T Boz 90s Novels & Stories

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

He says, and brings out a blue trumpet almost as tall as he is. "Play it." I urge, sitting on his bed. "What song should I play?" He asks, getting into a comfortable position. "What can you play?" I ask, smiling at the fact he seems serious about this. "I can play Ed Sheeran's Happier, Justin Beiber's Stay, and Jacob Bank's Peace of Mind." He smile, and I am in awe. "Jacob Bank." I say, despite not knowing who that is. "Okay." He says, and begin to play.

Every crescendo made sharper, every sigh softer. During the singer's You Go To My Head rendition, the Boss signaled to a server. Gina was staring dreamily at the band with one hand supporting her chin, taking in her surroundings. Breathing in the feel, anticipating something she did not quite know what. The server came at once and bent down to listen to what the Boss was saying in a low voice. The server nodded and seemed to ask him something, to which the Boss replied with a short nod.

My girlfriend Jamie was a police officer. One day, I was kidnapped by a criminal that she'd apprehended once, who strapped explosives to my body. Glaring at me, he said, "You're the boyfriend of that witch Jamie, yeah? Tell her to get over here!" I had no choice but to call her, and her tone when she picked up was one of immense annoyance, "Didn't I tell you not to call me during work hours? Stop being such a nuisance!"

After what happened with Joseph, things between Annie and me turned into a silent, drawn-out cold war. However, that worked in my favor as it gave me the space I needed to start packing. Without a second thought, I tossed my favorite mug into the trash. It was the one we bought on our first date. It was a white ceramic, with two cartoon cats snuggled together printed on the side. We’d had it for seven years, and the glaze at the bottom had started to chip, just like our relationship—worn down and cracked in places.

he smiled and dialed her number while I watched silently “Hey babe, how was your yoga class today?... Things got too spicy for the pepper? So sorry babe, you should take some rest and listen to Wild child, from your favorite musician Eyaa. Yep, I’ll see you later alligator. Love you” He finished with his call “Really? See you later alligator??” I rolled my eyes