What You Waiting For Novels & Stories

“I got a frozen pizza to toss on, are you hungry?” I nodded and he went out to the kitchen. I got up to walk to the bathroom and started to wash my face. I remember exactly what I told him, I just know it was too soon. Besides, he’s got so much on his plate, I don’t need him to worry about committing to a relationship right now. I just want him to be happy and I will support him through it all. I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I take it out to see Terri’s name on the screen. I answered it and she was smiling at me over the FaceTime call.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

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Adrian paced back and forth in front of the hospital courtyard, occasionally glancing towards the hospital exit, hoping that the person he was waiting for would appear soon. But after waiting for a long time, the person he was waiting for did not show up. Adrian glanced at his expensive watch from time to time, saying angrily, "Where are they, actually! It's taking so long! I've been waiting here for 10 minutes, but they still haven't arrived! What are they doing in there, anyway, that I have to wait so long! Do they think I'm unemployed or something? Damn! This is really annoying!"

"Have you heard anything from Maude yet?" Orson took a long swig. "Nope." "She's just playing hard to get. Honestly, you spoiled her way too much before. That's why she doesn't know how to value you. "Trust me, Orson. Give it two weeks. She'll be back crawling. "Only you'd still have the patience to wait for her. "My account's been blocked as well, but the old alumni group chat is still alive. I'll shake things up and get her back within two weeks."

“Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked for so much.” “Coco, you’re not asking for too much.” Astrid felt morose as she said that. She then reached for her phone and composed a text to send to Isaiah. [Coco has a dance performance at her school on Children's Day, would you go watch her?] As usual, there was no reply from him. Coco stared at the display on Astrid’s phone without blinking. Every time a notification popped up, she would become very excited. However, her excitement would only be rewarded with disappointment.

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."

"Like November. Like the dark. Like the roses dying. Like the oak tree holding on. Like waiting for something that is not coming." "What are you waiting for." "That is the thing. I do not know. I am just waiting. I have always been waiting. For Sam to come back. For my parents to be okay. For someone to see me. For someone to stay. And now people are staying. And I am still waiting. Waiting for them to leave. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the happiness to end." "And has it ended?"

I suppressed the ache in my chest and texted Matthew. [Today is Tyler’s birthday. Are you free tonight?] Across the hall, I saw him check his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down without a change in expression. As I looked at the unanswered message, I laughed bitterly at myself. I thought, ‘Whitney, get a grip. ‘You should’ve known he would never love you. What were you even expecting?’ I put my phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and walked away.

No running. Just us. For once, the world could wait. **