Friends Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

It’s indeed very powerful. What I’m going to do next will be a key point, because even though Gia’s pictures have given me more information than what I expected, if I see any of those in Prince I*******m then I’m totally done. I gulp and click the link. I swear that I’m not breathing as I’m scrolling through his pictures. Chill, Cheska. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. I need oxygen to live. Not so much information is visible on Prince profile. He doesn’t post frequently, and there are only a bunch of pictures showing objects such as motorcycles, other automotive and landscapes. Some photos of him with his football buddies celebrating the game are the only exceptions.

The next thing she knew she was on his timeline. His profile picture was still the same. It was a close-up of him and her lying on the grass of The Bowl. Their pictures were still there, too, in particular those that had been taken in a coffee shop when she was tutoring him on Statistics and English; a clutter of books and notebooks on their table. The thing that bothered her though was a brief, semi-cryptic status posted only yesterday: | Time 4 change |

"My phone’s always connected to the internet. I didn't get it. Did you send it to someone else by mistake?" "Seriously? Hold on, let me check." Pearlie quickly hung up the phone and opened her WhatsApp to check. When she took a closer look, she realized that she had indeed sent it to someone else by mistake. It turned out that she accidentally sent Ella's photo to Fiona, only because Fiona had the same profile picture as Mindy.

I needed to warn him. I found my profile. I studied it and was absurdly pleased that the photo was a flattering one of me. I am not sure where I was, but it was a close up and I looked amused by something. I had some eye crinkles from laughter and my hair was cut shorter than what it was right now, telling me this photo was probably a few months old. I flipped it over to see the information that they had provided. They had me listed as a businessman, the owner of Borderline Lumber and Construction. It listed places I frequent and the times that I’m usually there. I smiled. Looks like I was going to change things up this week. I closed the file and put my profile on top. I wanted her

She sent me a message with only her name, "Tiffany Larson." I didn't think much of it. People often reached out through Facebook for art commissions, so I made a note of her name and moved on. That was until I noticed that Zachary also had a "Tiffany Larson" in his friend list. It was probably a burner account—the profile picture was different from the one saved in Zachary's phone under the name "Tiffany", and the username didn't match either. Profile pictures can be faked, and usernames can be changed, but photos can't lie.

“He can’t find anything. He even uses the help of others but they can’t find anything else about me out there. I am hoping—” “To ask my Mom. I surely will,” I say as I accept his invitation, only to see there is no post there and I seem to be… his only friend. It’s a private account. He doesn’t even have his face on the profile. Just the picture of a rabbit, and I giggle. Then a post pops up. And it is a picture of me busy on my phone, while I was accepting him. He took a photo of me and it’s his first post.

"That's not true Chike. You were never a facade or even a rebound. God knows I was already falling in love with you." " Yeah right! Since you are going to keep denying it, let me tell you this. I saw your pictures with her, not Cool at all" ' I told you she's my friend, friends take pictures with each other." "That's not all, how about the messages you sent to yourselves? " "There is nothing wrong with friends sending each other messages to check up on themselves." "Same person you happen to see everyday? Okay why don't you tell me why you had to send her pictures of you in different sexy lingeries, asking her to choose the best? Do friends also do that?"

He didn't even get the numbers of female colleagues who already had families, much less female colleagues who were single. Morgan looked through the list. It really was just males. "Phillip, David, Jasper, George, Nathaniel …" Their profile pictures were all scenic landscapes. Morgan's mind was put at ease.

After coming up with countless wrong profiles, I tried to abbreviate his name differently, and still nothing. I was almost giving up when an idea popped into my mind. I clearly remembered the said boyfriend's name from his file. I typed in the search bar and the second profile was his. He is quite famous among his peers. Luckily, the Spencer kid had tagged Liam in most of his posts. I don't know what I was expecting, but this is not it. Most of the pictures on his account were nature portraits. He only had three pictures of himself, and I did a screenshot of each. In my defense, they were not posted closely, and I was struggling to scroll up and down comparing them.

That’s how it should be. Preparing the lies, as they say!!! We also took lots of pictures as evidence to back up our story and to answer any questions about how we met. He even made a FaceApp account for me that had our photos. Even on his personal account, our pictures were there—on his profile picture, on his latest posts with captions like, ‘the best feeling with the best girl.’ Of course, my friend requests exploded. Some good, some bad. I expected it. One post showed us hugging on a boat, grinning from ear to ear. I remember that day. We weren’t fighting much anymore—just one look and we already knew what each other meant.