Regular Show Blue Jay Novels & Stories

and for the first time, I didn't care to correct it. Clyde was working the register, her movements quick and efficient. She’d been a natural, surprisingly enough. We hadn't talked about Jaxon, or wolves, or the Ace disaster in three days. We just drank caffeine, counted tips, and enjoyed the anonymity of our small lives. The bell above the door chimed, and a familiar, bulky figure ducked under the frame. Bluey. He wasn't wearing his varsity jacket, just a simple hoodie, but he still looked like he belonged on a battlefield.

Blue was already halfway through a drink, her straw tilted as she leaned forward, eyes locked on Ammie. “Talk.” Ammie placed the document on the table. Blue glanced at it. Then at her. Then back at it. “…Is this what I think it is?” “I don’t know what you think it is,” Ammie replied tiredly. Blue picked it up, scanning quickly. Her eyes widened. Then widened more. Then— She dropped it. “HA?!” Several people turned. Ammie sighed. “Lower your voice.” “LOWER MY—” Blue stopped herself, then leaned in dramatically. “Ammie… is this a joke?”

, " Yeah, yeah I'm done, just that, I need to head out " " Hope everything is okay?", " Yeah sure, I just have to meet someone, I'm sorry we have to cut the conversation, and the moment we...", " No, no it's fine, I also need to go and start preparing for the bidding show ", " That's true". Blue smiled as she stood up and gave Clarisse a goodbye hug, " See you soon", " See you soon". She watched Blue exit the building before heading inside to get something to wear. She went for a quick shower before she started dressing up.

With Jay, life was never boring. THE END

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

" Yes, Mom and dad have gone with Jaz to bring blood bags. Come on, let's go outside. She is still bleeding and I can hardly control myself." " Okay." I made my way to the living room and poured some bourbon for myself. " Alex, do you want it ?" I gestured with my glass. " Yes please. " She comes over and takes my glass. " Oh okay then." I poured another one for myself. I am on my second glass when Charlie, Aurora and Jasper arrive. " Now, what did I say about bringing humans here?" He asks as he enters the living room. " Hello to you too dad."

It was like something out of a movie. “Oh, hidden rooms? Now you look like a secret agent, babe,” I cooed at Rem. He glanced at me with a small grin, happy with the small compliment. “We don’t keep our stuff out in the open. We have a lot of guests come here for parties. Have to be careful to not let normal humans see this stuff,” he explained.

“They’re not exactly on the menu, but if that’s what you want, I’ll whip one up for you. Just don’t tell any of the regulars, especially Old Bill.” “Which one’s Old Bill?” Jay points to an old man who’s watching the wet t-shirt contest winner collect her prize. “He definitely looks like an ‘Old Bill’. I’ll have a coke please.” “Really? All that for a measly coke?” “Mhm, and then we’re gonna to dance.” “Yes ma’am, whatever you say sweetheart.” Jay’s beautiful smile reaches up all the way to his eyes. I can’t help but blush. That whole lumberjack Southern charm he’s working is fucking working.

It was strange, never had Blue met a man who was such a perfect image of Toby Flenderson in all regards. "We're only still eating because Blue spends half of her life in bed and only emerges for meals—late, may I add," For once in her life, Blue hadn’t a disrespectful quip to hurl at her mother. Instead, she stared into her own lap, head in her hands, and willed away the touch that had pinned her against the railing and lingered so dreadfully.

No like that would be a bad way to end the evening. He made a growling sound in his throat. Snatching the remote I hit play and hand him a sandwich and a beer picking up my own before setting against him, my back to his front, throwing the blanket over our legs. *** Jungle race is a damn cool movie, and I’ve probably seen it about five times but I still enjoy it, laughing through the funny parts and reciting my favorite lines. I’ve long stopped eating, and my bottle of juice is almost empty.