Icarly Missy Novels & Stories

I narrate, and she giggles. "Alright, Missy. What are we wearing? "She questions, and I laugh. " I don't know yet. "I confess, and she rushes off to my closet and flings its doors open. I stare down at the invite again, but gag on seeing something. "Ewwwwwww. "I exclaim in disgust and Athena turns around in alarm. "What? What is it? " She questions in concern and I gag dramatically. "Yuck! The party is being held at Amber's father's club! "I exclaim.

Her face looked familiar to someone I used to know back, like way back. "Could you possibly be Tessa from Tennessee?" She rolled her eyes, "Oh, drop the act, Rive. It's you know it's me." I'm not so proud of my next reaction but I couldn't have stopped myself from laughing for all the dollars in the world. I burst out laughing hysterically. Some staff even gave me weird glances, but I couldn't stop. Tessa looked so red and mad and I'm not sorry I didn't feel a little twinge of guilt. Tessa was the ultimate mean girl in high school; she made every single person feel bad about themselves.

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.

‘I could listen to him laughing forever,’ Cassy purrs, and I blush as she practically speaks my thoughts out loud. ‘Shut up, Cassy,’ I scold her, forcing up a smile to take the teacher’s hand. “Hi, I’m Missy. Thank you for having us.”

Darcy character for the likes of me. “Yeah, I’m glad to be here. Missy. I’ve needed to relax. So, what did you want to do tonight exactly?” Missy bites her lips and strolls to me like the answer is obvious, and perhaps to someone else in the room, it would be. But to me. It’s not evident at all! Unless she was being serious that she wanted to have sex tonight.

They all laughed, and Kael's eyes rolled so hard I thought they'd get stuck that way. "I can't handle it," Kael insisted, crossing his arms. "I draw the line at diapers." I shrugged. "You'll get over it. Exposure therapy, right? I'll just start changing diapers in front of you until it doesn't bother you anymore." Missy came out, her face lighting up when she saw us. "I see everyone's in much better spirits. I'm happy you all came." She wrapped me in a quick hug. Cassy darted over to her, waving my phone. "We get a huge pic tomorrow!"

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

But again not to worry, I always go to my best friend’s house Missy Clown to complain about my terrible job. Missy and I have been friends since we were four. I met her in kindergarten. She was the only person I trust outside of home. Her parents call her bare, our class mates used to call her miss clown, but I call her MC. I am not really comfortable with the whole clown thing so I have never called her with her full name. She, just like my mother, supported me to follow my dream, but I didn’t. MC has a younger brother who she claims she hates but I assure you she loves him more than life its self. His name is Noah Clown. He is a bit of trouble maker but is big in heart. Their parents got d

"Chloe I thundered as I got to the scene to see her landing a piercing slap on one of my secretary and dragging the hair of the other. She turned and instantly changed her evil expression to a sweet one as she plastered a fake smile on her face and ran to me trying to hug me. I stepped back making her crash to the door. "Baby" she called rushing back to me and blinking her face filled with make up which irritate me the more. I ignored her and glanced at my secretaries as they both arranged their clothes and hair. "What is going on here Mandy? I asked the secretary she slapped who already had tears on her face.

I needed the cool, sterile environment of spreadsheets and accounts to drown out the memory of Maverick’s hands on my waist at the club. ​"Good morning, Aurora," Missy said, sliding a venti caramel macchiato onto my desk before I had even sat down. She looked tired, likely from the same restless weekend I’d endured. "Are we still doing the... lunch?" ​"I have to," I sighed, taking a long sip of the liquid gold. "If I duck out now, Scarlett wins. She wants me to look like the 'other woman' who is afraid of the fiancée. I won’t give her that satisfaction."