Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

An exhaustive sigh leaves his brother's lips. “On Saturday night, at the fraternity party, at The Moon,” he patiently organizes, “Freck, Aly and I had planned to go to the party to celebrate passing our courses, we danced, we enjoyed ourselves. “We had fun, but… Aly was acting strange.” "In what sense?" Edrien inquires. “It's true, she was very paranoid,” Freck seconds, intervening, “she received phone calls from unknown numbers, more than once she pushed a boy thinking he would hurt him. She was like this for a week.”

Neon signs glowed above restaurants, clubs, and hotels, while people moved from place to place with the carefree confidence of those who owed no one an explanation. No wonder Anita loved it. "Please don't add me to any madness tonight," I said when we got to our room, collapsing onto the bed. "What?!" Anita shrieked. "We just got here. Tonight is the festival." "You can go ahead. I'm tired, and I need to do a few work calls, and—" "You have an obsession with your work. I should file a complaint to my dad, and maybe your mom too, about how you always find an excuse not to have fun."

Chapter Thirty-Three: Alli – Friday Night Ghost Alli’s POV The old jukebox wheezed out a dusty country ballad as someone hollered for a shot of Jack, and Alli slammed the drawer shut behind the bar with more force than necessary. It was Friday night. Her first night back at the bar since him. And she felt like a goddamn ghost in her own body.

I should get laid tonight to get my mind off things. The sounds of my room door bolting off, jolts me out of my thoughts. Who the fuck enters a room without knocking “Oh thank God! Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” A female stands by the door, clasping her hands together like she was praying? I run my eyes up and down her figure, and although the room was dark, her silhouette did justice to the right figure. I still need to get laid tonight. I guess she would have to do. “I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me”

It sounds wild when we go to a party every Friday, but trust it doesn't always like that. I'm ready and now I'm waiting for Franki to pick me up. I've promised myself that I'm not going to get drunk tonight, I have plans for tomorrow. I don't want to ruin my Saturday morning by waking up late with blurry vision. After a while, my phone suddenly rings and I can see Franki's face popped on my phone screen. I picked it up and she said that she is already outside. I turn the tv off then walk into the lobby, "Get in bitch!" Franki shout at me and it makes me laugh.

We always have the same arguments when the Graycorts sleepover. We almost always end up with Mel Brooks movies on the first night with renting new releases on the other nights. Then there’s what to have on the pizzas. I like veggie pizzas, but all the Graycorts insist on having a meat lover’s supreme. We usually get both with a Hawaian for Mallory and Dad. The five of us were in the living room watching Young Frankenstein when Mina began to look a little uncomfortable. Her face was scrunched in pain. Almost at the same time, Kamron and Kimea inhaled and looked at her.

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

The bass from the main floor was vibrating right through the soles of my shoes, a steady, rhythmic thumping that didn't stop. It was a low, constant shake that made the small glass bottles on my makeup table rattle against each other. It was Friday night, the biggest event of the entire month, and the club was completely packed from the front entry doors to the VIP balconies upstairs. I could hear the roar of the crowd even from the deep back dressing rooms, a loud, mixing sound of laughter, shouting, and clinking glasses. Any other night, that sound would have given me a rush of excitement, making my blood pump fast before a show, but tonight it just made me feel entirely cold.

Security was heavier than usual, it was Rock n' Roll night, not the usual Chippendale show. The best bands in the city were going to perform rock music all night, the crowds were different. They were rock music enthusiasts, body surfers, misfits, people with piercings on their faces, tattoos, maw-hawk haircuts, in 1998, they were punks. Charlie persuaded Brad to take her there for the special Friday night show after their Night Film rendezvous, she didn't want to go back to her apartment and sulk over Tommy incident the night before. She had been avoiding his calls and didn't reply to his texts.

Frankie and I got up and hugged her immediately I knew no one could be that strong "even my friends don't want to be friends with me anyone, I guess am really a freak now" "Hey, we are am freaks, Frankie too, I mean she hangs out with just freaks which makes her a freak as well" "Thanks guys" she cleans her tears "Hey, want to do some karaoke, and make some people's ear bleed" "Yup" she gets up "With our facial mask on?" Frankie asked