Episode Interactive Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Smiling, flashing me one of his rare smiles. "I'm just glad you talked to me about all this." He says again. "Okay that's enough wallowing to last me a whole year." I say smiling. "Let's eat and watch my favorite show Atypical," I say to Noah as I pass him a bag of cheap sand press play. We seat in silence with his arm around me and watch.

*drooling emoji* A few seconds later, another message came through. UNKNOWN: You don't believe me, do you? Fine. I'll show you. Three pictures appeared beneath it. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I opened the first one. Kai was lying against Sebastian's bare chest, grinning at the camera like a fucking hyena. The second one was of Kai's neck and upper chest covered in fresh love bites. The third picture made my stomach drop. It was taken from behind.

Just like ripping a bandaid, The intercom announces the show is back on. The host makes her way to the seat and as soon as the bell rings she shouts in front of the camera welcoming the audience for the second half. This time she wasn't rude nor mean; while asking the questions, she still sounded impolite but that's what I expect from her anyways, When she asked me if I'm willing to settle my relation with Nicole? that was the cue for the video footage, I paused and waited for the video to play on the screen and in about three seconds the screen behind me went black then some uncut scenes that I specially chose from the video played in the background.

I suddenly heard a footsteps near me. "Hello? Is someone inside?" That was a man's voice. "Yes,sir! I'm locked!" I saw the knob moving. Oh thanks God! I thought I'm going to die here. I was so scared,I remembered that one episode from Shake Rattle and Roll! "Miss, can you move away from the door? I'm going to kick this, you might get hurt," The voice from the other side said. I moved away from the door. "Okay, as I count of 3. I will kick this so don't get close!"

Later when Abed and I are in the living room, tucked into his side, his arms slung around me, an afghan covering our legs, and the bowl of salted popcorn still warm from when he made it earlier, on our legs our eyes on the screen in front of us. We had gone back and forth a bit, about choosing what we wanted to watch, he wanted something with me in it, and I wanted something he directed, finally we compromised and started a series that had nothing to do with either of us.

I'm Aiden, a background character in a melodrama novel. When the arrogant scholarship student, Brock, transferred into our school and cursed the four most powerful families as a cancer on society, I was studying. While the four heiresses dragged Brock through endless love-hate drama, I kept grinding away. That was until the midterm exams, when I snatched first place away from him. The Holdsworth heiress locked me in a dark storage room, saying she'd keep me there for three days to teach me a lesson. So I calmly dialed an encrypted number on my phone. After all, it's a trashy melodrama. Who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, the entire school was surrounded by a fleet of