Novel & Cerita Loser Fruit Feet

Fruto looked outside and stared at the gloomy weather thinking hard about life and the shoes he’s wearing. It was quite old– the shoes, not his life. And his feet started aching just from the first five minutes of wearing it. He let out a small sigh before sneaking his fingers on the sole and pulling it down. He’ll just step on it like he does on slippers. Anyway, he’s wearing white and clean socks. The pants he’d put on does not help, though. He had been looking absolutely ridiculous. His new uniform barely fits him. Everything was too short and tight.

Nico playfully smiled. "Gay." Lazarus mumbled. "As if you're not." Nico fired back, with him biting his lower lip. And trust me he looked hot and devilish. I sighed and gazed at my battered feet. They looked worse from before. The blood droplets oozed out of cuts that I had recently got from walking on the hard floor. Small blisters had covered almost all of the sole of my feet, some of them even popped open leaving my inner skin bare to the ground while my toes ached from the reddish blue bruises.

My fingers twitched on its own as I imagined what that hair might feel like. I shut the thought down immediately but the way Maya was doing a little bounce on her feet as she hugged my grandmother made my eyes traveled from her hair to her waist, to her legs. I hated that my mind pulled up the image of how her legs had looked under that short gown at the club, smooth and lean. How it rid up in the car, I enjoyed the view. I could imagine myself spreading her legs apart, trailing my fingers over her heat and rubbing on her little bud before slipping one or two fingers into her—

We hardly lasted three days when we met, and this is no different. “I have the wine in the fridge if you don’t mind getting it. I just really need to get out of these boots. My feet are killing me.” She says and I can just imagine that her feet are in pain with those heels on the boots. It might e sexy as fuck, but I can’t imagine that it is comfortable at all.

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

I said as I found the article I read not long ago about the lasting damage to your feet from wearing heels. Lexi took it, and read through it quickly than handed it to her mom to read. I watched each of their faces as they read. They looked kind of shocked. Norm tried to argue with me again, but stopped when Lexi’s mom handed him my phone to read the article. I shrugged, and put on the black flats, and tied them around my ankles. They were cute, but something was missing. I got up, and walked in them a bit. They were the right size, and comfortable. I still felt something was missing though. Susan must have seen my look because she walked over to me holding a plastic box. “Those can be modif

“I said salsa, not a tropical storm, perra!” Something crashed. I didn’t look and I didn’t care. A loud bang came from the playroom. I sighed. “If you break that shelf again, breakfast for the next week will be water and rice!” “Argh... MAMII!” Ash’s voice cracked with frustration. “I DON’T WANT THESE SHOES! MY FEET ARE STUCK! WHY DO SHOES HAVE DEAD ENDS?!” “Because you shoved two socks on one foot, buddy,” Zane said calmly somewhere nearby.

I tell him, “So I am going to head back. “ “Yes, yes. Sure. “ “I will see you around. “ I tell him and turn to leave. “Hey, Lilan, “ he calls after me, “Thanks. You are an awesome friend. And a nice costume tonight, by the way. “ “Yeah.” I mutter and walk away. The shoes I am wearing are super uncomfortable so I take them off and continue barefoot. The ground is super cold, and I step on a few small pebbles. I notice my fishnets are torn and I groan. “Fuck any of it, “ I say out loud. I feel like crying, but awesome friends don’t cry, right?

She was still fatigued, her skin was sticky; her hair was moist with perspiration; and her feet hurt like hell. With a groan, she wriggled out of her PJ trousers and knotted her cardigan around her waist, resigned to sacrificing more of them. It would expose some of her legs, but at least her feet would be protected. She took off roughly a foot from either side, then another smaller piece off the longer leg, and reattached them with her teeth. Her lips curled in a sardonic grin. At least my pants are even now.

His eyelashes were flickering, and tears crept out of the corners of his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Everything's just so wonderful. I'm so glad to have you by my side." He ran barefoot across the sand with his arms wide open. As the wind blew, he called out, "Jeanette!" He turned around to look at me. "I'm here."