Until Friday Night Novels & Stories

Tarrin faked a cough again and said, “I’d rather you be at the house tonight, it IS FRIDAY, you know, and I will need you to take Ms. Parks home once she wraps up her work.” Linux turned and nodded, remembering what would happen tonight, “Oh uh, yeah, Friday night. I almost forgot, sorry.” Josey looked between the two and asked, “What’s so special about Friday?” Tarrin quickly thought of an answer, “It’s date night,” he responded before coughing and correcting himself quickly, “I mean, movie night for Linux and me.” Linux nodded quickly in agreement and responded playfully, “Yeah, we watch movies, eat snacks, and wear face masks while talking about boys, er, I mean girls, we talk about WOMEN

~ If only tonight, If this is all I got, If I can't have your love, I won't get back up this time. If only tonight, I'll race you to the sun, before the morning comes, if I can change your mind. It's only tonight, and tomorrow you're gone, and we're just a song, singing along...~ Music blasted on the speakers. She sang along with the song, driving down the gravelly road. The wind rushed in through the open windows, blowing her auburn hair around. The road was surrounded by a thick forest on either side.

"I'll be there. I start work the week after next, so it'll be a nice relief at the end. Friday night?" "Anytime, handsome."

"Cute little town. I'm passing through on my way up to Virginia for my next job and ended up stopping for a couple days to try out the hiking. But what's a girl to do at night around here?" Porter recognized the flirtation and the implied invitation. She wasn't unattractive, but he just wasn't interested and didn't quite know how to make that clear without being rude. "You're pretty well doing it. Other than Elvira's we tend to roll up the sidewalks in time for supper." "That can't be all there is to do around here on a Friday night." "This time of year, most folks are up at the high school for football. But it's an away game tonight."

“That will be the best for both of us then. We can just fix that to the weekend. Spending a weekend in a hotel is more better than spending just a day when you need to get to work the next day.” “There’s no need to come to work tomorrow…” Smith told me slowly. “Today is a Friday so tomorrow is a Saturday. All we need to do can be planned today but it would be executed fully on Monday.” I took a deep breath. “I learned that clubs are usually wild on Friday nights!” I exclaimed in pure excitement. “I will inform you about how it goes, okay? I will make sure no man tries any dirty thing with me as well. The main essence is to see how things are being done there.”

Her friend Jane said over the phone. “You know I don't do parties especially night ones. And, besides am already exhausted from working overtime today.” Madeline just entered the bus that would take her home. She heard her friend sigh heavily over the phone. “You're such a bore Madeline. It's a Friday and all the girls are having fun over here with some hot guys. You can bring your boyfriend with you as well.” Madeline hated the fact that Jane was always a persistent person. She found an empty seat by the window and hurriedly took it before anyone else would. Manhattan could become like a beast on a Friday night due to the fact that people were heading home from working during the weekdays.

Cortland The upcoming days pass quickly, and its already Friday. We're heading to a barrel race that determines the day we run - whether it's Friday or Saturday - through a draw. Austin and I are set to run on Friday, and since the show is only an hour away, we plan on hauling in and returning home after our run. Additionally, tonight is the night when Cadee and Stacy are going on a date with Declan. The family will be watching us run, and then the girls will head out for their date.

The morning of July 16th arrived, not with chaos, but with a strange, haunting silence. The deadline “July 15, 2025” had passed. The warning message, “Countdown Initiated,” had come and gone. Jason and Bella had stayed up all night in the penthouse, watching the news, checking Reed & Co.’s systems, reading every report they could find. They expected something loud like a crash, a hostile takeover, a public scandal. But nothing obvious happened.

I sit at the table and think about Friday. Just Friday.