Novel & Cerita Redhead Funny

"Hey redhead, where have you been since? you could have joined the party…" He called me a redhead. This is the first time in years someone will refer to me as that. Yes I am a redhead but it's embarrassing. People use it to identify my personality. Some people think I am dumb until they get close to me and I give them a dose of what I can be like. And some people just think I am aggressive which is true in some ways. What does this idiot think he is doing? I turned around glaring at the both of them disgusted by their sight.

Kelly could be the biggest pain in the ass and the sweetest person in the world at the same time. When I walked inside, it didn’t take long to spot her. A redhead sat at the far end of the room, waving her hand excitedly. I strolled toward her, shaking my head. “What the hell did you do to your hair?” “My new look,” she said, flipping her long red strands dramatically. “I hope you love it.” “Red? Seriously?” I muttered, lowering my voice to avoid unnecessary attention. She giggled. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I needed a change.”

I answered. We stood there awkwardly, neither of us saying anything else until Jack decided to break the silence. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It is just that you looked like someone I knew. You know...redhead." He said, pointing at my hair. I wondered if he couldn't just read social cues or whether he didn't give a damn about them. But Jack gave me the ick, and I was looking forward to ending the conversation. As much as I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. I didn't have time for enemies. Maybe it was first day jitters. We all had them. "Well, now that you have seen me in all my glory, I hope you can tell that I am not the friend you are convinced I look like. Not all redhe

Is there a greater proof of love than this? “ Damn it! " articulated Charlie, drawing my attention. "Just look at that guy on the table on the left. He doesn't stop looking at us! Kendall turned around, not me. "Who is he looking at? "I asked, pretending to be interested. My friend shook her hair "now bigger and dyed a Californian gold" and opened a naughty smile. "For you! Charlie snorted. " Why do men like redheads so much? "Who doesn't like it? " Kendall asked. "It must be the curiosity to know if all the hair on the body is the same color.

Nothing like the eager mess who'd bumped into me before. "Hey," he said. "I know you probably want nothing to do with me, and that's fair. I just wanted to actually apologize. Properly." "Properly," I repeated, unimpressed. "I came off weird. I know I did. It wasn't my intention." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I really did think you looked like someone. That wasn't a line." "So what, you think all redheads look the same?" I crossed my arms. "That's kind of a wild thing to say out loud, Jack."

I removed my hat in frustration and blew the loose strands of hair away from my face. “Hey! I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, but you better go back to the cafe right now and tell everyone that this is all just a misunderstanding—” “You have red hair,” he said, cutting me off. He still isn’t listening to me! “Yes, I have red hair, and what about it? Listen to me this once. We are not—” “Pretty,” he cut me off again. “Your hair is so pretty,” he said while holding onto a strand.

I shook my head to clear the daze. I whirled around and poked him in the chest “Stay far away from me, Ravenwood.” He smiled like he knew something I didn't. I detested every inch of that smile. We're going to have so much fun, Red.” He chuckled manically. Red, his childhood nickname for me as a result of my fiery red hair. I entered the luxurious vehicle. Everything was clean and looked new. I felt self conscious when I saw how grimy my legs looked.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

Black said coldly. I closed my eyes and weakly sighed. “Why didn't you tell me?” I said coldly. They silenced down so I laughed. “I hope I requested the head of Mr. Haslen, to give as a gift to his daughter. ” I said smirking. They looked up at me and just laughed softly. “Is the head of Mr. Haslen?” smiling Red asked. I smirked and just shook my head. I forgot that Red loves heads. Sometimes he does decorative work in his warehouse.

A redhead was fighting with a blonde and from the looks of it, the blonde was getting beat. "HOW DARE YOU CALL UNICORNS UGLY YOU BITCH" The redhead screamed at the blonde and I gasped loudly. HOW THE FUCK- Taking my vodka, I pushed through the crowd and stood in front of them while the redhead continued pulling the blonde's hair and the blonde kept screaming calling for the manager. "BEAT THIS MF KAREN- umm excuse me" I tapped the shoulder of the redhead as she paused and looked at me with a smile, "Yes?"