Thrown Out Window Meme Novels & Stories

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces. Peter approached through the broken window and said, “Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

The comments are worse. “She’s a train wreck.” “She’s high again lmao.” “Imagine having that much money and still being pathetic.” “Her career’s a ticking time bomb.” “She’s fried her brain.” I keep scrolling because I’m an expert in self-destruction and this is my specialty picking the wound until it bleeds. Someone made a meme of my face, eyes wide, lips parted mid-sentence. They captioned it: “When even your dealer is concerned.”

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

I said head down and accommodated a lock that fell down my cheek behind my ear. "Whatever" he downplays it and unlocks the window so he can open it. I took a step back. She reminded me of the time she threw me out the window— what? She — she asks me when she saw that I backed away. He rested his forearms on the frame and looked at me with a mischievous smile, already anticipating my thoughts. — I prefer to be away from you and a window. — Please, Cleo, that was life or death, besides — she puts out her cigarette and throws it out the window — you didn't hurt yourself because of me, it was because you were given to act as a human shield.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

So throwing pebbles it is. "Okay,"I try on some light pep talk to try and psych myself up. "This is it. Don't disappoint me." Aiming for the left window , I hurled the stone towards the glass. A sharp loud tap is heard as it crashes on to the pane and my paranoid self is worried that I might have broken her window, or cracked it abit.

I gathered my bag and made sure I didn’t leave anything behind before I climbed back up to the window. As I tried to climb out on my stomach, I accidentally kicked the window and it closed shut on my ass. I was stuck. “Ah, shit.” I groaned and tried to pry myself out, but for some reason the window wouldn’t budge anymore and I was wedged between. If I called for help, I would alert someone that I was crawling around in an abandoned building. “For fuck sake, why does this have to happen to me?” I muttered and flopped onto the ground.

"The Miller family hired an influencer to argue a case?" "No wonder they lost $500 million..." The video already had over five million views. "And this." The assistant swiped to another video. The footage of Chloe sleeping in court had been edited into a meme video, set to the tune of a lullaby. The comments were a stream of ridicule: "Professional Napping Attorney" "Courtroom Yoga Master" "The Joke of the Miller Family" I watched these videos with no sympathy, only a cold satisfaction. In my past life, they ruined my reputation for her.