Cherry Flavoured The Neighbourhood Lyrics Novels & Stories

“This last song is dedicated to the woman I love the most. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you . . . You are my sun, my moon, and all of the stars. You brighten up my life, sweetheart. And I am the man who can’t be moved because of you . . . “ His lips lifted as he stared at me. My two knees are shaking. Tears already flowing endlessly at both my cheeks. I covered my lips when someone pulled my hand to take me on stage. The crowd is getting wild. They are all cheering for us. But I was deafer to the loud beating of my heart. Damn! This is not just a dream, Cherry! As I walk closer to him. The song, The man who can’t be moved by The Script is playing. Cause if one day y

Cherry's cheerful voice was laced with enthusiastic expectation. “Huh?” Larry was taken aback by the surprise. Not just by the words that she said, but also the sentiment transmitted through the phone along with her voice. It was exactly the kind of passion that would take over a wife who was anticipating her husband’s return. This was completely out of his expectation. “I’ve been waiting for your arrival since early morning, hoping to surprise you, but I can’t seem to locate you.” Cherry pretended to look around frantically but in actuality, she was trying to remove herself from Queen and Tania’s line of vision.

“It’s getting better, Cherry. It was hard at first, but I’m getting out there again. I’ve actually started dating again.” “That’s good. It’s good you’re getting back out there. Lord knows I wouldn’t know what to do if I were in your shoes.” “It was hard. It is hard, but Kadeer has eased the pain a little,” I said with a slight smile. “Kadeer? Is that your new beau? Tais-toi!” Cherry slapped her knee, telling me to “shut up” in French. Cherry was of Creole descent “Yeah.” I blushed. “We’ve been doing a little something. I don’t know where it’s going, but I like the direction it’s heading in.”

If she will allow, that will not be her will. Without waiting for her reply, I cupped her face and leaned on her. I placed my lips on her forehead pecking her slightly. She blushed and I again pecked on her already turned red cheeks turn by turn. She was blushing like a tomato red. I hugged her and whined in her ear, "I love you so much my blushing Cherry." She chuckled while hearing those three magical words from me. I felt that we were lost and our dreamland was broken by loud applause and cheering.

A couple more blocks. The closer I got to 18th and Morgan, the louder the nightlife became. By the time I reached the bar, I could already hear Cherry’s laughter from the patio. The familiar sound cutting through the mix of conversation and bubbly music. I pushed open the door, the air inside was cooler but thick with bodies. I strutted as elegantly as I could to the small sitting area, where Cherry was flirting with the bartender.

A honey-sweet voice rings out the second I break past the tree line. I don’t bother with a reply. I try to keep walking instead, only for Shawn’s booming voice to stop me dead in my tracks. “Leave her, babe,” he laughs. “You know what a nerd she is. She doesn’t have the guts to leave her granny shell anyway.” The cruel laughter that follows has my fists clenching. That’s it. I’ve had enough. Blood boiling, I turn around slowly. The party is still going strong around us, but the main bonfire circle has settled down. And sitting right in the center, perched smugly on Shawn’s lap, is Cherry.

She deliberately twisted away, saying, “My aunt says a woman should focus on her studies and career. I can’t let a man hold me back.” George hugged her from behind. “That’s fine. I can wait. And when that day comes, I’ll be the one standing behind you, supporting you.” A gust of wind blew, sending cherry blossoms drifting down from the trees in a flurry. With that, Hailey closed her eyes and nodded.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

Allen smiled and said nothing, instead opening the door to his villa and placing a pair of pink slippers in front of her. "Come on in." Cheryl's cheeks reddened, and she thanked him softly before changing into the slippers. The barbecue in front of her looked inviting. She handed him a bottle of homemade fruit wine she had made herself. "I brewed this fruit wine. I hope you like it." Allen accepted it with a smile. "Then I'll have to taste it properly." The sweet wine slid down his throat, and he gave her an appreciative nod. "It's delicious." Cheryl breathed a small sigh of relief.

Then, she appeared out of nowhere. “Vince, there you are. I was looking for you” the annoying high pitched voice of Cherry was stinging my eardrums. I knew she was in love with me. She had even went the extra mile and tried to make herself look like Laura. But, she would never be her. I felt disgusted when she kissed me. It was all an act, for Laura. “Come with me. I need you to meet my friends” Cherry pulled my arm with both hands and giggled like as if I liked her touching me. Knowing her true colours, I could not bear to be close to her.