So You Had A Bad Day Chipmunks Novels & Stories

Yet, at that moment, I shrugged off Lola's hand and took a few steps back, saying, "I'm sorry. I have a baby at home. I can't have any dogs!" Her friends exchanged stunned glances before bursting into shrieks of laughter once more. "Kevin, wake up! You really think you'd be her back-up?" "You went to school, but how are you this dense?" "Everyone said you're a simp, but I never thought you'd be this pathetic!" Lola shot me a gaze mixed with disdain and contempt, one that I was very familiar with, while patting her skirt as if worried I would stain her white clothes. Of all the scenarios I imagined before returning to the country, no matter how humiliating, I never pictured our reunion to be

"She had an accident. I bought her a present. She put on one of your dresses for the photo. What is your problem with that? Why do you have to go after her in public?" The same script. He was about to tell me, again, that his calculation in the field had been about how serious Maya's injuries had been, and that he had owed it to the team. He was about to tell me, again, that I should be understanding. He knew exactly what the online mob was doing to me. He had not sent me one consoling message. The patience burned all the way out of me. "Mason, stop talking!" The accusation cut off mid-word.

ALICIA It was a wonderful day. I enjoyed the environment so much that the noise that filled the café didn’t act as a distraction. The breeze that found its way to me whenever the Café’s door opened, the laughter and jokes from a group of high school students that sat at a huge table, the fussing toddler and the two old men that were debating loudly about soccer in the corner didn’t bother me at all —my eyes were fixed on the screen of my laptop, my heart beating fast and loud, it felt like everyone in the café could hear it.

“Your bad day matters to me, why?” Pippa throws her hands up in the air and turns to face the back of the van. She looks at the boxes that didn’t get ruined in the whole incident. Pippa takes a long, dramatic deep breath. “Other than the fact that I found out my brother and best friend are fucking again and quite literally ran into the same dick from the bar the other night who doesn’t give two shits that he ruined something I worked really hard on in the process? I don’t actually give a damn if my bad day matters to your not.” “Pipp—” I interrupt, wanting to apologize for the part I played in the way her day has gone. I start to reach out to her, but I realize I have icing all over my hands

I shoot him a small smile which he returned with his usual smirk. I can't help but rolled my eyes. Geez, he can't even stop smirking, can he? I advert my gaze from him to the other team. Feeling my phone vibrate in my sling bag, I take my phone out hoping it will be Liam but it's a message from chipmunks. Yes, I name Tyler's chipmunks because he reminds me of Alvin. His smirk, cocky behavior, and annoying. Chipmunks : please stop staring at me, I know that I'm hot especially in this jersey.

On her count, we both stood, turned on our flashlights, and sprang forward. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "What the fuck is gong on here?" "Adele," Lisa asked coldly, "do you have any idea where that pencil dick has been?" The two sprang apart, and Chip curled up and groaned. He wasn't trying to cover himself, he was in pain. Adele must not have been careful with her teeth in her swift, surprised disengagement. It wasn't too bad though, fortunately, and the worm quickly went from holding his junk to hiding it. Adele shot to her feet, affording me one more glorious ogle before she clapped her arms over her tits.

He was picking up the chips, looking at them sorrowfully like he had just lost a child in a park. “You know there’s no saving those chips,” I stated plainly. He sent me a scowl, as I continued, enjoying his supposed torment, “yep, that’s chip murder, they ought a take you to chip jail. Just let it go, walk away.” I eased. He grinned, picking a chip as I gasped, “don’t you dare!” I watched as he plopped it into his mouth, munching away. I gagged as I watched him, “you’re disgusting, you know that?”

My heart was beating so loudly in my chest I was sure everyone could hear. He reached out his hand as if this was totally normal, grasping my small hand in his huge one, gripping it tightly, practically crushing it. "Nice to meet you, Gigi. I heard you have a lot of opinions about chipmunks." His eyes twinkled with amusement as he smirked at me. "Chipmunks, what?" Jasmine laughed. "What does that mean? You've heard things about Gigi?"

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

Nate covered his mouth trying not to break down in laughter which he already did. "Beady little eyes," she said pleasantly, turning back to her screen. "Stores problems in his cheeks and hands them to other people for winter." "Oh my God..." "A menace to the ecosystem, actually. Total control freak. Someone should study him." "You cannot say that about..." Nate pressed a hand over his mouth, still laughing. "He is standing..." "Scientifically speaking, the chipmunk is known for its territorial behaviour and its tendency to—" "Ms. Mercer."