The Fault In Our Stars Memes Novels & Stories

I think Meme forgets that just because Loyalty hasn’t physically changed since they were teens, doesn’t mean she hasn’t! Meme laughs, “no seriously though”. She then pulls the covers off of a thankfully somewhat dressed Loyalty and I hear a smacking sound. Meme has just hit her on her ass! “Get ready so we can talk about it over breakfast”, she tells her before climbing right back on top of her. “Why don’t I like the sound of this?” I said. “Shut up, it’s not up to you anyway”, she snaps, causing Loyalty to laugh.

Now. I drop the phone. Slump back in the chair. The juice sits there, untouched. I stare at the blank koala on my screen and suddenly feel like crying. Too late. The leak’s been deleted. The emails scrubbed. But the world already saw. Screenshots exist. Memes are probably being made. Dorothy. Fuck. I whisper under my breath. “I’m so fucking sorry, Dorothy…”

Madeline was staring at the photos on Sarah's phone and couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was clear that the awkward moment from her birthday celebration had gone viral on school's social media platforms and was becoming a hot topic at school. Students were laughing, sharing, and making comments throughout her sad moment. Some people had already made horrible memes and stickers with her embarrassing pictures. She felt a mixture of humiliation and wrath as tears filled her eyes. Whispering, she returned the phone to Sarah and said, "This is unbelievable. Why were they acting so cruelly?" Emily moved in closer to give Madeline a consoling pat on the shoulder.

A crowd of students had formed, recording from every angle, their laughter and jeers audible in the background. “Wow,” Gal whispered, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Milo looked at her and smirked. “I’ve always known that Sia girl would get herself into trouble.” Gal tried not to laugh, but a small snort escaped. “This is so messy.” As they walked toward school, more messages popped up. Meme versions of the video were already circulating. Someone had even added subtitles and sound effects. Gal shook her head. “We’re not even in the first period and already there’s chaos.”

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

They bonded and grew closer than ever. Just before they found themselves in the Ocampos’ backyard, drinking a couple of beers and having a bit of a banter, they watched the hilarious 22 Jump Street. They both secretly thanked God they didn’t have any sort of desire to watch The Fault in Our Stars. The lighthearted effect 22 Jump Street had on them sort of carried on during their chilled drinking session. With a picnic blanket underneath their tired bodies, Zoe and Jared lied still on the grass, watching the stars above them. They were talking about random things when they inevitably got to the topic of Megan.

There were several memes on her with hilarious comments from many students, they didn't even care about her being the sole heiress and Queen of the campus. One said: 'When your crush denies you in public.' They put her funny looking half plastered smiling face below_the look she had on when the idols were leaving. Okay, this did it. I fell on the floor laughing hysterically with Lia as I hit my hands repeatedly on the floor.

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."