Foolish Age Novels & Stories

he barked a laugh, and his brothers joined in. “No, you buffoons, I’m one hundred and forty-nine; when I hit one hundred and fifty, I will be of age, don’t be a bunch of idiots; I thought better of you, don’t let me down”, I scolded, but my cheeks still blazed. “Sorry,” they all said together. “What do we need to do,” Aiden asked, all seriousness back in his voice.

How can I even know if I am making a mistake if he keeps everything from me? "It was fifty years ago," he finally confessed, yet it sounds ridiculous. "You and I were—" he began to tell his story, but I couldn't help myself from interrupting him. "Fifty years? I am only twenty-eight—no, I am only thirty-one now! You really mistook me for someone else! Wait, both of us aren't born yet!" I exclaimed. I don't know Winston's exact age because their records are not publicly shown outside their territory; they usually use fake ages too when they make transactions outside. Based on Winston's appearance, I guess his age is around my age too.

Their real age was 16, they weren't even old enough to be alone in college. - We tried to eat the maid, but she ran away. – The boy said, the one they learned was Malcom. They are inconsequential. - Serious? - I asked. - Of course! She is over fifty years old. – The boy stopped talking. - But you'll know... all of a sudden, crazy people like you – She typed. Then came several comments simulating laughter, with several emojis and laughing comments, they mocked his supposed girlfriend who would accept anything. - We are crazy?

Her brow was frowned in confusion and her mouth slightly open. I don't understand why he care so much about my age, it's not a big deal if he’s just studying math, is it? “I-I have sixteen” I confessed. “What? Sixteen?” He asked suspiciously. I nodded, “Aren’t you eighteen?” He inquired. ” Or more than that?” I deny with my head in response. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” I speak with bitterness. “Why should I joke about my age?” I said confusedly in my tone of voice.

Noah pokes me in the back of the head. “Well… The rumors make him sound like he’s been around the battlefield block a time or two. Plus, Hazel will just turn 18, so that’s a pretty significant age gap,” I say annoyed as I cross my arms in frustration at being called names. “And I’m not a muttonhead, you single-brain cell monkey.”

“Sir… isn’t that risky? What if I lose my life? I’m still young, not old enough for something like that…” He tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Huh? And what does that mean?” “Sir, I’m just 19,” I admitted, biting my lip. He scoffed, stepping back with a chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “19? Who the fuck even employs an underage in my company? Why do you look older? I thought you were like 24 or something.” “No… not at all, sir.”

Sophie is the poster child for judgment… why the fuck did she get to know? “You know how you can be,” she tilts her head, expecting me to agree. “No, I don’t know,” I cross my arms. “Remember the last guy I told you about?” “The elderly man with 10 kids and a wife?!” “He was 33, separated from the wife, and he only had 2 kids,” she says flatly. Is that any better? “That sounds exactly like what I said…” She rolls her eyes, “Just admit that you’re ageist.”

“Shh! I’m trying to tell you something.” He stifled more of his chuckles. “I do apologise Miss Jones, please continue.” “Thank you. What is funny, I mean the thing that’s funny is…here I am, older than you, and there you are, younger than me, and yet I am pissed, and you are not.” She laid it out in such a way that made her comment sound like the mystery of the century. Playing along, Josh made a thoughtful noise. “Mmm, yes. It’s almost as if age has nothing to do with how drunk you can yet.”

“Hmm, looks like it's been almost six years. Since I graduated from college, I worked at the Osborne Co. Why?” “It's been that long? How old are you, by the way?” “29 this year.” "Lie." "What do you mean by lie? Do you think I'm older? Am I looking older than my age is?” “No, I mean. You look young to be a 29 years old lady.” “Oh my. What age should I be then?” "Hmm, twenty four?" "Hah! Hahahahahahah. Oh my oh my. You're smooth, huh? That's a typical lie of a man. Good to hear, but bad to believe." She shakes her head while holding back her laughter.

I just tried not to imagine her out of it. "wanna hop in.." I shook my head as an idea hit me and started to walk away slowly, "I was told never to get in a car with a stranger.. So I'm sorry I can't." I heard her gasp, "are you for real? How old are we? 98?" I stopped walking and turned to look at her shocked. Did she just say 98? The 98 I thought about earlier? Is this number the first thought when someone wanted to insult someone else with age.