I Shall Call Him Squishy Novels & Stories

Quinn eventually asked, leaning forward and poking me in the cheek, "or am I boring Trigger Happy Suzie?" I playfully growled with a roll of my eyes, "I really hate that name. You know the cub started calling me that. You're a bad influence." "Me," Quinn batted her long lashes in a show of innocence, "a bad influence? I think you've got me mixed up with someone else." "I don't think I do," I grumbled, yanking the phone out of her hands so I could see the different flower arrangements she had been looking at, "do you guys even have a date set, or are you just looking through these for the fun of it?"

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

Eli called and I glared at him. "Your anger is starting to get worse," Carter said with a cheeky grin. "You could do with seeing Dr Hayfield." "Shut your mouth, Carter," I said lightheartedly and kicked my shoes off, flicking them up in the air so they hit Oli and Erik who were lying on the floor also playing Xbox. "Oi, I will shove this shoe up your ass if you make me lose, Daisy!" Oli warned and I laughed at his dedicated to video games. He once threw a pizza at Jack when he beat him in Mario Kart.

He explained to the young man. “Yes, sir!” he greeted again. “By the way, why don't you cut your curly hair yet?” Eros grabbed his head and straightened his curly hair. “It was really curly when i was born, sir.” He replied. “Okay, just let it go. Just what i'm reminding you, don't ever forget.” “Yes, sir!” “And by the way, don't call me sir. Maybe someone a villain might hear you.” “Yes, si— what do you want me to call you?”

My brows arched as I stared at him. Seeing that my grip on him had loosened, he swiftly pulled his hand out of my grip and turned on his heels. He was going to walk out, but instinctively, I gripped him again, and this time, I didn't hesitate to lean forward and kiss him deeply on his lips. He instantly held my shoulders and pulled me away from himself. His eyes filled with yearning just like mine. “What are you doing, Squishy?” He finally said the name, his breaths heavy and ragged.

It was obvious how smitten he was. “ What's squishy? Did you just describe her…” Michael gasped. “ Get your head out of the gutter,” he spanked him at the back of his head. “ Ouch! I was just saying!” He defended himself. “ I meant that her cheeks are squishy. She's chubby,” he finally clarified. “ Since when were you into chubby girls?” Mikey doubted him at this moment. “ I agree with him on this one,” I was indeed shocked to hear him say he was with a chubby girl.

"Nothing. It just feels so good that I can call you by your name again ^__^" "Stupid."

Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

“Look, I don't have any problems with you calling me nicknames like, Daddy white, fresh papa, daddy yo, yo Dada, sweet pa... and blah blah blah, not some dumb name that sounds like puppy and pop corn” “come on Dad” “No, I said no!” I replied bluntly “What’s that cube in your hand? give it to me” “It’s a Rubik's cube” Stiles replied feebly “Aerobics cube” “NooOH! It's a Rubik's cube, RuuuBi...Ks, R, U, B, I, K, S.. Rubik's cube” Stiles replied spelling it one after the other. “Ehnn, Over Sabi. Rubik's cube, or whatever you call it, it's non of my business, just give it to me”

I rush towards him, surpassing him. Squirrel! Okay, need to stop. I halt my hind legs, slipping right into the face of a tree. So much for losing my clumsiness. Behind me, I heard a louder rumbling. Shut up… I shake my head, trying to get the dizziness out of my head. Seems like you just can’t stay away from the trees huh. And you wonder why I call you squirrel I walked past him, feeling like a complete idiot. It happens squirrel, your new and not used to your new powers