Keanu Reeves 80s Novels & Stories

In front of everyone, I tore off the veil I had worn eighty-eight times. This time, the relationship was finally over.

He also was waiting for them too to exit and separate from their cars. "I see you've cut your hair." She smiled, recalling the last time they met was during Christmas, months ago. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," Leah giggled. Keanu smirked. He wore black, head to toe, with a plain black baseball cap; he made it look as if they were meeting discreetly. He was 30 now, but Leah could still see his boyish self. He was surprised by the venue and how close it was to the former Ms. Doe's workplace. Keanu could have asked to relocate, but he was intrigued.

All I saw were reasons to run away. Staying home and watching a movie sounded really nice right about now. "Stop looking around like a deer caught in headlights," Archie murmured, leaning down slightly. Just as I was about to grab a drink—because, dear Lord, I needed one—I felt someone’s gaze on me. And when I turned around, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Keanu Reeves. KEANU FREAKING REEVES. Right in front of us. In person. Breathing the same air as me.