Nobody In Particular Novels & Stories

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

God, how embarrassing. Brit and I were always close. But I am tired of swaying in the background. Being wallpaper sucks. Being wallpaper is background noise. Everyone who enters a room looks at a table; the last thing they notice is the wallpaper. And that's how it's always been to me. I am the wallpaper of Brittany's decorative table. And it's so fucking unfair and intolerable. I can't stand it.

"No one." We'd just see about that. ***

This nеw саѕе seems lіkе an intentional аttасk. I’m ѕurрrіѕеd I’m bеіng called іn аgаіn—wіth vіrtuаllу nо nоtісе. Thеrе’ѕ ѕоmеthіng gоіng on, and I’d lіkе to fіnd out who’s really bеhіnd thе last-minute scheduling.

************************************** Naomi and Senina were in Naomi’s living room and lying on the floor. There was a box of tissues between them. They had just finished watching “The Fault In Our Stars,” and were dabbing at their red eyes and runny noses. “Hey Sen, can I ask a question?” Naomi said softly out of the blue. “Of course you can.” “Do you believe that there’s a special someone out there for everyone? Even if there is, what if you don’t find them? What if some people are just meant to go through life without ever completely falling in love and being loved wholeheartedly?” Naomi asked in a dreamy voice; like her mind was miles away.

So I hum my favorite tune 'nothing on you' by Ed Sheeran' and tap a beat on the desk. "Hey, are you going to the party??" someone whispers behind me. "Duhhh! of course I am," another person whispers. "Whose party are you guys talking about?" Someone else asks. I hear the other two gasps and I turn slightly listening to them. "Tell me you're kidding" voice one says. "Natashas party girlll!! Don't tell me you forgot. I like literally sent you an email about it" voice two says. "That and the entire fucking school is talking about it" voice one pitches in.

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

Lan declared, not interested in talking about the subject matter again but Fred replied “Dad would understand if I explained things to him. The one that won't understand is you” As Lan and Fred were together, Alex stormed into the ward where Nathan and Fiona were:

ANDY’S POV “Yes, this is Andy” I speak into the phone. The number had no caller ID and it was calling from a private number so I didn’t know who it was or why they were calling. “I’ll make this quick and easy” A deep gruff voice speaks through the phone and I furrow my brows. “Sorry who is this?” I ask. “The last voice you would ever hear. It’s your obvious last day, so I advise you say your last prayers” He states dryly.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?