Shameless Us Bloopers の小説・ストーリー

"When?" He looked around. Then shrugged. "Eventually." I laughed. "Disgusting." "You're dramatic." "You're living like a raccoon." That earned another laugh. Progress. Slow progress. But progress. For a while we talked about stupid things. Movies. Bad food. Terrible gang decisions. The time Davin accidentally locked himself inside a warehouse. The time Martil nearly punched a politician. The time Bellamy had arrived and immediately caused chaos. At one point I laughed so hard beer nearly came out of my nose.

One asked and pinched down on his nose with his hand. "Eww!" Another yelled as he sniffed around me. "Seems like a big shot doctor has shit himself." Now I felt the embarrassment that had been building up. "Seriously? A big shot lawyer can make such a mess?" Another asked and they all started to laugh. I felt the pangs of shame and embarrassment wash over me. I cursed the day I chose to annoy Emilio DeGeneres. I cursed the day I met Samantha. Even more, I cursed the moment I decided to chase after her.

I bit my bottom lip hard to ground myself. "I totally forgot, okay?" I bit back, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to sound confident. "It was just a very honest mistake. You should know people make mistakes, Wayne. I was just trying to finish the edit before the deadline, and the footage looked good. It was an honest mistake. I completely forgot about the clause, okay?"

:0 Ash: I don't Olivia: [voice message] Olivia: Ignore that Olivia: Don't listen Ash: What's this Olivia: A mistake Olivia: An accident Olivia: Doom Olivia: If you listen to it, you'll die Ash: Good thing I'm not afraid of death Asher played the message. It was Olivia laughing and giggling for 6 seconds, and she had mistakenly pressed a mic recorder while laughing. While she was trying to cancel, it was sent to Asher by accident.

He argued with himself for several more minutes before the silence stretched out to an uncomfortable outburst. The footages were tampered with. They were missing clips from three days to the gender reveal party and on deal day. "Fuck shit up.." He muttered, his mouth curling in amusement. "Fuck shit up!" Alarmed, his right hand man, Bullet, moved closer to him. "Chief?"

He planned to continue with his live stream. However, before he could get back into the groove, in the next second, he embarrassingly failed in front of thousands of live viewers. The chat exploded with laughter, teasing him for not being able to handle it. He just collapsed, feeling totally weak. I could not help but laugh until I doubled over when I saw what happened. Wren's call came soon after. "You loser, what did you do to Shane?" I just chuckled calmly.

"Dafuq!" I've never seen grown men so close to crying. "Is this a joke?" Was heard from more than one corner while on the screen, some asshole had made a loop of the NFL theme song and put it up on YouTube. "Did our wives do this?" Quinn asked, looking close to tears. "What infraction have we committed this time to warrant this?" "That's just pure evil." Devon looked like he was in shock. "They've been acting up a lot lately, you notice?"

I settle her onto a stool and go grab paper plates to use. Once we are all settled and filling ourselves full of pizza and wings, Jude slides his phone over to me, “Hey, isn’t that what’s her name form Shameless, that Domme?” Wiping my hands off on my napkin, I pick up his phone and press play on the video. I think my eyes almost pop out of my head, “Holy Shit! Somebody recorded it!” I can’t believe what I’m seeing on my friend's phone right now! “What is it Jace?” Ella stretches her neck over to try and see.

The sound came through the tiny speaker—my own voice, high and desperate, begging him to go harder. His low laugh. The wet slap of skin. My moans turning into cries when I came. I watched ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty. Then I slammed the phone face-down on the mattress and pressed both hands over my mouth to muffle the sob that tore out. My shoulders shook. My chest hurt. Shame flooded me so fast and so hot I thought I might throw up. I’d done that. I’d let him film it. I’d smiled at the camera. I’d come so hard my whole body shook while the red light blinked.

She had done her makeup perfectly that night, and the water sent it streaking down her cheeks. She sputtered and coughed. "What the hell? Are you insane?" "Oh my God." I mimicked her tone. "With all that fake lash glue, foundation, lipstick, and whatever that eyeshadow is supposed to be, I'd say you're the one who looks like a clown." I turned to leave, but a few of the boys stepped in to block my path. Sally walked over and took the glass out of my hand. "Gia, apologize."