Chris Farley Novels & Stories

Once he's gone, Cally smiles apologetically at us all. "I'm sorry about that, as you can see we don't get on. Please excuse us." She stands up and Zac follows her swiftly from the room. The rest of us look at one another, then at Cain for an explanation. "Darius is on his way over to watch a film." Is all he says and it's not until hours later that I finally get to be alone with my friends to dissect everything that's happened. "It's not a dream, we're all here." Emery laughs at my suggestion which makes it worse. I've been going along with the weirdness under that assumption but even I have to admit, I should have woken up by now.

I opened my eyes to see Lea and Hailey laughing. “Don’t get up without holding that blanket tight. We don’t want to see your pickles, boss.” “What the..what was that fucking smell?” “Oh I farted on you, Chris.” Hailey said, laughing again. "You wouldn't wake up. We got scared that you'd died or something." she chuckled. “The fuck, Hail. What are you guys doing here?” I groaned and laid my head back down, squinting my eyes, trying hard to stop the room from spinning.

“Preparing for a wedding takes time. So many things to do. Trust me.” I look curiously at him. “Sounds like you know a lot about weddings.” He finishes his food to the last portion, then wipes his mouth, but doesn’t respond. “Well?” I prompt. “Laynie, Chris had a wife… Once.” Arianna bites her bottom lip, and Chris shoots her a don’t you dare look. I gape at them. Mom is surprised, too. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mom inquires. “Chris?” Chris hurls a sigh. “You all know her, actually. Felicity.”

Chris feigned a pitiful expression as he answered Henry before turning to Addison “No” “You didn’t???” Addison’s eyes widened in shock before they were filled with admiration “Who could come up with something so ingenious?? I have to worship this god of retribution….ha….ha…. it was so refreshing to see the memes…. Ha….ha…ha…” Addison bend over hugging his stomach. He couldn’t stop laughing, the memes were too hilarious. He wondered if Daniel would ever be able to recuperate the courage to face the business world again. “Your god of retribution is next door doing his 1000 push up punishment. Would you like to join him?” Chris hooked his eyebrows teasingly.

Finally, a like caught everyone’s attention. At 2 a.m., Chris Millen liked Helma’s page. Chris was one of the best artists in the entertainment industry. He entered the industry at the age of thirteen and started winning major awards at the age of fifteen. He was a towering presence in the entertainment industry. With his credibility and influence, several celebrities who were friends with Chris followed his lead and liked Helma’s page too. Their actions were akin to taking sides. Immediately after that, Fred posted the video of him and Neve talking about the termination of their contract.

They were his parents and of course it would sting like a bitch every time he thinks of how they wanted nothing to do with him. "Hey, cheer up you motherfucker." I gave his cheek a light tap. "You look so fucking ugly with that face." "Right? What the fuck is. . ." Dean mimicked the sad look on Chris' face. "What the fuck is that? That's not Chris." Chris let out a low laugh. "Exactly, that's Chris." I said, nudging his shoulder. "Chris is full of laughter, and joy, and smiles. " Dean continued, "And is funny and a good person."

He said sarcastically " Yeah, wonderful. So what are you planning to do for her?" Chris winked at me Oh so great... They made me sit down to let them have their share of entertainment " Ah sir, I actually uhm don't have any plans right now." " No problem, I can help you if you want." Chris said, cracking a smug smile, " Don't listen to him, every girl he had dated left him haha." Fred said mockingly I didn't mean to but a chuckle left my mouth accidently

he said, clearly enjoying himself. "Haha, guys, stop. We’re going to be late," Abigail interjected, stepping between us like the world’s most cheerful referee. We turned to her. She was grinning from ear to ear, radiating confidence and energy. Extrovert level: off the charts. Friendly, outgoing, sunshine wrapped in human form. Honestly, why are we friends again? Chris is a model. Not joking. Tall, rich, perfect jawline—the whole package. If he weren’t gay, I might’ve considered asking him out once. But, nope, he’s more girly than me anyway, so problem solved.

I snap lightly. I have been friends with Chris since college. When we were young and insane. Over the years I like to think I have mellowed down but Chris is still on about that life. He claims to be a playboy for life. He is forty two and the idiot still keeps late nights, goes to wild parties with models and cocaine like he was still a college sophomore.