We need to eat fast if we’re gonna get you that million today. What’d you get me?” asked Lucas, rubbing his hands together. He looked as though he was ready to eat the wrappers and all. “The usual; bacon breakfast burrito, extra potato, extra bacon, light egg. Just like you like it.” Emma told him in a sing song kind of way. She was always bubbly, especially after her morning coffee. Lucas smiled from ear to ear. “And for you, let me guess; ham and egg, no potato, extra cheese?”

His tone oozed impatience as he said, "What are you still doing here? Why haven't you left?" He gave me a once-over, eyeing me as if I were trash. "People like you scare off my real customers." He sneered at me, his expression full of malice. I looked up at him and said calmly, "What if he can't buy it in half an hour? I can still purchase it, right? I'm just waiting." Liam rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, his tone disdainful as he said, "Can you even afford it? What are you bragging about? Just look at yourself. You're trying to punch way above your weight!"

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

A BAD DAY... WEEK Charlie isn't sure she has anything to be grateful for. These past few months have been a rollercoaster that has managed to overwhelm Charlie gravely. The gingerhead has always looked forward to any Thanksgiving, especially with Deedah and Mama Freya present in the same room. Those two are like oil and water. Last year, Mama Freya kept dropping inappropriate jokes about Zeus's ass and Deedah almost punched her jaw. Charlie could swear she almost had a heart attack that day.

I watch as my door opened and Charlie walked in with plastic in his hands. "Oh, did I disturb something?" He asked, hanging up the call. Ending the call, I shook my head. "No, actually, you have the perfect timing." "Oh?" He put the plastic down and took a sit on my desk. Ignoring the fact that he's sitting on my desk, I explained everything. "Oh, so technically, the daycare attracts customers with their looks?" Charlie asked, "But aren't they mostly married?!" "Old people problems." Beth laughed, "They just want to look but no touch."

Meme says in her juvenile, half-asleep state. “I'm bound by an NDA”, states Charlene. “Yeah, yeah! Me too”, Meme suddenly adds. “You made Meme sign an NDA?”, asks Maxine in disbelief. “She’s a big mouth, you know that”, Loyalty says without apology, making me laugh into her arm. “I resent that”, Meme retorts. “You would”, says Jonny. “Hey, I thought we were friends”, she whines, making us all laugh. “And where does Gabby fall into all of this?”, asks Maxine.

“Hey, Charlie, my man? That’s not how you play, man. You can’t just hog the ball like that—” “F*ck what you think, loser! Who the f*ck are you to stop me, huh? This is how I’ve always played basketball!” Charlie snarled. “Tell you what, I’ve never lost a single game throughout my life. I’m number one, and no one—I repeat, no one—has ever kept up with me!”

Zella “Happy birthday, Uncle Charlie,” I cheered, hugging the old man on the wheelchair. Uncle Charlie was way older than my Dad and Isaiah, but I was always around while we grew up too. He used a wheelchair but was as stubborn and grumpy as hell. “What's fun about it? Those damn reporters are out there with their cameras again, and I don't know half the people in this hall,” He said sullenly. I could see the glint in his eyes, though. He was happy.

I said Whenever we get broken, we turn into something, something that is related with anger. ~~~ It's Monday today and I don't want anyone to see that I'm still the weak Cyanelle that crying every night. I dressed up, and tried to be cold and heartless, feirce as I can be. "Woah, you look gorgeous." Charlie commented I smile lightly and thank him. "I think my ex gonna probably envy at you because I'm with a gorgeous hot chick as you." He joked