What Is Cherry Chapstick Novels & Stories

She had to figure out a way to handle it. She opened a box, divided the cherries into containers, and delivered them to each workstation. When she reached operations, a male employee pushed a container back. "No thanks. Can't afford such expensive fruit." Someone snickered nearby. At the tech department, Charlie Jones—the glasses-wearing man who'd complained in the meeting, saying, "My wife asked if we'd get cherries"—barely looked at her. "Just leave them there," he muttered. She placed the container at the corner of his desk and turned. She heard him whisper to a colleague, "Trading three months' salary for this junk… thanks a lot."

She shut the door behind her and we went to stand in front of the arrays of basins that lined the walls. I stared into the mirror, not knowing what to say to Leah in reply. My face was void of every form of makeup and that was because I had been too tired to do anything. I spent the whole of last night crying over spilt milk. Like, was it going to bring my mother back to life or make her less dead than she was? I shuddered at my stupid train of thought. I shouldn't be thinking of her in that manner. I took my backpack from her and zipped it open. Pulling out my favorite cherry flavored Chapstick, I swiped it over my dry, cracked lips. Something to add a bit of color to my already pale person

"Oh, could I go bankrupt one day too?" Cherry ignored her question, shoving her backpack into the desk compartment, only to find it blocked by something. Leaning back and looking inside, her eyes widened instantly. Was there a little fairy casting a spell? Her desk compartment was filled with all her favorite snacks—cherry lollipops, cakes, and dried cherries. It was like a cherry bonanza. "Reyna, did you get me all these treats? It's a bit too much," Cherry said, eyeing the snacks. It seemed that she would need to prepare more fun riddles for her.

f**k. I watch as she takes a cherry by the stem in her fingers and flicks her tongue at the whipped cream on the cherry. Fuck...when did she get a cherry? I focus on the cherry as she sucks it in her mouth, like she’s teasing me before she bites it off the stem and starts chewing on it.

she introduces herself. "It's wonderful to meet you Lily," grandpa smiles and pats his lap. Lily climbs on to his lap and he grabs something from his pocket. "These were your dad's favorite candy as a child. Do you want to try it?" He holds out a cherry flavored Jolly Rancher. I do love those. "Yes please," Lily smiles and grandpa unwraps the candy before giving it to her. "You can't bite it, and don't swallow it right away," grandpa says.

I asked when he put the Neosporin away. Alexander reached into his pocket and handed me a tube of chapstick. I looked down and saw that it was medicated chapstick, making me giggle. "You have medicated chapstick in your pocket? What else do you have in there?" I reached forward playfully and Alexander laughed, grabbing my wrists as he sat back from me.

I swiped it on quickly and realized too late it was cherry flavored, making me lick my lips again. “What are you doing?” he asked suddenly. “Huh, oh, I’m just putting on chapstick,” I said quickly. “It’s cherry flavored, and it tastes really good.” He crossed his arms and tipped his head back slightly. “I bet it does,” he said, sounding irritated. I bit my lip to stop an embarrassing sound from escaping. The tension coiled tight in my chest. When he looked back at me, he reached out and barely rested his fingers on my chin before pulling my bottom lip free with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he said quietly.

She winked at him, then shrunk slightly under Rowan’s gaze, happy to leave them to it. Rowan moved to a more private booth to the side, declining the club’s drinks and offer of other women until Cherry came to them. “Well. Hi there, big boy.” Rowan’s eyes flicked up at the stripper approaching them. A cherry hair clip was pressed to the side of her red-pink hair, which waved down in loose curls. Her bright red lipstick glistened under the strobe lights, and thick make-up made her blue eyes pop. Cleavage was on show in some lingerie get-up with holey stockings and high heels.

“She mentioned that she wanted to buy marshmallows for Cherry. She took $2 and walked around half the city.” Right after she spoke, the four-year-old Cherry suddenly slapped Grapie on the back of her hand. The pink marshmallow fell to the ground, and a lot of dust and grass clippings made it dirty. “Why did you come back so quickly?” Cherry instantly lost her cool, and hatred shone in her childish eyes.

"You're not even going to try to talk me out of it? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Cool apathy to the bitter end." "I mean, if you say so. Expulsion sounds hella shitty, but it is what it is, I guess." She shrugged, then reached into her backpack to produce the chapstick. She smeared it back and forth across her lips once again. "Man, my stepdad is going to kill me. Fuck. Ah well.” I froze. Chapstick. The Serenex.