Icarly Cry Novels & Stories

I began to breathe heavily. “I am sorry, I need to leave,” I rushed towards the restroom, I knew Lucas would be watching. I needed him to believe. I stared back at myself in the mirror and smiled, then began to cry softly. “Lucia” I heard Alaric called, I kept crying. “Lucia,” he called as I felt him closer. I pulled away my hair from my face, tears streamed down my face as I laughed loudly. I laughed loudly. Alaric watched, surprised, and shocked. I am guessing he was just seeing the real me.

“Aurora… are you really okay?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat closed up, and before I could stop it, I felt hot tears spilling down my cheeks. I quickly pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes, shaking my head. “I’m sorry,” I whispered hoarsely. “I tried not to cry, Caroline. I swear I tried. But I can’t help it.” Her hand slid over mine, gently pulling my hands away from my face so she could see me. “Hey, don’t apologize,” she said softly. “You don’t ever have to apologize to me for feeling something.”

Just the mere thought of it made me sniffle, but I stopped instantly when Isabella eased back and looked at me. “Why are you crying, Mommy?” She pressed her cheek on mine. “Are you crying because of what Jessy did?” “No, sweetheart.” I blinked the tears away. “I’m crying because of Kelly Clarkson.”

Carolina could not deny that she was deeply hurt by how quickly her father replaced her after he sold her out. Connor came into the room and was surprised to see that Carolina was crying heavily with her head under the pillow. He could see her shoulders shuddering as she cried and was confused as to why she was crying so badly. He knew that helping her get admitted made her very angry but at the same time he felt that she would be happier when she returned from getting some air, "Why then is she in tears instead of being better than she was when she left?" He wondered within himself. Connor walked towards the bed and slowly took the pillow out of her face, Carolina stared at him with teary e

"Um, no you don't." "I found them in the trash like three times." "Maybe those were bad batches-" "Oh my God, Lydia!" I chuckled. "Can you stop defending him? You deserve so much more than that self-conceited asshole." "Exactly." Connor gently nudged her. "You guys are right." She ran a hand down her face. "I can't believe I'm literally crying in the club because of Carlton." Connor and I let out soft laughs. She shook her head, "I should be dancing with that fine looking gentleman that has been staring at me all night."

She stuffed her mouth full of apples and could not help but cry again. She chewed furiously. Then she wiped away her tears with her other hand and turned to look at Zac. "I'm sorry I'm crying again. I'm terrible." In the end, she cried so much that she could not help herself. She did not know what she was crying about either. Was she crying about Uncle Wallace's death, her parent's death, or her life and love? She had no idea, but the tears would not stop. Olivia could not help coughing a few times when her lungs twitched. She finished the apple in two bites and swallowed it with the pain.

“You don't have to cry.” “Cry? I'm not…” my voice trailed off when I realized I was indeed crying. Why was I crying?

My lungs stung like I’d inhaled boiling water. No, no, no. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. This wasn’t happening again. I didn’t even do anything this time. I wasn’t in the wrong place. I wasn’t arguing with Sandra. I wasn’t confessing to Danny. I wasn’t kissing Frank in front of a crowd. I was literally just… walking to class. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced myself to stay calm. I refused to cry in public again. I refused to be Mimi Salvador: The Crybaby Nerd Girl Who Couldn’t Handle Life.

TALIA'S POV I can't stop crying, I let the hot tears fall freely down to my jaw. "It's okay, Talia, crying won't solve the problem." Ivy my friend says. "Why are you telling me to stop crying ivy, everything I've worked for is all gone, Jay hates me now, I've lost him and I don't want to." I reply under my breath. "It's okay Lia." She says stroking my shoulders sympathetically. Sniffing, I stop crying for a while and take a stick of cigarette, I lit it up and puts it in my mouth. I smoke deeply, the thin smoke puffing out through my nose like they are my pain and agony, I'm so depressed and frustrated.

I snapped in a hoarse voice. "Sarah… please look at me…" Troy moved closer. He tried to see my face. "Go away. Don't come near!" I pushed his body away without looking at him. But he seemed to have seen my tear-streaked face. "You're… crying? Why are you crying?" Troy's voice sounded panicked. Caught crying, I grabbed a tissue and wiped my tears. "Sorry for making you cry. Are you thinking about Albert?" he asked, panicked. ‘Oh my gosh! Did he just say I was crying because I was thinking about Albert? But I couldn't tell him I was crying because of what he said earlier.’