I Shall Call Him Squishy Novels & Stories

I say, tapping Pan — my plush toy — on his squishy head. “He told me that at the haunted house when my arm started hurting. Said some special girl always rehearsed that when he was down.” “And it actually works?” Kiara asks, eyebrows raised. “Like magic,” I say. Like Mom’s Bolognese. I laugh again and hold up the squishy turtle. “That’s where you got your name, Pan. Damion’s little Peter Pan thingy.” Kiara bursts out laughing. “Bet it’s an impressive thingy … nothing little about that boy.”

Romero, Personal Development instructor and the discipline coordinator of the whole senior high department. Incidentally, Mr. Romero, a bachelor in his mid-30s, is also nicknamed “Squidward” behind his back because his eyes are both bulging and droopy and he has a bulbous, prominent Rumpole nose. It doesn’t help either that he’s always clean-shaven. Mikaela once said in one of their many GCs that if she were him, she would grow a mustache and even a beard to shake off the Squidward vibes. He’s also lanky and wears a limited range of pastel-colored dress shirts without a tie and whose sleeves he never rolls up.

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

The one who gave him the bracelet, he suddenly remembered his words. "I-uhh. So we're not dead?" Eurus asked, his voice laced with fear. Luke shook his head as he replied, "We're not dead, nor alive, Squiggy." Squiggy. His mind was tired of hearing that name over and over again. He just couldn't bear calling him like that. Eurus suddenly reacted with irritation. "D-don't call me squiggy," he said with a low-pitched voice, afraid of what Luke might have reacted.

“No. But you grew up there, right? Don’t you miss it?” He shrugged, pulling his T-shirt off. “Not really. I mean, yeah, I miss some stuff. Like proper fish and chips, and Crunchies, and people talking properly.” I shoved his arm properly. “What’s a Crunchie?” “Honeycomb covered in chocolate. You’ve never heard of a Crunchie?” “You just told me you miss them, so what makes you think I’ve heard of them?” His dark eyes settled on mine, glinting with amusement. “I can tell you’re better. Your mouth is back.” He stepped forward, shirtless, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

“It’s called, fishball, squid ball and, kikiam,” “Are they okay to eat?” I ask. Because kikiam is like dirt, then fishball and squid balls are like small toys. “Yeah, it seems. Wait, I’ll be the first to taste.” I did not speak. Shin poked his stick into the fishball, I looked at his expression, his eyes became round as if he was surprised and saw a ghost. What he followed was the squid ball, as like the earlier reaction he suddenly rounded his eyes and he thumbs up. The last thing he ate was the kikiam, even though Shin looked like enjoying the food, but, I almost wanted to spit all the food I ate just looking at that kikiam because it was really dirty. When Shin ate the kikam, he seemed to

Especially when Disero planted a kiss on Dhaxzy's cheeks that makes the smaller one to become red. "How can you say about that, Mr. Convel?" Anica asks Xzy. " Ah-ahmm. W-Well, h-he is mine. He calls me baby and he is my Icki. But only me can call him that, I am the one who made that nickname humph." Dhaxzy just answered that makes Saicki feel so flutter, it makes Disero blush. "I hope I answer your question." Dhaxzy looks so cute and he is being so himself. Disero thought that Xzy thinks this as a casual conversation so he goes 'humph'

he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face. "Well back to my story, as I land on the floor all the tubs of ink fall on-top of me covering me head to toe in ink" he continues with the story the smile not leaving his lips as he explains "everyone called me inky for the rest of the school year that by the end the name ink just stuck, now everyone knows me as ink" he finishes both of us laughing but a thought came into my head, this could be my way of finding out his name. "I had a friend which was only addressed by her nickname, when someone would address her by her actual name, it felt so weird" I smile making the whole story up hoping my

The shirt sticks to his body and shows the outline of his abs. Smiling widely when an answer pops into my head. I catch his attention and point my hands to my stomach before clenching my fingers into a fist. "Ouch' I think I might want to use the toilet now," I said in a quiet shaky voice. It sounds like I was really in a hurry. I want to move towards the door but he shakes his head vehemently.

I couldn’t tell if he was happy about being called baby, or about getting what he wanted. He suddenly grinned and let out a soft laugh. “Squishy! I want Squishy like your Cocomelon, nanny!” he yelled excitedly. Just like before, people stopped walking and started whispering. But getting him in a better mood was more important than my desire to sink into the floor. Squishy… so that’s why he was staring at the saleswoman’s chest! “S-Sure, I’ll buy you a squishy—baby.” I smiled back, taking his hand as he pointed at my chest again.