The Simpsons The Way We Was Novels & Stories

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

"I know. She was so sweet. Asked me a million questions. Told me embarrassing stories about Dayo as a child." "Like what?" Bisi laughed. "He used to cry when his siblings ate his food. Hid his snacks under his bed." Maya laughed. "That's adorable." "I know, right?" "And Wednesday?" Maya asked. "Wednesday we just stayed in. Watched movies. Ordered takeout. Fell asleep on the couch." "Fell asleep?" "Just slept! Nothing happened. But waking up next to him…" Bisi's face softened. "It felt right. Like where I'm supposed to be."

“Now, we’ll be inviting the producers of Out of My Way, I’m Going to Be a Billionaire on stage!” Harmonia did not even bother listening to the synopsis. She just lifted her plate. Divorcing a sc*mbag and becoming a billionaire was much more enticing than becoming a pimp, prostitute, and mistress, okay?! Soon, Absalom and Dominic lifted their plates. Mark Wilson smiled and teased them. “Mr. Terran, Mr. Weber, I noticed that you two will always lift your plates whenever Ms. Marsh does the same.” Then, right before everyone’s eyes, Absalom picked up the microphone and said, “I trust her judgment.”

LUCAS POV I woke up still feeling sleepy but it's not really fun sleeping at noon, I got ready and went downstairs to find my siblings Arthur and Lucie on the couch arguing about goddess only knows, I yawned and went to the fridge to get some cereal "Look who finally got up" Arthur said with a smirk "Oh the panda" Lucie replied and they burst out laughing "Yeah yeah you guys weren't on the receiving end of what happened yesterday" I replied with a yawn again

He placed the phone in front of Dean and I. 'Best Bud' with a fist emoji. Dean and I shared a look then rolled our eyes. * * * * Chris, Dean and I tilted our heads to the right trying to get a possibly good angle. As if on cue, we tilted our heads to the left then back to normal. "What do you think it looks like?" "It looks like a potato." I said quietly, my brows furrowed. "I'd say an egg." Dean bit his lip. "I can't be the only one seeing a shoe." Chris whispered earning confused stares from Dean and I.

She also played a pivotal role in steering Maddison into her current career path. Maddison turned off the main road onto Howard Boulevard and after a series of two lefts and three rights, she was gently rolling along a two way street with two-storey picket-fenced houses on either side. When she was younger, she had always dreamed of marrying, having kids and living in such a house. Eventually, she reached her destination and parked behind the metallic-gray minivan stationed in the driveway. She slowly but surely strode to the front door filled with equal parts happiness and anxiety. On the second ring of the doorbell, the door gently opened and Maddison was face to face with her big sister w

HILDA’S POV I slumped onto the couch, letting the weight of the day settle on me. My head was still spinning from Wilson’s visit. He had stormed in like some kind of crusader, telling me Adrian had been manipulating everything and laying out some kind of grand plan. It sounded like something straight out of a movie. But I just couldn’t shake the doubt gnawing at me. It was just what I needed after finding out I was pregnant, I sighed. Fuck my life.

“Cicio, do you still love me?” His right hand found the zipper in the back and started unzip the dress. “I do, Dani.” “Undress me, yes.” He heard me cajoling and took the straps off my shoulders. “I want you, Dani.” The last piece of garments were stripped. He looked at me like something fascinating and brand new. “Love me, Dani. Let me love you.” Ciccio thrust himself into the woman in his dream, thinking he finally found the way back to me. He moaned and grunted most innocently, like a young boy making out with his first love.

I all but spit out. "Whatever you say babe." He rolls his eyes. Then he looks at me, sheepishly smiling. "Mind if we watch something else?" He reaches for the remote, taking it from my hand. "I guess." I lie back, stiff over his arm. "There." He picks White Chicks. I mean, I don't mind. I actually like that movie. This won't be so bad. ••••••••••••••••••••••••

Tell me he missed me; tell me that he wasn't mad at me for leaving. “David, smile well; you look so ugly,” I hear Sarah snort, and at least that brings a genuine smile to my face. “A lot of people say I look like you,” David retorts. I swat his arm lightly. “Are you really arguing with a high schooler right now?“ He frowns. I turn his head towards the camera. “Smile,” Sara clicks the pictures and the next few before she leaves to get food while David goes to find a friend too.