My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As I Expected Novels & Stories

Nalanie and Aya descended on the boxes, each taking half a pizza to start. “What are we watching?” I asked around a mouthful of the cheesy, spicy goodness. “This.” Nalanie picked up the remote, and the screen glowed to life, showing a movie title I’d never heard of, but the image was of a couple embracing. “Rom-com.” I choked. For real? Recovering, I said, “I thought you two would be more action movie types.” “Hell no,” Aya said. “We deal with that shit in real life. Now finding the perfect guy, that’s a fucking mystery.”

"It's not your fault. You didn't do anything improper." Unfortunately, Jimmy Kimmel was not about to give up on it. Instead, he spat shrilly, "How is it not her fault? She wasted valuable resources and got people killed. She—" "Jimmy, enough!" Howard glared at him. Jimmy clenched his fists and turned his back to the group in frustration. His chest heaved as he tried to control the fury that was bubbling inside him. I knew Jimmy. He was just nineteen. He was at that age when young men couldn't help but speak their minds.

“It's a great movie.” Hunter laughed. Actually laughed. A real laugh. Not the irritating smirk or the sarcastic grin. An actual laugh. Maya hated the fact that it sounded nice. "This is ridiculous." Maya complained. "You like ninetys romance movies." "Nineties." She's corrected "That's what I said." "You said ninetys." He stared at her with a smirk. "You understood what I meant." "That isn't the point." She said. "It literally is." Hunter shrugged lightly.

His expression remained blank. “You're Serena.” My eyes narrowed. “I'm Yulia.” His gaze held mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then something shifted in his expression. Barely. So quickly that I almost convinced myself I hadn't seen it. He looked away. “I'm Yulia.” His eyes stayed on mine. “I know what you're supposed to be called.” My brows furrowed. “What does that mean?” “Nothing.” “Then why did you call me Yulia?”

She could remember clearly, she was surprised and motionless at the time Asher kissed her. Calantha wanted to forget about it, but she could not. Even on that night, Calantha dreamed of Asher. In the dream, in the presence of hundreds of people, Asher and Calantha gave each other their wedding rings. And when Asher lifted her veil, things went wrong. Asher immediately realized she wasn’t Selena, he immediately shouted, “You’re a poor bitch.” Asher left shortly after. Calantha faced the sarcastic laughter of the people there. “Hahaha...”

He had a senior professional showcase, and it was a big deal to see if he was going to have a future in theatre. We go to a drive-through cinema first to watch a cheesy romantic nineties film. I could barely remember anything about the film except that the main character fell in love. “It’s a classic,” Taylor said as we made our way to an amusement park. “It’s a classic, but it is very unrealistic,” I shrugged. “The characters are just like us. A bad boy and a nerd fall in love.” “This is reality, and I didn’t fall into your arms like some desperate chick. You fell for me first.”

I'd been in bed for hours. Movie after movie, the laptop screen was the only visible light in the room, and I'd barely absorbed any of it. I even had to switch back to romantic comedies because even though it was the last thing I needed right now, it still felt like what I needed the most. Because they required nothing from me. People meeting and misunderstanding each other and figuring it out in ninety minutes with a kiss in the rain. It was clean, unresolved life, and completely nothing like my life.

The rich scent of chocolate made me offer her my first genuine smile of the night. We settled under the blankets as the movie started. It was a sweet romantic comedy, full of grand gestures and soulmates. It was supposed to be lighthearted, but as I watched the lead actors fall in love, it only reminded me of how broken my own reality was. The Goddess had given me two mates, a miracle by most standards, yet I was sitting here alone, rejected by both. It was a cruel sort of joke. So funny that I’d laugh if it didn’t hurt so much. “Are you enjoying the movie?” Mia asked, noticing my distant stare.

She accepted the wine cup, her voice soft to the point of eeriness. "You're right. This is the happiest night of our lives. "This is Midnight Velvet, a vintage wine long treasured by the royal family. You should have another glass or two. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful night." Inside, I could not help but sneer. In my previous life, I had been fooled by that same harmless, gentle act. Back then, I truly believed she was willing to marry me. What I had not known was that she had already planned everything. Once I was drunk enough to lose consciousness, she intended to lure me to the royal fountain in the back garden and stage my death as an accidental drunken fall.

Jayden asked with his innocent face. "I thought what film was that, but it was Dilan instead. Just like high school kids." "Let us just be young." "Weird boy! This is the first time I know a guy has watched a romance film." "I'm fine. I'm a romantic type too. Later, you will realize that I am not much different from Dilan," Jayden said, stroking his hair in a silly manner. Felicia made a face like she wanted to throw up. "What dream do I have, until I have friends like this."