Too Young Too Simple Novels & Stories

I fell for the oldest trick in the sarcasm manual, written and revised by Liza McClain. “I’m going as myself, but warmer. Now if you don’t mind?” I bumped her out of the way with my protruding hipbone to zip up the carry on bag and she let out a painful yelp. I barely registered the slap on my shoulder as I continued tearing my bedroom apart for the third time, even though I’d virtually checked off everything I needed on the list. I’d be gone a week- I couldn’t afford to miss a single thing. It was like Liza was reading my mind as she sprawled out on my bed.

Broader. Stronger. The boy I once knew had become a powerful man. His dark suit fit him perfectly. His posture radiated confidence. His jaw was sharper than before. His shoulders looked capable of carrying the weight of entire worlds. But it was his eyes that stole the air from my lungs. Those eyes locked onto mine. And suddenly, I wasn't twenty-eight years old anymore. I was sixteen. Standing beneath summer skies. Laughing until my stomach hurt. Dreaming about futures that had never happened.

I seemed to have never taken the initiative to do anything for myself. From now on, I would live for myself. Lying on the windowsill and looking at the clear sky outside, I began to think about what I really wanted to do. I used to have dreams too. It was just that they were not some major goals. I was never ambitious, nor did I ever think I would become the Luna. I just wanted to lead a simple life. When I was in college, I once thought of opening my own bookstore to provide a place for like-minded people to hang out. Even if I could not make money, it did not matter. Besides, I was not short of money.

ACE The champagne tasted like expensive nothing. I set the glass down on the marble countertop and watched my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Twenty-one years old today, and I'd spent the last three hours shaking hands with men in thousand-dollar suits who looked at me like an investment. "Ace Monroe, Noah Monroe's boy. Good to finally meet you." "Your father speaks highly of you." "We should have lunch sometime. Discuss your future." My future. Like it was a stock portfolio they could manage.

"Do you know why I had you undergo limb-lengthening surgery? It's because you resemble my dream guy by 80%. The final 20% was because you were too short. Only by having the surgery could you look like him." Noah stared at her in disbelief. "So, you never loved me? I was just a substitute?" "Why would I love you? You're nothing compared to him! And how could I donate half my liver to you? Only that stupid woman, Victoria, would be willing to do that." Amelia burst out laughing again. "Darling, do you know what I saved your contact as? A simp! You're just a simp who gave everything and ended up with nothing. Your wife is dead! Your own son despises you! You're just a stray dog now! How patheti

This amused me. I pushed him away lightly; he seemed taken aback by this and stood gaping at me. I lay on the bed and rested my head on my hand, savoring the flustered look on his face. "Go back to where you came from, kiddo. Tell your boss that I don't fool around with minors," I said. I stretched out on the bed, crossing my long legs together. My thin skirt barely covered me. He seemed to panic when he heard me. He hurried over but couldn't bring himself to meet my gaze. "I'm of age, angel! I don't have a boss, either. I volunteered for this—I just wanted to be by your side."

“Are you freaking kidding me? Don’t shout at me when I’m trying to sleep! I’m not so stupid that I don’t know when it’s time to eat. Get out!” I hadn’t dodged in time and ended up with a gash on my forehead, bleeding profusely. Now, only a scar served as a reminder. Keith never apologized. “Don’t disturb me when I’m sleeping,” was all he said. At the time, I naively believed it was my fault.

"Reed...I said later, and consider, and later key word being later." "You say later I say tater tot. Casper and Charlie need both set of parents." I rolled my eyes, "Sure." The end

I pointed to the sign hanging on the hotdog stand and the nearby convenience store. It said, "Cash only." "Miss, wait for me. I'll be right back." I watched Charles walk away and sighed, reflecting on the joys of youth. Despite being just a year older than him, I had ended up in my current miserable situation. "Miss, isn't he handsome? He doesn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to consider him??" one of Charles' classmates said, mistakenly thinking that my prolonged gaze at Charles’ back was due to a strong interest in him.

I opened my eyes and only one word came out "You?"