It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

We stood like that for a while, wrapped in quiet, holding onto something neither of us wanted to lose again. About an hour later in the kitchen, we were barefoot, side by side, making grilled cheese like two awkward teenagers after a first kiss. Grace had raided my fridge, laughed at my pretentious selection of cheeses, and insisted that if we were doing this, it had to be real. “None of this imported truffle nonsense,” she said, wiggling a slice of cheddar. “You want to win a woman’s heart? You do it with basic, reliable, artery clogging American cheese.”

Chloe_awesome_scott You cheated today. The_real_prince_charming WHAT?! YOU CHEATED! Chloe_awesome_scott I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF AND YOU USED IT AGAINST ME. The_real_prince_charming I HELPED YOU, YOU DUMMY! Chloe_awesome_scott IT'S GUMMY, NOT DUMMY! The_real_prince_charming ... OKAY, THEN, YOU GUMMY! Chloe_awesome_scott YOU GUMMY! WHAT WAS THAT YOU PULLED TODAY?!

Apparently, today made the cut. I plopped everything on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. “Okay, Depressing or chaos?” “Chaos,” Macey said instantly. “Put on something terrible so we can yell at it.” I smirked. That, I could do. I queued up this cheesy dating show with way too much glitter, fake eyelashes, and egos big enough to be their own cast members. For a while, it was perfect. Stupid. Loud. Comforting. Macey kept pausing the show to make dramatic gasps and roast the contestants. Liam’s quiet commentary from the corner had me howling. And me? I just let myself laugh. Really laugh. Like I hadn’t in what felt like forever.

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It settled hard in her stomach, almost making her sick. It’s been a long time since she had a drink. Eva tried to hide the disgust on her face and put the drink back down. Cullen took a noticeably larger sip than she did and placed his drink down as well. “So are you going to tell me who you were looking for?” His face lit up and he smirked. “You.” Captain Cheesy was making this so boring. Eva thought dumb lines like that were only for social media and poking fun with friends. She didn't know people actually tried to use them.

Matt complained bitterly as he paced around. “You mean your Aunt?” Agnes words were sarcastic, she brought her gaze to her nails which she was currently filing. She was on his desk, with one leg over the other. “What?” Matt asked slightly confused. “You addressed your Aunt as a 'bitchy wife'.” “This isn't the time to be a cunt, Agnes. We are on the losing side here. And fuck her, I don't care about who or what she is. She has turned our company into a zoo by bringing those four legged creatures into our building..”

“Lopez sends his condolences. He said he's got this guy who just dropped in from California. A real tough one, he says. He's looking for a job. If you wouldn't mind seeing him. He would make him available tomorrow.” “I'm getting out of the game soon, Cain,” he said, watching Cain's reaction intently from the corner of his eye. “Why should I need a tough one?” Cain picked up the half bottle of whiskey on the table. “Whiskey?” He waved the bottle at Rico. “No,” Rico declined. Taking out his cigarette case, he selected one and lit it. Cain poured whiskey generously into his glass and took a sip. “I don't have to tell you, Rico, the last hours are always fatal.”

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

"Zoe Braun." At that moment, I almost laughed out loud. I finally understood the saying that when people were speechless at a situation, they would end up laughing in exasperation. How stupid did Leon think I was to come up with such a clumsy, perfunctory excuse? To think he actually brought the side piece he was cheating on me with into our home. At the same time, I felt a bit envious of this kind of impulsive, go-with-the-flow relationship that young people had. It was obvious that after their ten days together, Zoe couldn't let go. So, she followed him here with all her things. Youth, indeed.

Short, sweet and to the point. Like fate was speaking to her, a modern remake of Elton John's "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" began playing over the bar's stereo system. Chrissie hummed along with the familiar tune. Below the two words she'd written, she absentmindedly jotted down some of the lyrics. "...It's sad, so sad...It's a sad, sad situation...and it's getting more and more absurd...it's sad, so sad...why can't we talk it over...oh, it seems to me...that sorry seems to be the hardest word..."