This Is My Jam Regular Show Novels & Stories

By the first hour of the meeting, Astrid Yu has killed Jerome Young twenty-three times. In her head, of course. Kind of hard to commit a real murder when your showbiz ex-boyfriend literally has a lawyer by his side. Hell, Jerome was the reason Astrid was in a difficult position in the first place. Seated across each other with only a long table separating them and their representatives, Astrid would argue that they were in one of those reality TV shows that feature a couple that’s about to divorce.

"Me too." They continued walking, their footsteps echoing on the quiet streets. They talked about their hopes and dreams, and the things they had been doing since they had last seen each other. Emiliana told Jace about the speaking engagements she had been invited to, and Jace talked about his job at the tech company he had started working for. As they walked, Emiliana began to feel a sense of peace settle over her. For the first time in months, she felt like everything was going to be okay.

Too much personality often resulted in problems. Climbing up the stairs to the master bedroom; the largest of all 5; the mild echo is unmissable and forces him to crave some sound. “Alexa, turn on the music please”, he says into the thin air sounding slightly defeated. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘How High The Moon’ fills the vacant space all over the building and suddenly he feels less alone.

“Can I expect more?” “Probably. Good thing this isn’t a date, huh?” “Word. It’s enough to put a girl off a guy, even if he is ripped and tatted, you know?” “You think I’m ripped and tatted?” “This from the Jame brother with a known penchant for removing his shirt onstage.” Bray grinned. “You watch our concerts?” “Watch them, record them, listen to them a thousand times to appease my daughter. What can I say? She’s a Dirty J. diva.” I rolled my eyes.

I tell Carla to pour some more water in the glass and she does so. Ten. Nine. Eight. I sip the water as I look at Troy with a smirk and he rolls his eyes. At five, I place the glass on the table and start walking towards the couch. The record starts before I'm there and so I start talking as I walk to the couch where Patty is. "Welcome back everyone to the Red Flags show where unveil red flags in relationships and uncover cheating partners." I start looking directly at the camera before Troy says through my earpiece to turn to camera four. The one on my left side.

“Would you please just come out with us tonight, Andie? Jorge is bringing those prosciutto canapés you love. And Jordan will be there.” Jamie says the last part with a whining, wheedling tone that’s about one octave shy of cartoon desperation. “You know I’m under a deadline. If I don’t get this website finished in the next two days, I’ve gotta work my ass off. And I hate parties,” I say, weaving another section of her braid crown.

We haven't missed a call once in three weeks, so what's happened tonight? "What the fuck is going on with you two tonight? You're making me depressed just looking at you. Fuck, we just did an awesome gig, everyone loved it and we've got another tomorrow. This is what we always wanted." Harrison looms over me, a tray of shots in front of him and I look around me to see who else he's including in his rant. Jamie is rigid in his seat, staring out at the dancefloor towards where our sisters are dancing with some random guys.

“I’ve never been privy to a speechless CC, so I hope that that’s good.” “It’s great! So great!” James nodded, satisfied. “Only catch is, this has to happen in two weeks. You'll be doing a collaboration with JJ Jewels and their next show is in two weeks. It's an up and coming-.” “I know who JJ Jewels is! Johnny created a huge buzz with his first line last year. Practically shot to stardom overnight.” “So, what do you think? Want to give it a shot? It’s a bit last minute, but I highly doubt there will be an empty seat in the place.”

We got out of the car and both go to our various rooms and I walk to the mirror and I stood staring at myself in the mirror, I smile and I said to myself. "I am going to miss all of this when all of this is over" I said and l open my clutch purse and bring out my phone to go through the comments and the presenter already tweeted my response on twitter and people were going frenzy already on the tweet and many are saying they can't wait to see the maid turn flancee who gave a brilliant response on the show. The show is to be showed because it is a prerecorded show, it would be show tomorrow on the T.V and I can't even walit to see myself on the T.V.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th