Photoshop Troll James Novels & Stories

"Be in control James. I know Blondie's intimidating. Also she likes chick flicks and Bieber, talk about that." "Really?" he looks baffled. "Chloe doesn't strike me as that type of girl." Tyler doubtfully said, eyeing me. He knows I'm up to something. I discarded his glare. "Do you want my help or not?" I questioned James. I don't know what came over me, but I started spewing lies to him about Blondie. It just bugs me that they're going out. James was about to say something when the photographer called him back on set.

James quickly grabbed the phone to see all the images that burned his heart. He rolled up his eyes at Grey again. He snorted in annoyance and then looked at the entire picture of Delilah. "That actor took my Candy to lunch together, and you didn't report it to me!" gritted James in an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry, sir. But the pictures will only ruin your mood. And they will also ruin your works later," Grey replied in his low tone. "Grey..." James pointed to wanting to spit on Grey, but he couldn't. James chose to turn away and handed his phone back.

James knew exactly what he was doing right now, and as much as I loved being the center of his attention, it didn’t change the fact that yesterday had happened. The bubbles on the screen appeared and disappeared multiple times before his message came through. J: Looks like your schedule has been cleared as of two minutes ago. Be my date? R: I’m not going to ask how you managed that… R: Dress code? J: Whatever you want. You’d look good in anything…. And nothing 😉 The thought of being bold crossed my mind. I’d never sent a dirty photo of myself before. But with James stuck at work and me laying on one of our patio chairs in nothing but a robe…. I decided to take a risk.

I drag James up the stairs. "Going to make babies?" Julie asks, laughing. James is so pale that I’m afraid he might faint. "No! We’re going to find a way to disown you as mothers. The internet works wonders." James and I run into my room and I lock the door. I see James is frozen, so I snap my fingers in front of his face. "You there?" "I think I just suffered trauma," he says. I furrow my brow. "You didn’t know it wasn’t the stork that brought babies?"

“You are the talk of the town again!” He showed me his phone screen. I look down, unworried, expecting it to be the photo from yesterday. I already had a well-crafted explanation. “Yesterday, this photo was so dark that no one could make out who or what. But some random user did some Photoshop, and this is the new photo!” Jasper continued. “Now pal, you ready to tell us who you were staring at?”