Comedy Texting Mga Nobela at Kwento

I waited for a moment before texting back. Aww, that sucks! I am sorry you had such a dull, busy day X Thanks, beautiful. I need to go, but I will text you later, and if I can, I will call you. I just wanted to check in X I found that sweet he just wanted to check-in. I smiled to myself and texted him back. OK, looking forward to it. Talk later. Mwah! X Me too, sweetness. Mwah XXX

Currently, two texters are chatting on their messaging apps… Sender 1: Hey, will you still be showing up later? Sender 2: I don’t know. It will be pretty late when this party ends, I’m sure of that! Sender 1: What?! Aren’t they supposed to be just talking about business? Sender 2: Well, it started out that way and now they’re being all chummy and nice. Sender 1: That doesn’t sound good. Should THAT even happen?

With a smaller audience next time? I hit send and squeezed my eyes shut. How was it Lincoln could flirt and express his feelings over text, but not in person? Maybe I should start all conversations with him via text in the future. Tall, Dark & My Boyfriend: If it’s bad, I don’t want to be good. I legit squealed like a preteen girl at a One Direction concert in the restaurant bathroom when I read his reply. Before he could change his mind and go silent on me, I thumbed out a response.

“I got some news also but would be when we meet, run along now, Ms. Budweiser…. (Laughing emoji)” “Have more fun, Gracie, (Kisses emoji)” NK texted. “And Jody, Gracie’s place by evening. Call?” “Call,” I replied, “Call!” Jody texted in her usual excited manner and we all went off.

She did things to him that all the silicone titties in Hollywood didn’t. Speaking of . . . he decided he’d text her, too. You awake? The response was slow in coming. I am. Well, he didn’t get much out of that. Not even a smiley face? You have a good night? He sent back. Sleep well? Yes. I thought about you last night, he sent to her. Jerked off three times. What?? Joke. Oh. Okay, so much for phone flirting. Don’t suppose you want to send me a selfie to make my day better?

“It was quite an accident. Lucian texted my phone… thinking I was someone else.” I smile, trying for a sexy grin. I have little practice in that area, so it probably looks more like I’m constipated. “It was a very enlightening conversation, to say the least.” Far from being angry, Lucian chuckles beside me.

“You’re still using that joke?” “Until she admits she still gets butterflies when he texts,” Jessy said. I shot her a look, but my face betrayed me with heat. “He’s just checking in. It’s… polite.” “Uh-huh.” Jessy leaned closer. “Polite people don’t text at two in the morning asking if you’ve eaten.” Ethan grinned. “She’s got a point.” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “You’re both unbearable.” Jessy laughed triumphantly. “That’s because we’re right.”

Did he send this to five other people too? I pulled my pillow over my face and let out the most dramatic groan known to man. This was stupid. This was nothing. I was making it something because… well… it was Dean. And because he never texted like this. Not me. Not ever. I grabbed my phone again, opened the chat window, and typed: "That's cute." Then I deleted it. I typed: "Miss me already?" Deleted. Too thirsty. I tried: "I’m good. Hope you enjoyed your overpriced oat milk latte."

Freaking doofus. Smirky Douchebook: Wow, for someone so studious I thought you woke up at 5:00 am or something... I swiped through the endless string of texts—sarcasm, jokes, and complaints. Then finally: Smirky Douchebook: I know you place your phone on vibration. So, I'm simply going to keep texting you until you wake up. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly. Perhaps I should just leave him on read and… Brrrrr.

'Dude, you just posted a pic of yourself in sweats, smoking with the biggest fucking smile, so spill! I bark out a laugh at her text. 'Nothing to say, just woke up in a good mood.' I reply with a kiss and a smiley emoji. Let's see if she can guess. A minute passes when I hear a ping. 'Hold it, that's not just a “good mood”, THAT’S FUCKING AFTERGLOW!!! Holy fucking shit balls!! FUCKING FINALLY!!' Her text makes me laugh out loud as I finish my smoke and head back inside to get ready because my 20 minutes are up when another ping chimes.