How I Met Your Mother Crazy Eyes Novels & Stories

for a few seconds I see red ,my vision blurs from the anger rising inside of me. I move so close to my mother calm as I look at her beautiful blue eyes " Mother if you ever call my son a mutt again ,you not going to like my reaction I am not sure if you will survive it ,we wouldn't want you to have an accident on those grand stair case now ,would we " her eyes widen.

It was a simple enough question. He looked at her with his hazel eyes and leaned forward. She did the same. Her eyes were only a shade darker than his. It was the first thing her mother noticed when they first met. "He has your eyes," she mentioned. "It's almost as if you were meant to be!" "I am," he answered, and she instantly relaxed. She was anxious and her anxiety was causing her to overreact. Everything was fine. Why wouldn't it be? "Would you like to see the backyard?"

I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, drowning in embarrassment. Ashley was laughing so hard that I had to just listen to it for a minute until she calmed down enough to talk to me. “He’s giving me the stink eye,” she said, repeating my mother’s words, bursting into another fit of giggles. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Why did I have to have such a crazy mother?

Her mother asked, as sarcastic as ever. “Mother please, I am serious. I refuse to spend another moment in his presence,” she said and her mother did the oddest thing. The older lady smiled, it was not one of those smiles that were a farce. It was a knowing smile, like she saw something that Kristen didn’t it. Kristen did not like the smile, not one bit. “This is not funny Mother. Please talk to Dad, I know it’s important but I can’t do it. Maybe if it were the younger Tremont, then I would be more inclined,” Kristen said, smiling at the thought of Tommy.

” Kayley ~”Girl you are fucking crazy. Kayley ~”Can I have her on my crew baby?” Jackson ~”Yes baby you can.” It is getting hilarious now watching the two dumb asses getting drunk. Not that we are any better, in fact we are worse. Kayley ~”Matt say that again.” Matthew ~”Drunk I am think I am.’ Jackson ~”You are a fucking tonsil.” Drake ~”Tonsils are in your mouth.” Jackson ~”And your mouth is out of fucking order.”

When the waiters brought out buckets of instant noodles, the entire room fell silent. Every guest froze. Then, the whispers started. Their expressions turned strange, eyes full of disdain. My mother-in-law, Nancy Tucker, looked like she had just swallowed poison. As for me, I acted like nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and cheerfully waved to everyone to start eating. "What are you all waiting for? Go on, eat. Don't tell me none of these flavors suit your taste," I said.

The idea of not seeing my baby’s face as they’re brought out of me sent a wave of sadness through me. For that reason, I reconsidered my option. “You can assess my eyes,” I said and walked over to the couch. She came to meet me there and I heard her set down some equipment. Liam was still in the room, but awfully quiet. He watched as the woman told me to widen my eyes to the highest level and pried around it with something I didn’t know. “Have you perhaps seen anything since that accident? Maybe for one second, your eyes worked.” “No. Except for dreams and nightmares, they never worked normally.”

Mom cried out to the heavens, her voice echoing through the rainy night. At that moment, her mind completely broke. Her eyes became hollow and vacant as she muttered words no one could understand. Mom had gone completely insane. She spent her days clutching my old photos, curled up in the corner of her room, mumbling to herself. One moment, she'd sob heart-wrenchingly at the photo. "Stasia, I was wrong. Please come back…" The next moment, she'd suddenly laugh, her eyes empty and lost. "My daughter is such a good girl. Mommy will make you something delicious…"

My Father. Closing my eyes, I shook my head quickly and turned back to the TV. Amanda had that reaction when she first saw me. But Beta Jack didn't seem to mind my eyes. Once the woman was done singing, I sat back on the sofa and turned towards Cameron. He raised an eyebrow and offered an innocent smile, "Eyes are brown?" I asked and pointed at my eyes. The question didn't sound right, and I knew I had messed up, but Cameron overlooked it as he started to speak.

Thinking about all this, I'm sure if I had a real body, I'd be beating the wolf's teeth out of this pair of dogs right now. My soul trembled with anger. That's when a small, slender hand took hold of my trembling ghost. Looking down, I saw Isla's eyes rimmed with red as she fought back tears. "Mama, does Papa not want me anymore?" At the dinner table, Natalie covered her mouth delicately, bringing us up with false casualness: