Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

Days went, months rolled, and years flipped, leading me up to this moment. Nobody ever bothered to let me remember how terrible Mondays are. I woke up five minutes earlier than the alarm that I've set, which to me is unexpectedly a first in five years. I only just started working a few days ago, and yet I still keep forgetting the lingering fact that I'm already a working adult. I opted to take a cold shower today since my hangover is starting to kick me in the butt. It always feels refreshing to let out the cold water touch my skin and replenish the moisture it had lost from drinking booze and partying all fucking night.

Mondays were hell. The kind of dull that pressed into your skull and made everything taste like paper, even the coffee. My screen was filled with numbers I didn’t care about, emails I didn’t want to read, and that goddamn flickering light above the copy machine hadn’t stopped since last week. I was deep in a spreadsheet I’d been fake-staring at for ten minutes when my phone buzzed against my thigh. Unknown number. You still want me in your bed tonight, Daddy?

I knew that it would help me and doubts if I could hear from him. It was a Monday and how I hated Mondays. The mere thought of it weakened me and to top it all, it was noon at work. I couldn't think straight, the day was extremely busy and I could barely get a moment to rest. This job was going to be the end of me, I just knew it.

It was another boring afternoon session. My day ended in school with a blink of an eye and I was utterly tired, I mean who wouldn’t hate Mondays right? If there’s someone who does not hate Monday then he is pretty much not a normal person for sure. MILO'S POV I was busy in my notebook with this unfinished lyric that I have written a few days ago. I sat in the dressing room while the others were getting their hair done by Lou. I grabbed my pen and stared at the scribbled words I have written on my page:

Fucking jackass. God, and this is just day one.

~LALA~ As expected, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Meme is jumping on me first thing in the morning! “Bitch, get up”, she whines. “Really, Meme”, I squeal as she straddles me. “Ugh”, she groans. “How does Spin put up with your ass”? “There is nothing wrong with being a night owl. Maybe I should look into running a business that primarily operates at night”, I told her.

Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -