Softball Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Then Chris asks, "Wanna hear some pickup lines?" Piper grins, "Sure." "Are you g****e cause you have everything I've been looking for," he starts. Piper smiles, "Good one." "Did it hurt?" Chris asks. "Did what hurt?" "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Piper bursts out laughing. "Wait. Your boobs look great in this dress," he says. Piper smiles but then remembers that it's supposed to be a pickup line. She has heard it before.

Today, I had a use for her. I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contacts, and found her name. Ring. Ring. She answered on the second ring, her voice practically dripping with fake excitement. “Laura Campbell! What a surprise!” she gushed. “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me and were avoiding me on purpose. I smiled, though she couldn’t see it. “I've been quite busy. Let’s have lunch,” I said smoothly, ignoring her attempt at playfulness. “I have some time today.”

I hear him laugh as the tension seems to disappear. “I will be home even before you know I went out, my beautiful,” he says. I am about to start talking about my university classes when Sophia takes the phone from my hand. “Hi, bro. All’s fine with me, thank you for asking,” she taunts while rolling her eyes in jest. “Please don't bother Selena with boring things. We have to go because we're going bowling. Say you love her.” She puts the cellphone to my ear and I hear the sweet words. I say the same. Sophia puts the phone back to her ear. “I love you too, bro, until later.”

“We could do that.” “I love it when they’re so confident.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I’d ever heard. He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. “Um, hello? I’m not playing.” “Fine,” I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. “I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight.”

into their phones and then grinning before walking away. “I don’t know any of you!” I shouted. “We don’t know you either,” one responded. She looked like an aging soccer mom. She wore the same smirk of excitement as the rest of the people surrounding her. “Then how do you all know my name?” I asked. “We don’t,” the lady said. “We just want to catch the I’m Sorry Alicia. The only way to catch it is to say 'I'm sorry, Alicia' into the mouthpiece. As soon as you do that, you get a special ball that can catch it.”

“Of course I would believe you.” “After all, any woman I set my eyes on would be loved by millions.” “However, even if there are a thousand people in my way, I’ll still succeed in gaining your heart for myself.” Sally’s grip on the steering wheel faltered. “Elijah Moses.” Elijah nodded. “Yes?” “Where did you learn these corny pick-up lines from?” Not even Sam would use these corny phrases to flirt with the girls in his kindergarten! Elijah smiled. “I saw them online.”

Sophie's tone dripped with sarcasm as she drawled, "Oh, how delightful - a quiet escape into nature. What a novel concept." Picking up on her scepticism, I offered a reassuring smile. "Hear me out, Sophie," I said. "I just thought it would be refreshing to unplug for a day. No phones, no constant notifications, just a chance to experience a simpler time, like back in the eighties." I explained further, hoping to paint a clearer picture of my intention.

I replied while I flipped the eggs. "You are filthy rich, why don't you employ a maid?" She asked in a puzzled tone. "I only cook for special people." I said and smirked when a blush covered her face. " You are very special to me." I repeated and watched her curl her lips as she tried to stop the smile that threatened to break out on her face. "Is this a pick up line you use on those women?" " Which women?" " Shania?" she blurted and her cheeks colored profusely, " I didn't go through your phone." She quickly added.

He hadn't seen my expression, but he had noticed that the area in front of him was filled with athletic young women in workout clothes, and somehow his phone suddenly got a lot less interesting. Sandy blew her whistle. "Penalty corner!" As the girls lined up to our right the coach glanced up at me, the left corner of her mouth lifting into a little grin. My heart fluttered as our eyes met, and I gave her a nervous little wave. I wasn't able to keep the silly smile off my face.

She picked after two rings. “You should be picking up after one ring,” I said to her as she scoffed. “My name is Lydia, not call service. What do you want?” “I want us to hang out.” There was a silence on the phone as she scoffed. “Did you have a brain tumor or something?”