Weird Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Then Chris asks, "Wanna hear some pickup lines?" Piper grins, "Sure." "Are you g****e cause you have everything I've been looking for," he starts. Piper smiles, "Good one." "Did it hurt?" Chris asks. "Did what hurt?" "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Piper bursts out laughing. "Wait. Your boobs look great in this dress," he says. Piper smiles but then remembers that it's supposed to be a pickup line. She has heard it before.

He is such a loser, why in the hell is he in front of me? “What do you want Jackson?” “How about I’ll take you out, and we can do a little something. Turn that frown into a smile what do you say?” “How about you learn a good pick up line, instead of that lame ass one that you believe girls will fall for? When you learn how to think with your head and not with your little packet between your legs than we can talk” “Why are you being a bitch, playing hard to get?” “Wow you came up with that all by yourself? I said sarcastically.

"Nice try, Taylor. But I've got one for you: Is your name G****e? Because you have everything I've been searching for." Taylor chuckled. "Touché, my friend. You've been practicing." Their lighthearted banter extended beyond the confines of the school walls. At a local mall, they found themselves in a competition to see who could come up with the cheesiest pickup lines to use on unsuspecting shoppers. D'Andre approached a group of friends with a confident smile. "Excuse me, ladies, I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?" Taylor wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He sidled up to a couple window shopping and struck up a conversation. "Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a connec

agama" eyes on you." It took all my willpower not to burst out in laughter at the hilarious pickup line, which by the way was viral on the internet, he'd just used now. Instead of laughing, I just nodded with a smile, channeling my thoughts towards escaping from the party. Just when I'd had enough of the guy, I broke in mid sentence and excused myself, saying I needed to use the bathroom, which, of course, I didn't want to use.

I guess I could admire that. "So, are these your pick-up lines or something?" I tried to sound annoyed, but I think I’m failing. "The real question is—is it working?" He wiggled his eyebrows again. I shifted my gaze back to the crowd as I sipped my juice. "I’m rather unimpressed."

"You are not supposed to see me." That pulled a genuine laugh from her, loud and reckless. She shifted her groceries to one arm, freeing a hand to point at him. "Okay, wow. Is this your pickup line? Because I've heard better. What are you, some vampire out of a n*****x drama? Something like… 'oh no, mortal girl, you shouldn't see me'." She clutched her chest dramatically. "So spooky." But the way his gaze sharpened, like a blade unsheathing made the hair on her arms rise.

“You look even better up close,” he drawls, that Midwestern accent curling around the words. “Huh?” “You’re the girl of my dreams,” Jared Beaumont says matter‑of‑factly. That has to be the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard. “You can’t be serious. Who has that line ever worked on?”

Immediately, that stranger aroused an immense dislike in me, as he looked down at my body in an undisguisedly malicious way, like the perverts who used to frequent my mother's house, from whom I had spent my entire life running away. — Oh my! Did I die, go to heaven and now I'm being welcomed by an angel? — he said, staring at me with perversion. Would that ridiculous pick-up line work on anyone? — Did you come to the party? — Party? Yes. Of course. A party is always good. — It's in the garden. I'll show you the way — I offered politely.

he said, a smile spreading across his face. I had to keep myself from laughing. “My night is already pretty great,” I lied, taking another sip of the beer. “I doubt you can top it.” “You know…” he said, there was more humor in his tone. “It’s dangerous for a pretty thing like you to be wandering around alone.” I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter. That was his pickup line? Seriously? “I’m not so delicate,” I told him. “Why don’t you prove it,” he said, pushing another beer in my direction.

I sigh sadly. "I feel like a library card since I've been totally checking you out!" He exclaims, again. "Did you notice that I'm like a best seller? Currently unavailable." I raise my eyebrow. "If you were a McDonald's burger, you'd be the McGorgeous." Lame Alert! "Thanks, Ronald, but I've already talked to enough clowns tonight." I scoff. "Excuse me, does this napkin smell like chloroform to you?" "Not as much as that pick-up line smells like desperation." I laugh so loud after this.