Waiting Room Lyrics Phoebe Meaning Novels & Stories

Phoebe mused out with a glare “ I am someone you know and do not know at the same time” He muttered Chuckles, “then you must have a name” Phoebe muttered with a frown moving closer to her desk “ Stop there, I will be back for a deal and about my name you don't need it now” He mumbled and flee off through the window Phoebe stood with fear and anger visible in her eye “ Why are people getting on my last nerve ” Phoebe muttered with a frown when suddenly sat upright when Joan barged in

“Phoeb, please. See, six more weeks, just six more weeks and we could finally have the life we wanted. We can finally climb up the social leather. She is a Robert, you know the Roberts right? The biggest software company. Her father is going to buy the software from us after it has been developed and we can finally be rich, Phoeb. You can finally afford any bag you want and you won’t even have to work. Just six more weeks. Come on, Phoeb, say something.” Phoebe started chuckling and then it became a full-fledged laughter. Caleb and the half-naked lady stared at her in wonder, wondering if she had lost it, if Caleb had broken her heart and her sanity too. “Phoebe?” Caleb called, not sure how

"I know this path is a challenging one, but I'm willing to wait. I'll wait for the day when your anger fades and you accept me again." Ivory didn't respond to that. Memories of the past flashed in her mind, as vivid as if they'd happened just yesterday. The pain had already been seared into her heart. Even if the wounds healed, they would still leave scars. And once the damage was done, no apology would reverse it.

Levi noticed and stopped, turning back to wait for her. Her face flushed even more. She lowered her head and jogged to close the distance. Just as they neared the apartment, Maude's phone buzzed. Orson had texted from another number. "Today's the last day of the two weeks. I'll be waiting for you to come back." Maude blocked his number once more and tucked her phone away. Before long, they reached the apartment. Levi turned to face her. "Goodnight, Maude." As she reached for the door, she felt his eyes on her, just like every night before.

Chris’s POV I sprinted down the hallway, my heart pounding in sync with my footsteps. Reaching Phoebe's door, I pounded on it with urgency. “Phoebe! Open up!” Panic laced my voice, and I could hear her rustling around inside. “Hold on!” she called, her voice shaking. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, the door creaked open. Phoebe stood there, her hair tousled and eyes wide with fear.

He decided to hang out at a 24hours fast food chain and here he plans to spend a whole night. He doesn't care if the crews look at him and talk to him here. He decided to pick up the cellphone and open the notepad. He closed his eyes before starting to write a song. Lucy stopped writing because someone suddenly called her. "Hello Phoebe, why are you still awake?" He will ask here. "Hello, the woman who owns the cellphone is drunk. She's at Heaven's Bar." Promise of the man on the other line. Lucy was thrown back into her seat and hurried back to her motor.

It was strangely quiet in the confined space, so I tried to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness. "How about some music?" A rather melancholic tune started playing right then. 'Oh, can't you see it, baby? 'You've got me going crazy~ 'Wherever you go~ 'Whatever you do~ 'I will be right here waiting for you~' I was a little surprised that the frosty bigwig would be playing such a sentimental love song on loop. "I really didn't peg you for a fan, Mr. Graham."

I could not help but grip the phone tighter. In the past, I was blind and chased after so-called freedom with Ian. My actions only ended up letting my parents down. I asked, "Mom, what about… Dad?" "Don't worry. Your father is glad to hear that you're willing to come back." I felt a tingle in my nose, and I could no longer hold back the tears. "Come back soon, okay? Your dad and I will be waiting for you at home." "Alright… I'll be back home tomorrow."

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"