It's Not Like That Novels & Stories

Not anymore. “Not like that?” He scoffed. “Tell me what it's like. Was the photos photoshopped? I doubt. You would have stormed off in anger if that was the case. Your reaction alone showed this was right.”

“No?” He shook his head. “We are friends who like sleeping with each other.” “Is there a difference?” “Yes. Since we’re friends, it means I can care about you without you questioning why. It also means I can like you.” “Wait,” she started, uncrossing her arms and taking a seat on the bed. “You keep throwing this ‘like' word around all the time. What do you mean by that?” “It means that, if you were looking for a relationship, I would gladly get into one with you.”

I pointed to the sign hanging on the hotdog stand and the nearby convenience store. It said, "Cash only." "Miss, wait for me. I'll be right back." I watched Charles walk away and sighed, reflecting on the joys of youth. Despite being just a year older than him, I had ended up in my current miserable situation. "Miss, isn't he handsome? He doesn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to consider him??" one of Charles' classmates said, mistakenly thinking that my prolonged gaze at Charles’ back was due to a strong interest in him.

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.

"What are you talking about?" "What if your so-called best friend is our problem here?" He presses. "Hmm? What then?" She's quick, much too quick, to shake her head. "He's not." "But what if he is?" "He's not," she continues. "Luka isn't... he's not like that, okay? He's not a problem-"

“But right now, it’s not passing.” “You’re overthinking it.” “I’ve tried not to.” “And?” “And it didn’t work.” Silence settles between us. I don’t know what to say to that. “It’s not a breakup,” he adds after a moment. “I’m not ending anything.” “Then what are you doing?” “Taking a step back.” “That’s the same thing.” “It’s not.” “It feels like it is.” “It doesn’t have to.” I let out a breath, dragging my hand over my face.

And that’s what makes it feel like this— like something steady. Like something real. Like something that doesn’t need to be tested to prove it’s going to last.

Prolog Clara I was once told;every season has a reason , nothing lasts forever ,the sun always follows the rain, and if things don't work out the way you want them to... They will work out the way the universe intended . If what I just said was true; why the hell am I in pain every time I go to sleep? Not physically though but emotionally.

A towel was wrapped around his waist, droplets of water trailing down from his damp hair along the lines of his abdomen. "Gabe? What are you doing here?" Carrie frowned. Gabe hesitated for a moment. Outside the window, thunder rumbled at just the right moment. He spoke casually, "What? We used to sleep in the same bed when we were kids. Is that not allowed anymore?" Already irritated because of Cole, Carrie felt nothing at all looking at him. "Stop joking. We were kids then. Now, we're adults. Go on, get out." Gabe put on a concerned expression.

I forced out each word, “It wasn’t me.” He snorted, clearly not believing a word. “I get that you want to protect Mila, but why do you have to drag me into it? Why did you admit on camera that it was me last night? How am I supposed to live that down or ever get married after this?” Maybe I was shouting so hard it shook James for a second, because for once, his tone softened. “Summer, don’t be scared. I’ll protect you for the rest of your life. “As long as you stop making trouble, you can always be my sister. I’ll always look after you. You don’t need to get married. You just need to be a good girl and stay as my sister.