The Idea Of You Novels & Stories

"You've got to find yourselves to be free" I did not understand what that means but we have already run out of options what would we lose if we try this? Besides what could possibly happen? "I've got an idea," I said "Finally," Lucy said "It better be helpful," Jaden said "Come on Jaden, we need all ideas we can get," Lucy said to Jaden "I'm just saying," Jaden said "Come on guys, we don't have the time to argue so quit it," I said to both of them.

he teased. "Why can't you be normal like everyone else? " I yelled. "Normal? What's that ?" he smirked at me. "You know the opposite of you dickhead." I yelled clearly frustrated. "I like me, I'm not boring like the guy you used my account to stalk..." I froze when those words crawled out of his lips, how the hell does he know that? "How do you know that..what are you talking about? " I yelled poorly managing my words.

"I don't like apples. I like lychees. You all think that lychees are bad for me, so you forced me to eat apples, and if I don't, you'll crush the lychee with your feet right before my eyes. "That's your way of expressing 'affection.'"

"I need your help..." "I was killed even though my heart was still beating" "Sometimes I just want to end everything" "I need to move on and only you can help me" Her words played re-played continuously in my mind and I swear I will help get justice for her and they will all pay very very soon...

Madelyn exclaimed. "I know right!" I teased. She laughed. "Idiot!" "I want Maple syrup! Pleaseeee!" I pleaded. "Okay okay!!!" She sighed. "I'll bring tons of it," •••• 6 am. Wednesday, the 30th of May. A.k.a., Doomsday Today is the day. It's the day we stand up for our rights! Well, more like the day "I" stand up for... "my"... 'non-existent' rights.

For me sitting at home on a Saturday night is completely normal. I have a few friends but they are all into going out just about every night and partying. I go with them occasionally but for the most part I just sit at home and read a book. A book, especially a romance one, is my happy place. My friends keep asking me how I expect to meet someone and have some romance of my own if I just sit at home and keep my face glued to a book. I guess in reality it is easier to sit here and imagine me being the main character in the book instead of going on and having that chance of facing rejection. Rejection is something I am just not good at.

Hearing from Janet that Jake plans to open a restaurant here in town had me questioning my stay in town. I had always thought that I need to be everything Jake wanted in a woman not minding if I will be happy or not, I just needed Jake to see me as someone who will complete him. Mom had always told me to be careful around boys, the orientation mom gave me before going to college made me think all boys are not to be associated with, but I still thought of Jake from time to time.

I feel like my legs don't support me anymore. His silence only worries me. It must be a very delicate matter if he has decided to leave me at his apartment until further notice. Kidnapping? That I never believed could happen to me. Who is Samme mixed with? "The club…". I immediately think of the club and the women and men I saw in Chicago. Is it a jealous former girlfriend? Revenge? I hear my cell phone ring and I force myself to move. I'm not going to win anything lying on the ground in my agonizing despair.

"You have to think of your dreams first, all you've hoped for, the only thing in life that can never be regained is lost youth, you have to think for yourself " Rachel stared at her friend doubtfully, she was right, if this idea worked then her father would not necessarily blame her? * *

“Ideas like that show initiative, forward thinking. Even if it wasn’t applicable at the time, it still would’ve set you apart.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. There was no judgment in his voice, but the weight of my own doubts and how they had held me back hit me hard. “I don’t even know if I kept a copy of it,” I murmured. “The disappointment was…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “I guess I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Roman didn’t respond right away. Instead, he glanced back down at his iPad, the faint glow illuminating his sharp features. “For future reference,” he said, his voice low, “don’t let anyone undermine your ideas. Especially not yourself.”