This Is My Jam Regular Show Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asks. "Not yet. Just… let me be here." He nods. "Here is what I do best." We watch half a comedy special. I don’t laugh until the forty-three minute mark. When I finally do, Jamie glances over like he just won a round of emotional Jenga. Later, while brushing my teeth in his guest bathroom, I catch my reflection in the mirror. There’s a tightness around my eyes I haven’t seen in a while. Someone wanted me to feel exposed.

It's a must list every year. "Let's go" Leah pulled me out from my tent , I walked out and followed her towards the bonfire. I sit between Harry and Leah , we're jamming to latest music such as Cold Water , This is What You Came Here For , Star Boy , 24K and a lot more. I really love enjoying time like this and I really love the vibe of it. After jamming to music , we talked about funny stories , horror stories and things like that. We all talk about our future career. Our dreams and jobs and things like that.

"What about Jamal? Are you going to call him too?" "No," I said, a dark smile spreading across my face. "Jamal gets the slow burn. I want him to watch Greg fall apart first. I want him to feel the walls closing in. He’s still at home right now, probably thinking about what he’s going to wear to the gala, totally clueless that the person he’s sleeping next to is his judge, jury, and executioner." I felt a weird mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. My whole life had turned into a "True Crime" podcast in the span of a few hours.

I don't even stir again until the alarm on my phone goes off at five-thirty in the morning, playing She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd. I roll out of bed, heading to the window. I look out the frosted frame to find that the Chevelle is gone which means no Andras this morning. I put my headphones in, turning on some music. I turn on I'm Still Standing by Elton John, dancing and singing along. This song is my jam.

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

I have alot on my mind lately but my mom's attitude is making me panic inside sometimes she just hide in her closet and cry or lock herself in the bathroom crying. I asked her what's up with her but she'd say "it's nothing baby" lost in trance when someone voice brought me out of my daze "hey beautiful" "hey Jamal" "what's up with yo? did you get in a fight with yo man? cos ion why pretty soul like you should be lost in thoughts if not for a man" Jamal said with a chuckle. "I've got no man!" "let's be friends Andrea, I really like you. I wanna be close to you"

JAMIE'S ROOM FELT cozy and seemed larger than Jared's room both in width and length. The loud bang that followed the shutting of the door startled Jared which made him turn to face the door. He was completely shaken up by the Post Malone poster glued to the door. "I never knew you liked Post Malone". Jared said smiling, shock written all over his face. "Yeah, I do. We've just never spoken about music". Jamie replied and slumped down onto his bed.

“You can call him and tell him that I’m interested.” A wide smile plastered across Jamal’s face. “Good.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Are you happy now?” He nodded, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Yes.” I bit my inner lips to stop myself from smiling as I gently pushed him away. “You’re sweaty. Go and take a shower before you hug me.” “Fair enough.” He laughed as he let go of me. “Are you leaving today?” Jamal nodded. “Yes, I have to go back home to prepare for my California event.”

Actually laughing — not the polite kind, but real, head-tilted-back laughter that made her eyes light up. It caught me off guard. She looked happy. And maybe that shouldn’t have made my stomach twist the way it did, but it did. I grabbed my tray and made my way over. ⸻ Jackson saw me first and grinned. “Hey, man. You see the morning show?” “Morning show?” I asked. “Jessa vs. Daniel,” he said. “Best thing I’ve seen all year.” I smirked. “Yeah, that was a solid hit. He’ll be walking funny till graduation.”

Jamie observed, noting how she fidgeted with her fingers. "I... I do!" Morticia stammered. "What's your favorite show or movie?" he asked. "Uhm... please promise you won't laugh," she chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Okay," he smiled. "SpongeBob," she said, pressing her lips together as she awaited his reaction. Jamie just grinned at her. "That's cute. Your roommate isn't home much?" he inquired. "Yeah, she’s part of a band and plays jazz music for a living."