I Lived Meme Novels & Stories

It was as if she was illuminating his grey, dull world with brightness and glitter. Being an introvert, he was not disliking living with Diva as much as he thought he would. At least, he did not hate it—he did not hate her. As he was about to enter his bedroom again, his cell phone buzzed with two notifications. The first one was an Instagram notification and another was a text from Vyan. He first checked out what Diva had sent. It was a meme she had sent. It did not make him laugh, but he surely couldn't say that the gesture did not amuse him.

"I want you to go out, make friends, have fun, and for once in your young lives, stop calculating whether we can afford groceries at the end of the week. Just let your old man handle the heavy lifting for a change, alright?" A single tear escaped his eye and rolled into his stubble. He stood up from the worn cushions of the sofa and expanded his arms wide, a massive, ridiculous grin breaking across his face. "Alright, enough of the heavy stuff. Come give your dad a suffocating good-luck hug." We all let out a collective, theatrical groan at his dramatic delivery, but we didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second before throwing ourselves into his embrace. A sudden, violent rattling at my sho

Chapter Two The first time I saw the video, I thought it was a joke. I had been scrolling through my phone while half-asleep, sipping lukewarm coffee from the counter in my kitchen. The timestamp flashed 12:03 a.m., and the title in bold letters caught my eye: Live Now: Lila Monroe. At first, I smirked. Typical Lila. Midnight livestreams, cryptic posts, and dramatic texts were her thing. She thrived on attention. That’s why I called her my best friend, even though sometimes I hated how easily she drew the spotlight away from everyone else.

Outside of him. I even managed to laugh at something on my phone—a meme about houseplants having trust issues. It felt good to laugh, like remembering how to use muscles I’d forgotten I had.

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, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

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Laughing, smiling, talking…even breathing. I came alive with Romeo. Some days, I wished I could be Romeo for the rest of my life. But who am I kidding? I didn't have any life remaining in me. "I know, it is shocking for me to do a Livestream now but I– have to." The comments section was pouring with everything sweet and fluffy, crying emojis and broken hearts and how they were so worried, yada yada. My smile grew wider.

“I just think we should give more contents to people.” “Like posting pictures with cheesy captions?” Jupiter laughed, nodding his head as he gazes back at the road. “That’s right. But we shouldn’t overdo it. And also, turn off your comment section.” I rolled my eyes before fishing out my phone from my bag. “I actually have an I* account but I haven’t use it since forever. I think my last post was from college-” I gulped when I saw the last photo on my feed. Thank goodness I have a very tiny amount of followers and my account was also in private.

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.