Shameless Us Bloopers Novels & Stories

She laughed quietly, calmed down her emotions, and then used a serious tone to say: “Liam, Shane drank a lot tonight, right? What if he gets drunk and falls in the bathroom?" "This…" Bertha said seriously: “Not long ago I saw a video of a drunk person on the internet, he fell into the toilet and drank the water from it. Big-headed Shane, don't tell him to put his head in it, he couldn't get it out so he choked on toilet water and fainted, right?"

I pushed the door and saw a sweating Noah on top of a smirking chole. Noah was the first boy i thought was different from the rest that didn't fall for my shameless sister. We meet in a cute way when he walk up to me when I was seeing a movie at the mall with Angela and said i reall like you stuttering and i was a blushing mess . I have started to really like him and our relationship was going smoothly up until this moment. I thought he was my happily ever after ,silly me!. My life was shitty. Now look at me crying in the middle of nowhere barefooted . I left my bags in his house not like I have any money in it,and my shoes .

They were all completely shocked, there were even a few mouths hanging open. “I can’t believe someone figured out our little trick the first year we had the slime pit!” Laura tells the cameras. “We truly have a great group of men and women with us this year, folks. Now Angel is a little too busy right now for an interview, but we’ll snag her later when she has her vocal cords again!” Laura gives the camera one of her famous wide grins and soon after someone yells cut, and the cameras are backing away.

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

She blurted out in contempt, breathing heavily. Derek opened his mouth, then closed it; all the time trying to hold in his laughter which was threathening to bubble out of the surface. But the full bouts of laughter from his friends triggered his. "Did I hear it correctly?" Shane ethused, still laughing. Emma was embarrassed. She figured out that she got it all wrongly, but then concluded that it wasn't her fault. 'To hell with them' she thought, standing up. She had to sleep this out.

On the screen is a video, and I can immediately see that it’s footage of the three of us from last night. In the video, we’re clearly very drunk and inside the room that we saw ourselves this morning. I watch myself stumbling around, laughing at nothing, and saying things that don’t make any sense. Zoey is trying to dance but can barely stand up straight. Jane is talking loudly and gesturing wildly with her hands. It’s absolutely embarrassing. We look completely out of control and ridiculous. “Oh my god, turn it off!” I say quickly, feeling my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. “Please stop the video,” Jane adds, covering her face with her hands. “We don’t need to see any more of that.”

But halfway through, the video glitched. The next image wasn’t part of their brand. It was Brian. A shaky, grainy clip of him doing something… unspeakable. The room fell into a stunned silence. Gasps erupted from the crowd, and Brian’s face turned as white as a ghost. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, watching the chaos unfold. “Oops,” I muttered under my breath, the smirk widening. Diego’s voice cracked as he tried to regain control. But it was too late. The damage was done, and every eye in the room was on the brothers. Exactly where I wanted them.

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

I knew it was a bad idea to open the app, but I still went on reading the nasty comments till the texts and my screen became blurry I quickly blinked my tears away and shot up to my feet in a sudden confidence boost. No. I wasn’t going to cry or let them humiliate me. I picked up my phone and opened my camera and found a good angle to position my phone in the closet They couldn’t humiliate me if I humiliated myself first, right? That’s exactly what I was going to do. You can’t shame the shameless I pulled up a sound and started dancing with no rhythm or flow, just moving my body horribly When I was done, I watched it and nodded. Yep, this was ridiculous enough.