Nerd Speech Bubble Novels & Stories

You: I know, she's making me clean because of you😒 Idiot: Well then, I hope to see the house spotless when I come over （╹◡╹） You: Tf you will. And what the hell is that?! It looks so creepy. Idiot: A Japanese emoji, and it's not creepy. I think it's cute(*^ω^*) You: Like hell it is. I swear you find the weirdest things cute. Besides me... Idiot: Nothing is cuter than you Hunter❤️ You: Stop saying embarrassing things😳😳...... Idiot: See you later cutie pie <3 And like that we stopped texting, I was now blushing from his pet name for me. 'It's so embarrassing'. I thought as I rested my head at the kitchen counter.

You smiled. "Thanks, Nerd." Nate laughed. "You need a new name for me now because the guys call me nerd." You laughed. "I'll think of one." Nate laughed. "Goodnight, Nate." You laughed. "Goodnight, Nerd." Nate pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you drift off.

"Jas-" "Shut up!" He yells back, pushing his silver locks back from his face out of frustration. "First of all, what you just did was completely idiotic and dumb. What if something had happened to you? You have your brain to think, right, Ms. Gracie Nerd Rose? How about you USE it?!"

--- Nobody spoke. Noah clicked play. --- For several seconds, nothing happened. Just static. Soft background noise. Then movement. A chair shifting. A glass touching wood. The tiny sounds of someone preparing themselves to speak. And then— Jasper. --- Not CEO Jasper. Not keynote Jasper. Not boardroom Jasper. Not the carefully constructed version of him that existed in public memory. This voice sounded tired. Human. Alone. --- "Well." A small laugh followed. Dry. Amused. A little sad.

okay, I'll just shut the hell up now. If you decide to talk to me, I'll have to warn you that I am as weird as they come. I think calling a dog man's best friend is ridiculous, and I would literally kiss whoever invented noodles. I have friends, and I'm not a nerd, so I hope that's not what you've pictured in your head. I like to think of myself as different. Though I've definitely given off that impression that I'm some nerd that stalks girls on the internet. I'm way better to talk to in person, I promise. Though that's not happening(I'm just saying). And I definitely don't talk like a total weirdo either. I'm not even going to read through what I've written, because I'll just tear up the p

Adam's heavy voice replies to Nadhea's speech where Zayn deliberately turns on the speaker. Adam's words successfully penetrated Nadhea's solar plexus by snapping loudly that the warning tone was "imprisoned" for life without seeing the conditions of the outside world. Zayn closed his mouth pretending to be in shock using his wrist even though a terrible laugh was tucked in there.

Geez, why does it give me this weird feeling? --- As the song ended, I took a bow while the club people cheered on me. "Thank you, Everyone! I hope you liked it." I spoke, and someone cut me off. "Very much, Babe!" I heard Shay shout, and as I looked at her near the counter, she has been holding a small megaphone. This girl can be crazy... always. I gave her the finger, and she just laughed. See? Crazy. Then a great idea came into my mind.

I said seriously and they both looked at me. My female classmate stood up and gave me a bad look. "And who are you to tell us to stand up huh? You're just a stupid pretentious nerd! Dumb!" "Dumb? Wait, are you talking about yourself? As far as I remember, your grade is all line of 7." My words caused her to be silent.

I added dramatically. “You looked like you needed help. People like that freak me out,” she said, wrinkling her nose in the cutest way possible. I breathed out, “You and me both, my saviour.” “It’s Penny,” she laughed. “So, what brings you here? Vacation?” “I'm here for school. Newton Prep,” I said, twirling a loose strand of hair nervously. “Me too!” she squealed, grinning. Her energy was contagious, and suddenly I felt less like a stranded nerd in a foreign airport and more like a normal human being.

She sounded certain I'd slink back, no matter how she trampled my dignity. I powered off my phone, yanked out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and flicked it into a nearby trash bin. Discarded alongside it was every shred of degradation, scheming, and painful memory of my former life. The plan soared, erasing my past in its wake. A close friend later filled me in that Shannon had bombarded my socials with frantic comments. [Enough already?] [It's just a relationship. Why the overreaction?] [Get over it and add me back!]