Friday Night Lights Novels & Stories

he winked at me, and I chuckled lightly. "You are such a dick," I teased and he shrugged casually. "So, what's for Friday night, anything special?" He leaned back in his seat. "Nothing, I just want to catch up with work today," I said and he sneered. "Alpha Blake, work on a Friday, come on, let go to the club, I know some ladies are waiting on us," he said with a smirk and he was right. Apart from Ryan being my best friend, he was my wingman with the ladies and he knew, that Friday nights were what I called 'crazy fuck nights'...

She pushed into her apartment, concern spreading across her at who would be calling at eleven on a Friday night. Rebecca dropped her stuff in the car, turned to lock her front door and then worked to dig through her briefcase to locate the buzzing phone. She’d missed the call by then, but Jason’s name appeared on the screen a few seconds later. Sighing softly, she dropped the phone on the couch and moved through the house, turning on lights as she went. She had watched far too many scary movies as a kid not to turn on the lights in a dark house. Freddy was as alive and well now as he was in the 90’s, as far as she was concerned.

The kitchen lights were turned off and Anna made her way out of the kitchen into the sitting room and turned off the lights, too. It was twilight and the city lights were starting to be visible. Anna smiled and walked to the window, a smile on her face. This was her favorite part of the evenings. The city lights at night look like stringed neon lights, the sound of car honks and music from bars and clubs. Teenagers filled the street and talked in excited tones, the artistic ones pulling attention each time they danced or propped up a violin and played or strummed guitars, attracting the attention of pedestrians.

Of course, I had the alcohol to blame. “Urghh!” I groaned, but I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. I gripped my head and stood beside the fridge. I felt everything, the chill seeping from the fridge, the aroma of eggs in the air, the way Jo was humming in a cut-and-join rhythm. “Last night was a night to remember,” I murmured, still holding my head. Dinner wasn’t the end of the night. We’d gone dancing at Lights and Dark, the bar known for its Dance Floor Fridays, and we’d been right there in the middle of one.

Shemika "As the year wraps up, I hope you all haven't forgotten about end-of-year bash! A night where it's all about fun!" He paused and the entire house screamed happily. I was a bit confused because I was unsure what he was talking about. This is my first December in the house so I've no idea what they usually do during this period, but with the way everybody is responding to the announcement, it seems like it's something very interesting and fun. Sinner cleared his throat, then he continued, "Wet Nights Outing Friday is just around the corner, I hope you all are ready as fuck!" Sinner exclaimed, his voice was extremely loud, choking on excitement.

Sam glanced at Wendy. Wendy looked at Asher and reluctantly said, "Nyctalopia (night blindness)." She'd memorized the word before coming to America, just in case she needed to explain herself. But admitting this vulnerability felt like exposing a weakness. "This light's smart—it turns on when it senses movement and dims when you leave. No manual switching needed."

~Jessica's POV~ The bass thumped through the walls of the off-campus house, vibrating up my legs as Anna and I pushed through the crowded front door. It was one of those typical Friday nights in the city...neon lights flickering from the street outside, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and weed.

“The big two-zero. The last time I saw you, you were just a child, Faith. Now you’re entering a whole new decade as the person who saved our world.” “We need to throw a massive party,” Leo said, his eyes lighting up. “I can program a light show with my technopath skills! We can invite the whole North pack, the students from the Academy, everyone!” Faith blushed slightly, shaking her head with a smile. “Leo, please, no giant light shows. I just want something simple.” After dinner, the stars came out, painting the night sky over the North mountains in deep shades of blue and silver.

Pamela and Cameron were also friends; we all attended the same high school. “Forget about that idiot, you know what ? There's a nightclub that opened a few weeks ago. Let's go there together; you will forget about that idiot in no time, I promise”. I don't feel like goi ng to clubs but I am surely in the mood to drink, so nightclub here I come.

At the Sweethearts' Light Festival, I head to Truelove Bridge to film vlog footage for my wedding next month. But through the camera's viewfinder, I spot my younger sister, Mona Jensen. Standing right beside her is my fiance, Weston Shaw—who is supposed to be working overtime at the office tonight. As Mona browses a vendor's stall, the strap of her bag slips off her shoulder. Weston catches it almost on instinct and casually slings it over his own shoulder. The glittery, sequined bag, covered in plush charms, looks absurdly out of place against his tailored dark gray suit. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Yet, the bag remains on his shoulder. People stream past them down the crowded stree