Novel & Cerita Lonely Freddy

A man worked on the computers and two cops chilled on the other side. “Wassup, Wady?” Arthur yelped. Wade winced. “The van ain’t soundproof, you moron!” Whispered Freddie and punched Arthur on the arm. “Ouch!” Arthur screamed even louder. Freddie put his hand on his mouth. Arthur licked it. “Eww! What are you, five?” Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face.

We were in a dark corner, and the place was almost empty, so our conversation was private. Ill think of something. I sipped at the beer Id ordered but hadnt touched yet. Liz had called the minute I sat down and dropped the latest bomb on me. Im sure you will, Freddy said softly. You heading over tonight? I knew what he meant. Elmos. Yeah, hopefully Ill find something to take my mind off my troubles. Im starting to get lonesome. What are the girls like in Kansas? Freddy asked and tipped his empty glass at the bartender for another.

All I felt was exhaustion. On a sunny weekend, I sat alone in the yard, looking at the camellias I'd carefully nursed back to health. New buds were already beginning to show. I made myself a cup of coffee and picked up a book to read. The sunlight fell on me, warm and gentle. There was never a moocher trying to steal someone else's home. It was nothing more than a greedy man and a woman blinded by ambition, together staging a farce that ended in their own humiliation.

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the chaos.” Freddy grinned. “We’re not chaos. We’re fun.” “You’re dangerous,” I teased, ruffling his hair. “You will do big things one day.” He puffed out his chest like a mini alpha. “One day.” Ayla did tell me about Freddy wanted to practice his magic, and I was on her side, anything that would make him happy was alright. He was born with an angelic heart and that was all that mattered. Ayla just shook her head, amused. “You created this monster.”

“Why? Did you also like Celine’s mom?” “No!” Fredd declined, waving both of his hands mid-air. “Freea is my best friend! How can I like my best friend? It’s like asking me to kiss my brother’s butt. And I only loved your mother than time.” “So why are you blaming yourself?” Fredd heaved a sigh and answered, “It because I made her hesitate. I was so against the idea of her marrying the three leaders. Freea hesitated because I begged her to consider. Basically, I stalled the time before the catastrophe happened. And what is the ending? She died. Her husband died. Harvhey was fed up with loneliness. Kloper’s life went on mess. And Groid, he was left alone. All because I stopped Freea.”

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

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He paused and sighed before continuing, “As you get older, finding a companion who’d spend the day with you gets harder.” Usually, Warren would spend a lot of time with an old friend of his, but even he had a piano shop to look after, so Warren often found himself in unpleasant solitude whenever he felt unwell and lonely. It was times like these that Chris Ford became useful again. “What’s so strange about me being here?” he asked. “I’m your son, after all! It’s only natural that I’d be spending time with you!” Chris acted differently when he was with Warren than when he was with Weston. He almost seemed like a petulant child.

I make a goofy face and smacks my belly. "Your fat ass would be swayed by the cheese." "You son of a biscuit!!" I wail as Chey pinches my belly. I curl up in my sest like a bug, knees covering my offended stomach. "Leave my rolls alone. Damn it. You made me drop my fry!" "I'm sorry! That was a really crunchy looking one too. I really am evil." "I can't look at it, it just makes me sad. I don't know ehy, but the crisper ones that are super curly are the best ones."