He's About To Do Something Stupid Novels & Stories

He turned to me, leaned on the countertop and folded his arms over his chest, continued to observe the cooking process. - You will not give up on what you have planned? The voice that broke the silence sounded very harsh. - Not. is a short but firm answer. Your stupidity will destroy you. - Stupidity? - What do you think it's called? - Already said. In two steps, he was next to me. He grabbed his hand and tugged at him. She barely managed to stay on her feet and not collide with him.

as if he can't believe what I just said. "What? Are you expecting me to wait for you until you make up your mind? Do you actually think that I'll wait for you until you finally realized that you wanted to keep me?". I sarcastically asked him. "I ....." he stuttered. He let out a deep sigh before he continued speaking "I look stupid, don't I?". "No, you don't look stupid but you are stupid". I told him without hesitation. "Maybe l am. But I would rather be stupid and keep you safe than put your life at risk". he said before looking at me with too much love and passion.

“Then… ah that's right, you didn't just suddenly become stupid, right? For today, before you die, I will love you for being my good son for so many years. I gave you an injection to make your nervous system atrophy. You're supposed to be vegetative but somehow turned into an idiot. No matter how much he suffered to get where he is today, every second is now the end. Just trying to be patient, she will pay the price this time. Seeing her indistinguishable madness, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

He dismissed my concerns like they were nothing and that prompted me even into doing something more crazy that I would not be proud of but I still held my cool. If he wanted to be stupid I was not going to give him the opportunity to do that. "On no account are we going to do anything that's going to implicate us as much as we have already gotten into trouble so if you don't mind I think that the best shots that we have a super 10 like this never happened and then we can work towards it and forget about the craziness that people on the blogs want to portray. I would rather walk through coal than to ever believe anything that comes out of your mouth again because if you left me the first time

"That’s all I’ve been doing all damn day! While watching you bleed on Merrin’s table for what feels like the fiftieth time this year." I put his hand on my chest, on top of the bandage, over the place where the bullet went in. "It’s already closing. You're allowed to be scared, baby, you're not allowed to be stupid." "You stepped in front of a rifle." "Yes." "You'll do it again." "Every time." "Then don't tell me about stupid." That's fair. I don't have a valid counter argument. We’re stupid for each other. It’s a fact and he knows it.

, I reassure him. “Damn right I will…you are such an idiot, Raul. I told you not to drink. Look what happens when you do. How could you let her see me? How could you be so stupid* He mutters. “I know; I’m sorry, buddy”, I reply, knowing he’s right; I am an idiot, I cannot deny it!

“What are you going to say?” His eyes were dark with regret—but not for me. “The truth. That I can’t do this anymore. That the whole thing was a mistake. I’ll make it about me. That I’m messed up, I need to focus on school, whatever. I’ll let her down easy.” He didn’t wait for my response. He just threw off the covers and headed for the door, grabbing the dropped towel from the floor on the way. He wrapped it around his waist, looked at me one last time, and slipped out.

"And I expect an answer.” I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen, pulled myself together as much as I could manage, then admitted the truth. “Yes. What I did was stupid, but—” “But nothing.” He cut in, his voice still that same terrifyingly calm tone. “That is all. You acted stupid. And you know what kind of person does stupid things?” His eyes found mine, held them. “A stupid person.” “That’s enough times that you’ve called me stupid.” My mouth started to run before I could stop it, anger flaring hot and immediate. “You had better—”

Is he spitting nonesense like always or is what he’s saying actually true? “I’ve always know you to be a fool.” He says out of the blue. “I mean, judging by the things you do, you always seem pretty foolish.” I clench my jaw. “But this…” He pauses, taking another sip from his hot chocolate which is probably cold now. “This is on another level.” He taps the cup repeatedly, bringing his face closer to mine. “It’s another level of stupidity.” He says, enabling me to smell his minty breath. “Go fix your mess boy, you’ve got work to do.” He tells me and heads back to his chair.

This dumb idiot! "Because I made up the story," I croaked out, "how could you be so stupid as to believed singing like that?" I asked angrily. As if insulting him wasn't enough, I spat at him at him, and even though the spittle didn't hit where I wanted it to, it still managed to grace his left foot where I watched it slowly dissolve into nothingness. Oh God, I am stupid. So stupid. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't even have spat at him- because somehow I feel like an alarm just ticked off, and his cool demeanor turned into a psychotic beast in the blink of an eye.