Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

He sobbed out, “Nita, don’t worry. I won’t keep bothering you. I only want to say something to you before I leave. “Unlike the others, I never had any parents. After I was born, I didn’t even meet them. I don’t have any relatives or friends. In my whole life, I only had Risa. “Then, you came into my life and brought me home. Although I never said it, I see you and George as my family. “If… If Risa were never there, I think we would have had a different ending. Nita, do you believe in alternate universes? Perhaps in another universe, Risa never came between us. You would be my only salvation, and I would love you as though you were my whole world. “That’s… That’s an ending we could have had…”

I ask him. His forehead crinkles as he looks at me. “I’m thinking a lot of people, Bryntastic. ” “No one I know. ” “You know me. ” My stomach bubbles. “I do. ” We get our drinks and sit at a small table in the corner. There’s a guy on stage with his guitar on his knee, singing. He has a good voice, but not nearly as good as Steve’s. We drink our coffees and listen to the music. After a few songs the guy leaves the stage and a girl with dreadlocks comes on, carrying a guitar and a harmonica.

"Hey Track, I'm Jason, Mancini told me to get with you." His smile was warm and inviting, and you wouldn't know by just looking at him that he was anything more than a college geek into computers. Except most people's ideas of a geek does not look anything as handsome as the kid did, or as built. Most computer nerds didn't go for the gym life, but it was obvious that he did.

*Meadow* "So he said there is nothing supernatural behind all of this? Just a stupid, greedy bunch of humans trying to make the most money out of it? I just can't believe it!" I say with frustration, both of my hands up in the air. "And how did he ended up in that place with them?"

"This doctor is so kind. She even tried to cover for him. He played too rough and got hurt, then made a scene at the hospital. People like him give the community a bad name." "I'm totally convinced now. These two guys are definitely together. They should stop bothering other people." Someone online had posted a video of my blood-stained pants, which only supported Dr. Stevens's story even more. It didn’t matter how much I tried to explain that my hemorrhoids had simply ruptured, as no one would believe me like this. More and more people online sided with Dr. Stevens, while I never responded. Tyler was beside himself with anxiety. He probably thought I was out of options.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

I turned around to be met by a young guy. He was average height, and he had an accent that reminded me of the American country side. He was wearing big tops and baggy pants. "Sorry, but I don't need company, all I need is solitude right now" He didn't say anything, he just walked up to my front, earning my full attention in the process. "You know, we all go through shits and regardless of what you are going through, I need you to understand that you will be fine" I gawked at him, like he had grown another head.

He leaned on the wall, pulled out a smoke, he was just about to lit it when he noticed two birds,they were sort of communicating. The street was littered with all sort of dirt, smelled of strong sewage and animal dump. "The man knows what he wants" a man with shorts that displayed his hairy legs said. He had box that looked almost like a bag and a briefcase. "Look am just saying we've got a huge problem at hand,chief is a serious guy,tough guy,trust me,his gat his hand on them,they don't know it yet" an older guy replied,talking and looking back at Tom who was standing a few feet from them, he was pretending to be only interested in his smoke.

he says, as I scan him over. He’s wearing jeans, actual blue jeans like I’m used to seeing and a black sleeveless muscle tee. He has weird tattoos that I’d be curious to ask about but won’t. He reminds me of a punk you’d see at a roller skating park, someone you wouldn’t take seriously. Probably high all the time, listens to Green Day. Don’t get me wrong I have appreciated his help these last couple of days, and it was obvious he was close to Liam. I’m sure there is quite a story there, Liam isn’t just the friendly neighborhood guy with open arms that’s easy to be around.

On my first day at the villa, the production team hands me a mission card. I read it. "Welcome to 'Where's the Straight Guy?', a reality show where 12 male contestants will be living together for one month. Only one of them is straight, while the others are gay. Every week, two people will be voted out. If the hidden straight guy makes it to the end, he'll win ten million dollars." I'm at a loss for words for a few seconds after I finish reading. Then, I look up at the director. "Your team does know what the words 'male contestant' mean, right?" The director looks me over—my short hair, black hoodie, chest hidden under a sports bra, and my five-foot-nine height—then checks the applicatio