Romans & histoires Confessions Of The Funny Fat Friend

“We were reluctant to see you leave back then, but honestly, it’s good you did. Michael acted like a tyrant in class every day because he knew he had Lena to back him up. After you left, he spread rumors about you nonstop, and we couldn’t debunk them fast enough. And that useless Lena acted blind and defended him at every turn—seriously, strangers not knowing is one thing, but after 10 years of friendship with you, she still helped him bully you?” I sighed helplessly and typed. “Maybe Lena already decided in her heart that I wasn’t a good person.” Then I frowned slightly. “I remember Michael didn’t dare go this far before.” My friend seemed to seize the chance to vent his anger and sent phot

Jake, on the other hand, wore his usual happy look, leaning back on the sofa. I couldn't help but notice how relaxed Jake seemed, so out of place, given the gravity of the situation. My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I blurted out, "Does this mean you're a werewolf, too?" Jake's reaction was immediate. He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, the sound filling the room and breaking through the tension like sunlight piercing dark clouds. When his laughter subsided, he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with genuine amusement. "No, sadly, I'm just a boring human," he replied with a wry smile.

I swallowed it hard again and then ‘Boom’ came the sound of the massive fart I'd been holding in for minutes. I looked up at Betty, her nose twitched and her cheeks puffed up, a short sound escaped her lips but she quickly coughed to cover it up, but we both knew she wanted to laugh. “What is funny?” I glared at her. “Nothing, I wasn't laughing or a—hahaha” she lost it immediately and fell to the ground, her body trembling so hard. I glanced at her for a moment before looking away. I was suffering here and all my best friend could do was laugh because I farted, like who doesn't fart?

He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes as he looked at me. “Sorry for taking so long,” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “I know you’ve been waiting for so long. Just wait, I will make sure this will be a night you’ll never forget.” He paced around the room and strutted to the winery. He poured himself a glass of wine and continued pacing around the room, occasionally taking a sip. “I’ve always wanted to try out fat girls, but I’ve never had the chance.” He said dropping the half glass of wine on the table. He slowly removed the towel, letting it drop to the floor, revealing his stark naked body. He approached the bed with a disgusting confidence.

I replied to no body I only saw the blurred image of ferd who was about to attack me but our male colleagues held him back I brushed my hair down "Ouch my head hurts" I chuckled out loudly Laughing Kathy helped me up "Seriously that's disgusting Fatty,if he did not separate you guys, I would throw up,why are you so loose,you clearly you want to get all the way with CEO " She shamed beauty "Shut the fuck up b*tch!!"jessi cuts in

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"

Sunday said smiling. " Yes, that's the thing, " Fasting said, leaning towards the table, " i happen to have this friend who for some reason thinks i value his company more than my hard earned money, i mean it's ridiculous " he continued, with a short laugh as though he meant that as a joke. Sunday knew where this was going, and his demeanor had immediately changed from cheerful to downright serious.

Quilla’s face darkened, and she snapped. “Sophia, having the same name is one thing. Are you saying you also have the same face as the person my friend arrested?” I snorted. “If you’re so sure your friend recognized me, fine. Call him on video. Let’s confront him face-to-face.” My firm tone made Quilla panic for a moment. She immediately played the victim and turned to Cole’s parents. “Mr. Griffin, Mrs. Griffin, she’s a bar girl. Who knows how many men she’s slept with? I’m just worried Cole might catch something from her.

"Hihihi, I'm kidding. I don't like meatballs." They then got into a fun conversation about the types of fatty and non-fat snacks Celine suggested to Kylie. Her fat friend accepted none of the suggestions because she said they were unsuitable for her habit. "Wow. Say goodbye to the slim plan, huh." Celine joked. Fortunately, her friend was the type who didn't take it personally. Any bullying would just laugh it off, Celine thought admiringly. While most girls would be annoyed by teasing about their weight, Kylie had no problem with it. The girl continued to enjoy herself and was as cheerful as ever. Even at work when some friends callously changed her name from Kylie to Giant or something.

Audrey answered with a pout, “at this point I am going to become so fat” Another laugh resonated from Nathan and he had to say sorry even if he was still laughing, “You? Get fat? Bless your delusional heart Nessa. You eat a lot but you don’t get fat, don’t you know that?” The lady beside him rolled her eyes and hummed. “I don’t joke with my food”