Huey Freeman Smile Novels & Stories

Turning around, a bright smile blooms on Smiles's face, happy to see him. "Thought you won't show up" Smiles pout, complaining. "Not for any reason, not when I've found you" he hugs her tightly, not wanting to let go. Smiles was somehow confused by his sudden change but nothing was more important than seeing him. She hugs him back, rubbing his back. "You know I'm not a kid right!" He informs, pulling away and Smiling couldn't help but laugh. She quite remembers she was the one always saying that and it sounds funny hearing it from him.

I remarked playfully. Carter chuckled under his breath and brought me closer to his side. I rested my head on his shoulder. I’d already done worse tonight so there wasn’t much to feel more guilty for. “Damien decided to give the world his anger for what was done to him, I decided to smile, it’s as simple as that.” “No wonder you smile like such a weirdo” I teased. Carter laughed into the dark night. “Is that right?” He raised a brow then gave me the goofiest open toothed smile I had ever seen. I snorted and burst out laughing.

Efrain could tell that Evelin was joyful because her misunderstanding with Layne had been resolved. For some reason, when he saw her smile, he couldn't help but curl up his lips, "You came quite early." Evelin lightly hummed, "Efrain, I thought you seemed quite happy today." Happy? Efrain did not feel any sense of guilt as he looked at Evelin's innocent smile, his thin lips tightly pressed. Jenny said, "Efrain, you looked really handsome tonight! But I remember you didn't smoke." Efrain smiled and said, "I occasionally smoke, not often. Let's go inside."

Aiden chuckled, pointing a chopstick at him. "When did I smile?" Damien denied instantly, his face snapping back into a cold mask. Aiden paused, looking Damien straight in the eyes, and burst out laughing. "I can’t believe it! The great Damien Smith just lied! You totally smiled. It was a 100% genuine smile." "I did no such thing. I was merely… hmmm…" Damien trailed off, looking annoyed that he'd been caught. "Just keep eating; we don’t have all the time in the world," Aiden teased, feeling a strange victory.

He looked up—a man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses was smiling at him from not far away. "Did you call me?" Frederick looked confusedly at him. The man smiled and nodded before waving at Frederick. He seemed arrogant. Although Frederick felt a little uncomfortable, he walked over to the man out of curiosity. "Who are you?" Frederick tried to recall who this man was, but he couldn’t remember. "Don't you remember me? I'm Garry Hampton." Seeing that Frederick still didn’t recognize him, he started speaking. "I'm the one who enjoyed bullying you the most during middle school."

One I hadn’t seen for a while, with a smile on his face. “Black?”

He sneered back. Delton smiled, the one that was not showing whether he was irritated or pleased. He pulled the chair and sat; the files were left on the table. “Then, are you happy to see me? Shouldn’t we celebrate this meeting with a tight and happy hug?” “I would love to see you try,” Hue replied with an irritated feeling, and blue veins popped on his temples. “How does broken one or two ribs sound? That would be a very welcoming hug, isn’t it?” He smiled.

It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do that.” The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.” He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”

It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.” “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”