Just Us 2 Novels & Stories

Please be negative. It had been several minutes since I took the test and yet, I still couldn’t bear to bring myself to look at the result. I just graduated from university and just started settling at work. I am barely managing to keep myself alive, let alone eat proper meals everyday. How could I possibly handle anything more?

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

Alice said finally, her tone even. Grandma Janet’s face lit up. “Wonderful! I’ll be expecting that video soon. And remember, make it romantic. None of this stiff, posed nonsense.” Kelvin forced a smile. “Of course, Grandma. You’ll have it by tomorrow.” “Good. Now, enjoy your evening, both of you. I love you both so much.” Grandma Janet gave them a pointed look before the screen went dark. As soon as the call ended, Kelvin dropped the phone onto the table and ran a hand through his hair. “Romantic video? Seriously?”

He said, "No matter when it happened, It happened and I will take care of Us baby. You, Me, and our unborn baby. I am ready to take on whatever life throws Us, my love." He kissed me and I smiled and said It's Us against the world, my love. Book 2 is Titled Forever Us

His voice was calm, low — almost teasing, but there was something gentle there too. Jarred cleared his throat dramatically. “Hello? I’m still here. A little respect, please. I’ll have the same, thank you very much.” I rolled my eyes and stood up, hiding a smile. At the counter, I ordered everything — two mango juices, two slices of blueberry cheesecake, a white chocolate macchiato, and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, half for here, half to go. When I returned, they both looked at me expectantly. “Where’s the food?” Jarred asked immediately.

We were having cookies with our TV viewing and it was going to be awesome. I was settling in when I got a message on my phone fron my bank, I had just received twenty dollars and the description read For Dan, savings for the year. "What?" I blinked in uttermost confusion.

She exclaimed. “Do not worry,” Patricia loved her brother’s strategy. “They do it a lot in movies.” Hailey frowned. She dipped her hands into her pocket and took out a dollar. At least a dollar was like gold to the 9 year olds. “I will tell mum to stop making you watch TV,” Hailey threatened as she slipped it in their hands. “A dollar is too small,” Patrick frowned. “I agree with Patrick. A dollar can’t buy anything great these days,” Patricia folded her arms. Hailey was completely speechless.

ANNA POV. Days later. The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came. Jace stood and opened it. Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.

How I could have spent so long wondering if we’d ever have this chance, and now it was ours, quiet and simple and real. Taylor waved at us from across the gym, nudging a friend to come dance, and I shook my head, laughing under my breath. Tonight wasn’t about the rest of the world. It wasn’t about apologies or past mistakes or the chaos we’d carried with us like extra skin. It was about this, this quiet moment where the music faded into a background hum, where the lights sparkled but didn’t blind, where his hand in mine told me more than I’d dared hope for.

"Us, what do you mean?, I thought-" "The fake us." I tell him. "The bet, our relationship, your friends are talking we need to come towards a compromise." "Oh." His voice filters to my ears disbelief. embedded in such a simple sound. "I thought you didn't want anything else to do with me." "And let everything go to waste, something has got to work out." I tell him. "Where do we meet?" He says simply his tone suddenly cold and somewhat business like. "I'm by the Park, the first spot we met." I tell him.