Funny Relationships Memes Novels & Stories

Or at least, that’s what I hope to be. As I’m unloading the van, I hear faint cries of pleasure from a woman from one of the units upstairs. I chuckle to myself, how fun it is to be young and free, something I haven’t experienced for almost a decade. To be honest, I haven’t even had sex in more than a year, and the passionate sounds of fucking was a bit of a turn on. I imagine myself going out after work with my single coworkers and bringing girls back to my fun apartment with brick walls, like the insanely hot guys from the movies. Okay, fine, maybe I’m no Liam Hemsworth.

Jim recounts amusing anecdotes from work, and I share the humorous escapades of my day, creating a tapestry of shared joy. "Remember that time we got lost during our road trip?" Jim chuckles, his eyes glinting with nostalgia. "Oh, how could I forget?" I laugh, the memory resurfacing vividly. "We were convinced the GPS had a mind of its own." Our shared laughter becomes a celebration of the ordinary, a reminder that the beauty of our connection lies in the simplicity of these moments. The conversation seamlessly transitions to more profound subjects – our hopes for the future, the challenges we've overcome, and the unwavering support that defines our partnership.

And dad seemed like he wanted to intervene but thought better about it. “What? Did I say something funny?” “You actually kinda did... what makes you think you and I are friends?” she smiled... well it was more of a smirk... a devious mocking smirk, “Other than the fact that you and I share the same father... we are not, in anyway, related! No friendly connection, nada! And you don't get to act like we're pals, understand?” “Max___”

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

I texted “Roman and Anna looked serious in their relationship.” After a minute, I got the reply. “Maybe. Leave about them. How's my lovely aunt?” “Everyone is fine... what do you think about love?” I finally texted. “Oh Stella! Love, relationships and commitments are waste of time. They tie our hands.” He sent the reply with laughing emoji.

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

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“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

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.

“Come on, you just got heart broken, you've got to let them know you're not sulking go out, have fun, flirt even have some good sex with some randy that's the best way to get over that douchebag quicker you won't be thinking about him but about the wonderful sex you had” “Jesus Christ Mira, I'm not in the mood to get under a random stranger I just got out of a relationship” “Boohoo you're no fun, cone on babe pleassseee, pretty pleaseee” “What will I even wear I don't think I have club material in here” “Oh leave that to me I found some things when we were cleaning up” “Alright fine I will go out but I'm not getting my pussy fucked by some random dick” “Okay fine we will go with that”