Novel & Cerita Shirt Cut Meme

I had to play it cool! After I showered, I put on a pair of shorts that showed off my ass cheeks perfectly. Then I threw on my favorite tee that Harper helped me cut up. Yes, I cut up my favorite shirt, but for good reason. It made me look like I was in middle school before we got our hands on it. We cut off the bottom to make it a belly shirt, then we cut the sleeves and made slices across the cleavage. It was adorable, and just the thing I wanted to wear to taunt my goodies in front of Asher, knowing damn well he couldn't do anything about it. My hair was perfectly tousled so I left it and threw on my converse's before heading downstairs.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

he said simply, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip before he kissed me again, lighter this time, almost teasing. We spent the next hour flipping through the endless chaos online, giggling at memes people had already made about Logan’s red face during his argument with Tessa, or the way Tessa stormed down the aisle in heels she could barely walk in. T*****r was merciless, I*******m flooded with edits, TikTok filled with people reenacting the argument for clout. And us? We laughed until my stomach hurt, until tears streaked down my face. “This one,” Liam said, shoving his phone toward me again. It was a meme comparing Logan to a “discount groom who couldn’t even make it through vows.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

It was so thin it looked like a shirt and it was so light that it looked white. His head popped through the top and he pulled the shirt down over his abs. The shirt was loose and didn’t fit his body. My mouth went dry at the sight of his tattooed muscular arms as the sleeve hugged them. “Like what you see?” Shane asked. “No,” I scoffed. It was a lie and we both knew it. “Oh okay, you got a little drool,” Shane said as he scratched the corner of his chin. I went to wipe my chin and he chuckled. It was low and I felt it between my legs. Fuck my life. “I’m just kidding.”

He said to those guys, "Tie her up!" I brushed off my shirt and said, "You're not listening to me." And started fighting with them. A guy came to stab me but i moved back and it tore my shirt a little, "I just bought this shirt yesterday. Do you know how much cost it is?" And puched him right across his face. I removed my shirt while saying, "I better remove it before someone actually tear it apart." I posed a fighting pose and said, "Shall we continue?"

I’d like to see how that goes down, since we’ve been besties since the age of five. “Were you staring at my photo?” His voice holds humor. I’m blushing like a thirteen-year old. I swipe his bare arm, noticing he’s wearing a tee that he’s cut the arms off. Well it looks good even if he has mutilated a perfectly good tee. Why he can’t just buy one is beyond me. That’s Liam for you. He’ll take expensive jeans and cut into them too, I mean it’s not like you can’t buy them. It drives me insane, he know it. I bet that’s why he does it, to rile me some. “Don’t be so stupid. I was about to browse through my photos whilst I wait.” I move along in the line, he shuffles behind me and Denver behind him.

I closed my eyes tightly to try and bring together all the letters of the alphabet that I knew to make a proper short sentence. “Your clothes… Are gone… I can see… Your… You… Big, long…*Ahem* No clothes…” I tried to keep my eyes drifting off to the side as I spoke. The image was still very clear in my mind which didn’t help my speech one bit. “Shit! Ah damn it! I forgot about that trick. I guess I rushed to get you home and didn’t think about my clothes… For once… Damn it, that was one of my favorite shirts. And those pants were limited edition too. Oh! My bracelet! I had that thing for at least a month now! I’m never going to find clothes like that again. Not unless I have them custom made.