I Do Like Her Novels & Stories

I am relieved that she won't confuse me again. Guess what? After that night at the club, Rov and I started texting each other. Let's just say we kind of clicked. I like her personality; she can be both cool and funny at the same time. You wouldn't think a hot DJ would make me laugh by making corny ass jokes. She makes me laugh most of the time. She makes me feel at ease, even if my heart isn't fluttering for her yet. It's as if she's someone I've known in the past, and I feel safe with her. I think that’s enough for me to say that I like her.

That’s exactly me and her. “D-Do you like it?” she asked. “It sure resembles us” I said. She nodded. “Well, have you eaten?” “Yes” she replied. “I have a doubt” I said. “In that song… am I… that… something sweet?” She thought for some seconds before nodding her head. “Yes” I chuckled. “You are really unbelievable” “Is it a compliment?” she asked. “Do I ever give you a compliment?” “No” “So?” “Okay…” she said. I sighed and continue working.

Oh wait, is she like those blonde annoying chicks in movies who have two stupid followers and do everything in power to put you down because you as hot as her. I closed my eyes and laid back in bed, you know when God was giving people best friends, he decided to give me an idiot.. like sometimes I'd ask myself how I'm friends with her and then I'd get it... I love her with everything in me.. and she's the most idiotic, sweetest, cruel person ever.. "No.. God how I wish it was like that... She's not blonde.. She doesn't have followers but she's smoking hot, way hotter than me and she's a no go zone..." I said the last part more to myself.

"Why don't you go back to her if that's what you want?" My lips twitch. "She's too clingy. I hate clingy girls." She snorts. "So you're admitting that you like me? Like... like, like?" "No." "Noah!" "I don't like you like that. I just... I enjoy spending time with you, Minnie. I really love riling you up and getting under your skin." She kicks her feet. "Yeah, tell me about it." "It turns me on." She starts giggling. "That's so absurd. You're weird."

This girl is bad news, and I think she likes it that way. I like it too. I really do. I finally understand why Nero chases trouble.

I lift an arm to shield me from her notepad. “Thank you? I should thank you for insulting my boyfriend? You are unbelievable.” I can hear the laughter in her voice, and my heart flip-flops in behind my ribs. “But I guess you're right. Something that I like about you is that you're always honest, even when it hurts.” Warmth unfurls like the leaves of one of my plants when the sunshine comes in through the windows of my penthouse through my being. Did she just say she likes me? My heart picks up its sluggish pace.

My girlfriend, Piper Wolfe, and her childhood best friend, Cole Carter, could physically feel each other's pain and sensations—or so she claimed. We were in the middle of a heavy make-out session when she suddenly shoved my shoulders, almost throwing me off the bed, and pulled out her phone to dial Cole. "Cole! It’s ten at night, why are you chugging ice-cold beer? If you don’t care about your stomach, at least think about mine!" Cole’s voice muffled through the speaker. "You don’t get to judge me! Tell your boyfriend to go easy on the kissing. My lips are burning! If you keep this up, I’m just gonna find someone else to kiss!" Piper’s chest heaved. Her voice spiked with panic. "Don't

“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. Look, I don’t do the whole emotional brother-sister pep talk thing. But for what it’s worth, I think you’re a good guy, Andy. You’re just scared.” I didn’t respond because she was right. I was. “But you’re also brave when you want to be,” she added. “So go be brave, idiot.” A pause lingered in the air. “I like her,” I muttered. “What was that?” I rubbed my forehead, feeling the weight of my thoughts. “I like her.” A smile bloomed in Isla’s voice. “There it is.” “Probably for a while now,” I said, more to myself than to her. “I just didn’t realize.” I like Callie.

Every lecture, every book, every scribbled note was a step toward something I’d always wanted to do, help people. “Do you like her?” Lisa asked suddenly. I turned to her, blinking in surprise at the hint of hesitation in her voice. She looked down, her shoulders curling in, as if bracing for the wrong answer. I laughed and slipped an arm around her, giving her a squeeze. “Yes, she’s nice. But she’s like a wall. Polite and distant. Boring.” I pulled back and winked. “And for the record, I like you better.”

It was a kiss that said she belonged to him and her answer as she opened up for him, was that she did. “You’re not a rebound for me,” she whispered when they finally pulled apart. “Am I one for you? Do you like me because I remind you of her?” “I like that you’re bossy and not afraid of me. I like that you already know exactly who I am. You don’t remind me of her, you’re nothing like her. You’re strong and full of light. You woke something up inside of me that first night, and tonight, every time you touched me you just made me want more.”