Contact Name For Your Crush Novels & Stories

I sat at the edge of the bed and my Dad sat on the chair at my study table and it was quiet for a while. "Dad I would like to ask you something but don't get me wrong. It's about my friend. I would like to help her out because she feels frustrated."I took a nervous breath. My Dad looked at me with raised eyebrows and nodded at my words. "What would you do if you had a crush on someone but the person has never noticed you? I mean the person has eyes for other people but not you?"I Finally spoke out the words that have been stuck in my throat for way too long.

He told me while looking deep into my eyes. "Well, I've always liked you. I mean I'm here talking to my crush." I blushed. "but I knew it would just be a crush, you're Cole Michaels." "And you're Bella Green." He smiled. "You're my crush." I blushed at those words. "I'm surprised you know my name." I said sheepishly. "I pay attention to what I like. how about you go on a date with me?" "I would like to go on a date with you, and thank you."

Then, a lady with a messy bun sitting next to me poked me. “What?!” I was startled. “She's talking to you.” She whispered, her beautiful brown eyes staring right into my soul. “Right!” I groaned, still ogling at her. I had just developed a crush on her! “Your name?” She whispered back, raising her eyebrows. Right. They were, or rather the psychologist was going to pretend she didn't know my name. Old ass trick. Once again. “George.” I mumbled, finally breaking the gaze with my new crush.

I left the bed so I wouldn't wake her up with the call. I moved close to the door to pick the call. I just hope its not Davis. I’m not in the mood for business, I just want to be with my wife… "Hello?" I said lowly on the phone. “Hello, Damian,” The caller said. It was a female's voice. “Yeah, who's this?” I asked, caressing my forehead. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any obsessed fan girl. “Damian, it's me; its Susan.”

While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends. I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn't arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead. Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird. "No way," I whispered to myself. Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn't replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn't tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago.

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

I needed a bath, some sleep, and maybe a brain reset. My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Zuki glanced down lazily, then her eyes narrowed. “Who is Sugar Crush?” My heart tripped. The name “Sugar Crush” glowed on the screen. I snatched the phone so fast I almost hit the horn. “No one.” “Your ‘no one’ is calling.” I swallowed and, without thinking, slid my fingers through my hair, fluffing it a little. I straightened my glasses. My back suddenly felt too stiff so I sat up straighter.

Don’t be jealous! Gedie: It’s up to you! But remember, he’s mine! I laughed because of Gedie’s answer. This is her ultimate crush. When someone having a crush on him, Gedie gets mad easily. I tap the confirm button and we’re now friends. I don’t see him often in school during my Grade 9 days. I see him sometimes with Gedie but I don’t give a damn. Who is he? A Hollywood Artist??? After responding to his friend request, I closed my phone and continue eating. TO BE CONTINUED...

“I have loved you ever since the Fresher’s party that year, watching you get down from the motorcycle that day and stroll into the party, you captured my heart without even knowing it. I have always watched you, done what you’ve done, go where you go, I know you might consider it stalking but I was truly intrigued by you. It was coincidental that you were my aunt’s stepson. When I found out that you were her son, I was elated. I could be closer to my crush. I did everything I could to make you notice me but you didn’t. It seemed like you were not even interested in learning my name. I remember you calling me different names whenever we met at your house. From Trisha, Salmon, Daniella and Ros

A wide smile crept up on my face. Rodney Shaw was all i have, although, I only get to meet him in my dreams and most times, I talk to his pictures whenever i am depressed. But I was still glad that I am fortunate to see him in my dreams, some ladies might even be praying to be in my shoes. I didn't quite fancy cute guys or something, but I guess there's something that got me connected to Rodney. For Crush sake! I've been crushing on this guy since I was little and I never for once met him. Pathetic, right?