The One Where No Ones Ready Novels & Stories

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

The space where it was— Empty. Silent. Still. For a moment— No one speaks. No one moves. Then Matteo exhales. “…Did we just… actually win.” I don’t answer immediately. Because I’m watching. Because I’m waiting. Because something this complex— Doesn’t just end. Ezra steps forward slightly. “Aidan.” I shake my head. “Wait.” Seconds pass. Nothing happens. No signal. No movement. No return. The space remains empty. And slowly—

Alex asleep, _CREW_ hat on the nightstand. Downstairs, Bear asleep. UCLA, Chloe asleep. _Silence. 12:00 AM._ No court. No Harold. No Reese. Just pancakes. Just Rule 6. Just 8 being 8.

Not happy endings. **************************************************

All the pieces were on the board now, each of us awaiting our enemy's next move. Show yourself, Jonathan...Davian...We're ready for you.... ***

"Now that's why I love father taking care of the Alec issues. He is the best when it comes to shutting him up." I said to Mom and she rolled her eyes. "Listen up great singers! The Audition would commence very soon and we need you to be at your best to move into the institute." A voice sounded from the Hornspeakers in front of the institute. "Great singers." I said to myself grinning and Alec scoffed. "In your dreams." He mumbled placing his head phone on his ear. "A Young Lady would be out there to give you numbered cards. You will be called in according to

It will be someone else. Because this time I was truly ready.

Everyone was quiet, all that could be heard was papers moving on Xavier's desk. "XAVIER COME QUICK IT'S YOUR MOTHER"

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

On my seventh day in Snowcall, one of my friends, Lucas Freeman, called me out of the blue. "Miranda, when are you coming back?" "I'm not planning to anytime soon," I replied. "Norton's birthday is next week. You're not going to come celebrate?" "I'll pass, but I'll send something." The conversation went quiet, and I could hear Lucas awkwardly passing the phone to someone else. "Maybe you should try talking to Miranda. She usually listens to you," he said.