Conan Gray Memes Novels & Stories

There was something exquisite about the contrast between the blackened nails and the graceful extension of his fingers. Mr. Conan, Tyler's grandfather, kicked off. "I would like to start this by saying something about myself. I, amongst many things, am a straightforward man. So, I will remain in character as I address everyone here." He took a drink of water, clearing his throat. "I mean this with every bit of seriousness when I say, we are all fucked."

The fool startles me. “Stop doing that Conan, ugh,” I grumble, “anyway, do you think Cain and Cyan are... you know a thing?” “They are, but they don’t know they are so obvious,” he chuckles, “don’t tell them you know, it is fun watching them like this.” Of course, Conan would say that he had always seemed like a prankster, so I am not surprised. He really is extra hot up close, like his beautiful brown eyes are so mythical, like something out of this world. He does have kissable lips; they are so moist and look super soft.

Connor greets me with a grin, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. "Wow, hi, Con," I say, leaning away slightly. My phone vibrates in my jeans pocket at the same second. I have a strong feeling I know who it is. When Connor finally lets me go, I take a quick peek. -Mr. Grumpy: Bored to death kink. Does that count? He has sent me a picture of a meeting. There is a laptop in the way, but around it, multiple people sit around a big, round table. Multiple files and empty coffee cups are scattered on the table.

he chuckles. “You and me both,” I laugh. “This whole Grey thing is insane. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this crazy dream soon. I feel like I'm living inside of a movie,” he snorts. “Yeah, I'm still waiting to wake up too,” I say and Theo pokes me in the side with a scowl making me squeal, Theo’s scowl turns into delighted interest. He's just discovered how ticklish I am, shit. “Coner, I have to go but you can text me whenever. I'll see you in a few days,”

this time was not one of those and he cleared his throat so Connor could look up and see how displeased he was. ‘I know you're going to kill me but I just saw your ex girlfriend and another man kissing in a car right outside this building'. Connor said followed by a painful grunt. Grayson laughed for a moment waiting for the cue for his best friend to reveal the prank but Connor wasn't amused in any way and his smile faded in the blink of an eye, ‘You're not serious are you??'. ‘Sadly I am.... remember the guy she told you to not worry about? Marty Robbins?'. Connor responded.

I joked. “A condom.” He said and burst out in laughter. The ladies had their own convo, and had their eyes on us. “They let guys with babies do that?” Emma asked, looking at Gray and avoiding my eyes. “Well, that'd be bad PR.” He laughed. “Chase, is there something you wanna tell us?” Gray looked at me, still smiling, “or Emma, is that your way of keeping his penis to yourself?” He asked her, Emma blushed. “You're so uncouth.” I muttered.

Meme and Travis’ mouths drop open and Jonny chuckles into my neck. “Yeah, okay!”, says Meme. “Large popcorn, lots of salt, and don’t be stingy with the butter, Tray. Also, sparkling water for Lala and two cokes, so she and her boy toy won’t need to drink mine after they’ve just had their mouths on each other. Oh, and a box of Snow Caps”. “That’s it Meme?”, asks Travis. “You know she’s loaded, right”? “Yeah”, barks Meme. “And that’s what’s wrong with you! Ring us up gold digger”!

Conan called out from the other side of the door. “Oh shit I forgot!!” I yelled as I ran to the door to have it opened. I exhaled as I held on to the doorknob pulling it open. “Gracious goddess!!” Conan yelled on entering. “Don't tell me you just got off the bed” he said with his hand to his waist as he had on his tracksuit as well, making me feel like a serious member. “Really?!!” “Is that what we are doing now?” I said making teasing faces.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

He curled forward in agony as another wave of guilt hit him. “Damn it… damn it!” Grey walked up to him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. His grin was playful, but there was a softness behind it, a reminder that he was still a friend despite the teasing. “Enough of that, bud,” he said. “Pulling your hair out and crying like that will not bring Cassandra back. Get up already. Fix yourself. You look like you got mauled by a pack of aggressive gays.” Even in such a serious moment, Grey still managed to joke.