Until Friday Night Novels & Stories

She muttered and proceeded to put out the fire. “So um, Avery.” Jeffery began with a slight frown on his face. He seemed uncomfortable and hurt and his arms were crossed before his chest as he watched her put out the fire. “How about we go out to grab lunch, tomorrow? Just the two of us?” he asked and she glanced at him. “Jeffery—” “Please, don’t get me wrong. It is not a date, just lunch.” He said as he cut in with a wave of his hand and after some contemplations, Avery nodded.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

I teased. I heard his grin over the phone. "If you could talk. I bet you bought into those rumors that I'm a fuckboy. Anyway, so, are you free tonight? I'll make it up to you. Please?" I could practically hear his wide grin on the other end. I bit my lower lip, contemplating if I should go later. I didn't go to the office today, needing some rest. Mom and Dad would be arriving later. "Hmm, maybe. What time?"

“No, I just wanted to check on you, besides, I miss you,” I did a mental eyeroll. “We fucked yesterday, besides, Lola isn’t feeling too well. I can’t leave the house right now,” Her sigh was loud, a bit dissatisfied. “Well, I can come over if you can’t come to mine,” “No!” I said a bit too quickly. “Don’t forget our agreement, Lyra. We can only meet twice a week. We can’t exceed that,” “I know, I’m just a bit addicted to your cock. Don’t forget to step into the office tomorrow. We have a meeting with Mr Michael before 12,” she reminded me.

I shot back, the words sharp as daggers. “I know.” “I hate what you did.” “Me too.” “And I don’t forgive you.” “Then let me earn it.” The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken possibilities. “Good night, Ronan,” I said finally, retreating inside, a mix of determination and confusion swirling within me. But I didn’t close the door. Not yet.

“Look, I’m just saying this to protect you. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? But I think you both need to have a good talk.” Lily hissed. “I almost said you were jealous of their relationship.” “I am. I mean, he took our friend away,” Paul shot back. and Lily smacked him again. Stacey chuckled weakly, shaking her head. “What other class are we having soon?” Lily asked. “No, we’re closing next. It’s charity day, remember?” Paul replied. “Oh, that’s true.” “What is charity day here?” Stacey asked, curiosity slipping through her sadness. Paul and Lily exchanged looks, laughter dancing in their eyes.

For the past year, every Friday at five I sit on the stage – a raised wooden platform at the back of the shop – with my guitar and play a set for the after-work crowd. My playing at the Night Owl was actually Jade's idea. He thought we should have live music on Fridays to give the place some atmosphere. Usually on Fridays after school, my friends and I will get a table near the back and spend the afternoon drinking chai lattes, sometimes getting some homework done (almost never) while Jamie flirts with Jade at the counter. They stick around for my performance, and then we go to my house and watch Netflix. Not tonight though. Right about now they're probably getting ready for the concert. Doi

"Tonight? What for?” "Mrs. Levi told me our debate was moved earlier to the end of this week,”Lucas answered simply, like Dylan was supposed to know. "It was moved to Friday, remember?" Dylan didn't remember. "Friday?" "Yes, Dylan. Friday." Lucas studied him. "Didn't you receive the text I sent you last night?" Dylan slowly reached for his pocket, taking out his phone. He opened it and read the text message from Lucas that was sent the previous night: The debate has been moved to Friday. We need to meet before then.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

Friday. The studio is quiet by seven in the evening. The building empties out by six most Fridays, the particular relief of a week ending moving through the hallways. I stay because I am in the middle of something and leaving in the middle of something is harder than finishing it.Caleb texted at six to confirm dinner at eight. I sent back a thumbs up. Two hours of work first. Then dinner. Then the explanation he promised. The brief is open on my laptop. The sketchbook is beside it. I am working between both, digital on one side, pencil on the other.It is coming together.