Time To Party Memes Novels & Stories

Warning: explicit content coming up "This party is so boring, "Leslie said. "I want to drink so badly." The ladies were at a huge VIP lounge in a 5 star hotel. Leslie had booked it for her party and she had invited many of their old friends. People were still trickling in because it was only 4pm. Saturday parties often took off at night so most people were just snacking on the food and drinking light beers. "It's not so bad and I'm not drinking either. Why did you want to have a party anyway? It's not lIke it's your birthday." Jess said.

"No" "This?" "no..you know what forget it just stand" click "Sigh she couldn't even pose well," she thought to herself "Let's get going" "Mm Ok" "So where are we going?" "To micker's "Micker's?" she asked "mm" "Oh ok" Micker's was a place where almost half of the school had their parties, especially on Fridays. "And today's Friday," she thought "It's gonna be a crazy night" as they stepped down into Micker's... "It's way too noisy though" "Mm" "..."

His most recent post was a photo of him with my parents, taken in my living room. In the photo, Mom and Dad's smiles were warm and loving. Mom's arm rested affectionately on Benjamin's shoulder, while Dad stood beside him with eyes full of indulgence. It was an expression I had never once seen on their faces. The caption read, "Thank you, Mr. Blake and Mrs. Blake. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's party!" Mom left a comment underneath. "Silly child, there's no need to be so formal with us." Meanwhile, Dad gave the post a like. What a perfect "family".

"What's up?" "The sky," Steph deadpans as she leans on the kitchen counter. "Smartass," Brooke scoffs and Steph imagines her rolling her eyes. "Are you excited for the party?" "You know I'm not," Steph mutters. "By the way, what time is it?" "Didn't I tell you? I'm pretty sure I told you." Steph shrugs but remembers Brooke can't see her. "Oops, I've forgotten." "It's two hours from now. At eight," Brooke asserts.

“Yes. But what time will the party start?” “Probably between eight or nine in the evening. I need you two to be there because this will be a lot of fun.” I giggled, staring at Mason suggestively which he returned with a sultry smirk. There was a sudden spark in his mesmerizing eyes, making me admire him even more. “I’ll send an invitation online when I get home.” Emma winked, and she seemed enthusiastic. “Alright! Count us in,” Danny agreed and I clasped my hands together. This will be a lot of fun.

Ben laughed “We will announce at the Christmas party. What do you think?” “Brilliant.” Paul slapped the desk “I have to get a seat next to VC.” “Me too… I have to get a video for making my very own meme for being slapped in the face…. Ha…ha…ha…” Richard laughed happily. “It might not have that effect, probably everyone will know by then.” Ben shrugged.

"Fine, let's go" "Thanks Ty, you are the best!" _________________________________ Ready for the party guys? ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ The party will be filled with so much fun(⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ Keep enjoying and supporting my book ^⁠_⁠^ Ser feliz 🌹

×Griffin× Grimsborrow Delinquents group chat. Maxy: Party at Loretta’s tomorrow evening at eight till sunrise. Bring a date. Luciana: Why do we need a date? Maxy: Because we’re not showing up together, it’s going to be a hot night. You wanna have someone to smash mouths with Luciana: Gross, I would rather eat a bull’s testicle Me: that is disgusting @Lucianathewildcard. I think I’ll pass on the party. My dad is trying to minimize my time outside

She told me the same thing countless times already, seems like none of it is the real last time. “I can’t—” “Please, please, please,” she insisted then showed me her infamous puppy eyes. I sighed once again. “When’s the party?” I asked, defeated. “Eighteenth of July,” she enthusiastically answered. “Don’t worry, you won’t spend, not even a single penny, for your dress and makeup.” “Cross out the makeup thingy, I don’t want it nor need it,” I said. She clung her arms unto mine. “Just one night, Heizel. Please?”

“Better” “The kids shouldn’t be up until it’s 7. The party will start by 12p.m and should’ve rounded up by 5 or 6…then we’ll all have a barbecue night later. What do you think?” I ask, tying my hair up and pulling into his furry large round-neck sweater.