She Is Still Cute Today Novels & Stories

ARCHIE JONES I'm excited right now because I'm able to see her once again. She no longer looks likes the little girl I like teasing but is now like a strong and elegant woman who can shake the world with just her smile. Just like Kyle Jones said her sliver hair indeed suits her well. Every of her gesture were filled with charm. When she turned and greeted me, I couldn't get enough of her dazed look. But! Why does she keep whispering to Kyle and what do they keep talking about.

Now she was fifty and clearly looking older and slower than seven years ago - Her black low cut hair had almost all turned grey. She was still wearing all those fashionable stuff she likes - leather jackets, leader shoes, fancy Gucci sunshades and all that. But something had changed. She was now more sober and chill than before when she was their crazy 'soccer mum'. 'she is probably missing Chinny too much' uche thought as he opened the glass door of the restaurant and walked in, breathing in the smell of freshly baked bread. "Good morning sir" one of the cleaners greeted as he walked by.

" That's true, but he liked to believe what he wanted. Please sit” Chase admiringly looked at her. He hasn't seen her smile or laugh like this in a long while. She wore a lilac cotton shirt and black joggers with an easy wear. Her hair flowed down her body in a mess. No matter how unkept she was, she still looks beautiful. Jade stretched out on the couch instead of sitting in it. " Funny thing, I can't remember what this tastes like anymore” She opened it to have a taste. " How are they anyway?”

Hmmn, I guess I should take care of her. "Uh, I think you should... you know, take off your... change your blouse." I stammered, and yes, I really hate myself. She's freaking drunk, Shane. Why are you still not talking straight? Because you like her, and you're gay AF. Oh, shut it, brain. And she's now smiling from ear to ear. Damn it! I know I like this girl. She's like so cute? Nope, cute is just for babies. Pretty? Nope, it's for little girls. Beautiful? Partly. Gorgeous? Definitely.

Ordinary. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what Marcus might see when he looked at her. Did he find her attractive like this, sans makeup and tight dresses and Hollywood glamour? On his good days, rare back then and non-existent nowadays, Liam used to tell her that she looked ‘cute’ like this. ‘Cute’ he said, but he never meant it the way you’re supposed to, like pastels and peony blooms, and Harajuku fashion. He meant cute like a puppy, cute like a monkey dressed in circus clothes, cute like a piece of macaroni art destined for the trash once the kid’s back was turned.

She replied. Huh? She sounded so sure about who was texting her. And, did she just call me cute? I blushed a little, then got serious again as if she could see my face from here. "Cute? I am not cute. Sexy, hot, and handsome? Absolutely, yes. But definitely not cute. And are you saying someone "cute" can't be a serial killer?" I asked. "You are not one. If you were, you are one hot serial killer. A nice way to catch your victims." She replied.

“You actually like any of these, or are you just pretending to be interested because you think I'm still mad?” I laugh softly, shaking my head. “I like them. Especially the one of you with the peace sign. It’s... cute.” Her eyes narrow. “Cute? Is that the only word you could use?” I grin. “What? You don’t want to be called cute now?” “I’d prefer stunning or gorgeous.” Her teasing tone tells me she’s starting to relax. “Well, stunning,” I say, leaning a little closer, “if it makes you feel better, I was thinking that too. Just didn’t want to inflate your ego.”

She’s in the same gorgeous sweat set but in a light blue colour and her dirty AF1s. She hates her glasses but personally I think they make her look adorable. She glances up at me as the computer screen reflecting in her glasses. “What?” She says. “Urm, nothing.” “I’m sure my stickers are very interesting, find a favourite?” “Ahahaha, I wasn’t looking at them.” “Ok what where you looking at then?” “Just you’re gorgeous face.” “Okay. You done staring and ready to get back into it?” Does this girl ever take a break. We haven’t stoped since we got here. Her milkshake remains untouched. She has taken a few bites of her food.

I never cry but yesterday I cried my heart out, and today I’m numb. As I strut down the street, I keep my head held up despite all the stares and whispers that follow me as I move. Not one person gets a response from me – not even those who greet me. My outfit today consists of tight black leather pants, knee-high boots, and a slim white top that displays my silhouette flawlessly. While my ex would often comment on how shapely my body is, today I feel especially confident in showing off my curves. With my hair draped across my shoulders and smoky eyeshadow paired with mascara, I look hot as hell.

she continued. “Funny how I didn’t ask to be one of them,” I retorted before I could stop myself. I was irritated. “Today is not a day to be silly my dear. You can keep up with the tantrums later, just not today” She reached out and smoothed my hair, even though I was sure it was perfect. “You look just like me when I was your age, very beautiful” She smiled and left, the noise of her heels kicking the floor filled the room.