This Is My Jam Regular Show Novels & Stories

Losing myself piece by piece. Now I have this. A connection to something real. To someone who knew exactly who I was beneath the performance. Day 2, 11:34 PM - Adrien: I keep thinking about that coffee shop. The one we used to go to on Sundays. Do you remember? Day 2, 11:41 PM - Me: The one with terrible coffee but amazing pastries. You always got the same thing. Croissant and black coffee. Said anything else was unnecessary complexity.

Ask the guy “Her neck” It’s like my heart is being sliced little by little while listening and looking at him. The man put the lemon on Hazel’s neck and they laughed and shouted. I saw the man also put lemon on Hazel’s collarbone. “Let’s go home, Vianne” I heard Brick said but I didn’t even spend just a second to glance at him. I am focusing on the show in front of us. “Lick. Lick. Lick” “Remember, Logan. You already agree to give us the extreme body shot!” the guy said everyone’s cheer became loud.

she replied with a smile. “ Food date it is then" he pumped his fists in the air turning in the radio as 'Show Me' by the Nigerian artiste Joeboy played while they sang to the song on top of their voices. "Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist

It broke my heart to see him in this state, which was a contrast to the normal Jamey I knew. “Do you like music?” I asked changing the subject. “I guess, who doesn’t?” he relied. Reaching for my phone, I press play on my favorite playlists. The sound of Earned it by the weekend blasted through my speaker and bounced off the walls of my apartment. Putting the dishes away on the rack I turned to see Jamie staring at me, I watch as his eyes glance from my legs, to my hardened nipples. “My eyes are up here” I said, looking at him.

"No. Not at all. I just wanted to ask what it is you want me to do." "Teach me how to swim." "Swim? But..." "What? Do you want to laugh at me? Then go ahead." "Jade, I'm not trying to laugh at you. I just thought you'd know how to since you have a pool in your house." "Well, I don't. I'm not like you that know how to do everything. You're Mr. Perfect." "You're Miss Freedom. You can do all that you like."

Jamal has decided to throw us a barbeque party, and Natasha dropped by about half of an hour ago. I step out feeling okay with myself, and it’s all that matters. The patio is literary on fire and the alluring smell of grilled ribs, Korean style, catches my nostrils. Ooh, baby I love your ways . . . Bob Marley's voice fills the air, urging my lips to move in synch. It quickly makes me think of 'Jumanji' when Ruby fought the enemies while dancing the song. I like sweet reggae, and you can't go wrong with the combination of Kevin Hart and Dwayne Johnson.

She didn't miss a beat as she turned to look at me. "It's Jamaican reggae." What the fuck, she fucks with the yardies too? I walked over and picked up the iPod. Somebody named Bounty Killer was ranting about war; probably another murdering fuck like her. That song ended and another guy was now ranting about shooting people in front of police stations. I guess this was her getting ready routine.

My sister had packed a spare heavy wrench there just in case of something like this. I reached back as far as I could, trying to get to it. The crash had warped the latch. I pulled with everything I had until it finally snapped open. Relief flooded through me. I reached inside, but when my fingers closed around the wrench, I froze. It wasn't metal. It was soft. A wrench-shaped piece of chocolate. "Chocolate?" My mind went blank. Outside the car, Julian burst out laughing, clapping his hands like a kid at a carnival.

Jamal saw it— and something in him hardened. “You can’t prove it,” he said. “Because you don’t believe it yourself.” “That’s not true.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “Say you’re real.” I swallowed. “I’m real.” “Louder.” “I’m real!” “Again.” “I’M REAL!” He stared at me. “Say it like you mean it.” I stepped closer until my face was inches from his. “I. Am. Real.” His expression changed—

I started thinking about taking a shower in Coke when the buzzer went off. Jamie was soon in my room, munching down on that talking supercookie. He was also sipping that Tylenol® cocktail with a nervous look on his Bieber lips. I ate two cookies and Jamie ate three more. I remember laughing a lot, spinning around my room as we listened to one of Justin’s new songs. Then Jamie just sat there for a while. He was way too out of it to move.