Everywhere I Go I See His Face Memes Novels & Stories

He lift his head up and that’s when I saw his fucky face. My eyes narrowed when I saw his chiseled pale face, foxy cognac eyes, pointed nose and thin pinkish lips. His hood is still on his head that’s why I can’t have a glimpse of his eyebrows and hair. Why does it seem like I just saw this guy in our class? Yes someone was sitting at the end but I didn’t notice. Maybe I just didn’t pay attention but… I just really saw this man. I removed the thought from the brain. “Why would I make it all up, mister ?!”

I swear, he really freaked me out! I was thankful to see that he didn't move an inch from his position a while ago. I continue what I've been doing and I really need to bite my lip to control my laughter. Well, he look like the old man from the movie "UP", who was that again? Oh well, never mind. I took a picture of him and upload it to face book. After a minute or so, my phone buzzed and I picked it up to see a comment from Kathy. --"Nice pic! lol "

“Yes, I’m here I can hear you” I hear laughing, “Emma tilt the screen toward your face”. I see his face on the screen in real time! “That’s more like it, hey beautiful”. What is this sorcery I think to myself. He can sense my confusion. “It’s called facetime because you can see my face”.

A loud laugh broke out of my mouth. My eyes followed him; confusion clouded my mind. What was so funny that made him double over in laughter? Every time his head came up and he saw my face, the intensity of his laugh increased. “What's funny?” I whined, stomping my feet on the ground. “Yo… you…” He replied between laughter. “Did… yo… you see… your… face?” My confusion grew as I touched my face, still not getting what he meant. “What's on my face?”

I need to face the real. He is smiling when I snap out of my daze. His gaze his fixed on my face no where else and I do the same so my curiosity will not get the best when I stare at his cream boxers and wonder his length or start blushing at the bulge in the there. The normal one tho. I smile back too " Why are you every where? "

“Check out this guy’s side profile —Ethan Prescott.” I leaned in closer, squinting at the image. There was something about his features that seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place it. Still, it was strange that I seemed to find him familiar, considering the fact that I suffered from face blindness, or prosopagnosia. It was a condition that made it difficult for me to recognize faces, even those of people I’ve met countless times. Yet, something about his expression—perhaps the way he carried himself or the emotions in his eyes—seemed to reach out to me.

Doll face! As soon as I read this term, a series of blurred memories came rushing to my head. I saw a man wearing a mask, him pulling a gun and scaring away a bunch of goons, him asking me if I was alright, picking me up and throwing me on his shoulder. I also remember seeing a hint of his face and his voice saying, “So you still remember my voice.” I felt goosebumps surface all over my body. Was… was the person I met yesterday really him?

He looked at me as if something was funny. "W-What?" I asked, my brow furrowed. Is there something on my face? Do I have eye boogers?! "Why are you laughing? Is something funny?" I asked repeatedly. "There's something on your face," he commented, pointing to my face. I wasted no time and touched my face with my fingers. There, I felt things stuck to me. I took one of the things stuck to my face and examined it closely. They were small, round stickers with emojis.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

Pain exploded in my face. I crumbled to the ground the second his knuckles landed. But instead of fighting back, I laughed. I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. “I deserve it!” I cackled like a madman. “I fucking deserve it!” I wasn’t just a random man on the street. I had a following—over 500k on I*******m. Enough to be recognized. Enough to draw eyes. On any given day, at least one out of twenty people I passed would recognize me.