We're Just Normal Men Novels & Stories

I lift a sceptical brow, “To be insulted?” Did he have some kind of degradation kink? “To be normal.” There's a pause and a second where I wonder who this man before me was. Truly was. Would he tell me his name if I asked? Did I even want to know his name? “Most people find normalcy boring” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Not me. I quite enjoyed my time being normal” I laugh, “So what, you're abnormal now?”

Finishes it. No more threats. No more conspiracies. No more enemies. Just us. Our family. Our future. Our peace.

Just us. For now. *

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

Just a boy trying to be something more than what the world had made of him. And a girl trying to feel safe in a world that never was. “Maybe,” he said. They didn’t touch. They didn’t kiss. They just stood together, breathing in the same sky, looking out at the same world, hoping—maybe—for the first time—that they didn’t have to face it alone.

- Yes, we are not in remote years where a war is the most normal thing, we have to be low profile in our dealings with humans - I say "Okay, it will be without war..." he says, still surprised. I guess that's the best...

Adrian was awake too; I could tell by the cadence of his breathing. "Can't sleep?" I asked. "No." "Me neither." "Too quiet." "Yeah." We lay there in the darkness, listening to the house settle. "Do you think it gets easier?" I asked. "Being normal?" "I don't know. I've never been normal." "Me neither." "Billionaire CEO and accidental wife turned mob-fighting vigilantes," he mused. "Not exactly a normal trajectory." I almost smiled. "What do normal people do?" "I have no idea. Jobs? Hobbies? N*****x?"

"But you're right. It is over. Vivian's gone. The threats eliminated. You're safe." "So what now?" "Now?" He smiles slightly. "Now we get back to normal. Whatever that means for us." "Normal. Right." I sit up. "Three mates. Impossible choice. Looming deadline. Totally normal." "Our normal," Kieran corrects. "Which is admittedly insane. But it's ours." Through the bond, I feel their love. Their commitment. Their certainty that despite everything, this is worth it. "Okay," I say. "Normal. Let's try that."

"Now come on. Let's make pancakes with Michael and pretend we're a normal family for a few more hours." "We're not a normal family." "No. But we're ours. That's better."

He told me about a funny thing that happened at work, I told him about a design idea I'd been working on, we laughed and talked like we used to, like the friends we'd been before everything got complicated. "Thank you for this," I said when we'd finished eating, "I needed it, needed us to feel normal again." "We can be normal," he reached across the table and took my hand, "we can be better than normal, we can be what we're supposed to be." "What are we supposed to be?" "Happy," he said simply, "in love, together against the world." My new phone buzzed on the table between us, I glanced at the screen, unknown number.