Icarly Cry Novels & Stories

Gabbie. I did not attend the class in the afternoon. I have no courage to. I just cried at a near karaoke bar, locking myself in one of the cubicles. I texted my friends earlier that I am not feeling well but it's nothing serious so they don't have to worry.

I replied. “You didn’t sound like a lady when you cried,” “What was I supposed to sound like? It’s not like I could control the way I sound when I cried,” “I actually thought it was an elephant trying to give birth until I realized it was you,” “You’re mean, Lucas Anderson,” “You’re a crybaby, Pearl Augustus. Your cries almost deafened me, geez, tell me when next you want to cry so I can disappear from the town. I’m sure the whole school shook when you cried. You’re such a fucking mystery,”

He cries whenever he feels sad and feels better afterward. That was the reason why now, he locked himself in his car and cried harder. His eyes were becoming puffy. After crying his eyes out until he felt better, Marcel drove his car back to the hotel outside the town and slumped on the bed. Just then, his phone rang. “Yes?” He asked as he picked up the call. It was his assistant, Hardy. “Boss,” he cried loudly.”

Screwing my expression to maintain a serious front, I tried to be serious but it failed when Ignacio's eyebrow twitched. Like a broken dam, tears spilt from their ducts in rivers while the laughter continues. The action of slamming the documents and walking out of the room only fueled it. However, it wasn't until I saw his exasperated eye roll that sealed the deal. Curling up on the ground in a drunken state of hilarity, I continued wallowing in the endless pit of insanity.

I yell in frustration while the tears are streaming down. I can't stay here, I have to get out asap I think in my mind, so I get up, mumble a goodbye and run out of the headmaster's office and then out of the college and grab the bus home. I threw my bag into a corner and dropped on my bed and cried uncontrollably. I see my phone flashing with an incoming call from Riley but I'm in no mood to talk to him so I ignored his call and eventually cried myself to sleep.

I said almost breaking down, I rush out not waiting for him to say a word, I could hear his voice behind me "Okay creamy see you." He said before getting up while I made my way to the rest room my very own tears clouding my vision. I didn't even attempt to blink my eyelids to stop the tears I simply let them fall while I walked in the direction of the door slamming it shut before crouching and breaking out in sobs as my heart was torn into shreds by my best friend. I didn't care how long I stayed in there but I did only one thing not caring if anyone else was in the restroom and not caring if it was even the ladies' restroom I cried and I cried some more and I cried like it the only thing I

I turned, trying my best to hold in the tears that I was sure were going to pour out any minute now. "I'm fine Selene. It's just work-related stuff stressing me out." I blinked rapidly in an effort to hold in the tears a little longer. "We'll catch up another time!" Not waiting for her response, I dashed to my car. I turned on the ignition, driving out of there quicker than I'd driven in. It was when Dove Cameron and Khalid's 'We Go Down Together' started randomly playing on the radio that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I slapped the steering wheel with my palm. "Fuck!" I yelled. My eyes got blurry with tears. What's my life turning into?

Lucy said as she sobbed hard. “Mom, if you are going to cry like this, I would not be able to concentrate on my work, so if you can just wipe your tears and use some of your big brains, then we might be able to find a solution.” Rylan said as he stood up from his seat and went to her. He wiped her tears, hugged her, and told her to be patient and calm, even though he was freaking out inside.

"If you're crying because the world is cruel, I'll be the shoulder. But if you're crying because of something I did... then I’ve failed. I don't want that on my record. It will be better you rather kill me instead of crying over me." I swallowed hard, the pen feeling heavy in my hand. "That's er...er...Cillian..." I nodded slowly. " I won't cry." "Please don't." He quipped with a wink, "It breaks my heart when you cry like that. I thought my heart was ripped apart when you had to cry so hard as we came home. Please don't do that to me, I can't..." He almost felt like breaking, I could see that, I stretched out my hand to hold his, "Your turn. What else?" He said trying to brighten up.

His huge frame seemed to take up all the space in my little room and the heat radiating from his shirtless form immediately dissipated the chill seeping in through the open window. “Have you been crying? What’s wrong, darling?” I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hands to remove the tears still leaking out. The last thing I wanted was to let Cary Collins see me cry. I’d prided myself on never shedding a tear in front of any of the triplets growing up and didn’t want to start now. But his careful scrutiny of my puffy, red eyes and stained cheeks told me there’d be no fooling him, even if a small mewl hadn’t escaped.