When It Rains • Geetrick
- Reads 3,088
- Votes 64
- Parts 20
MatureOngoing1h 14m
Last published Thu, Apr 4, 2019
he is pushing me back into the bed, eyes glazed over. and i wonder if "just friends" really means just friends.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
She's a milf... but she's my friend mom
[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...Complete
Vegas and Pete
Pete: I thought nothing of him, he was just a rich guy that hated my boss until he took me and my true feelings were shown. Our story or love it was a hard show but it was now open thanks to his messed-up mind. Vegas: I was sent for his bested friend but I soon found myself laying with him in bed rubbing his legs and kissing his lips like there was no tomorrow it was everything I could ask for.Complete
"JUST FRIENDS" ( completed)
" I LOVE HER! I CAN'T SEE HER TEARS! SHE IS WITH ME MEANS SHE CAN'T BE HAPPY! I CAN'T GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! I CAN'T " " WHY ? " " because we're " JUST FRIEND" " means " " just friends means don't have feelings" " WHAT!" " yeah! I don't want to get any feelings so I fixed this in my mind " " why? " " I don't want to be heart broken in the FAKE MARRIAGE! so I did just friend relationship to stop loving her " " WHY? " " BECAUSE I AM BAD OMEN you want to know who they're then opened it without thinking a second I did some grammar mistake because it is my first time so keep readingComplete
The Swan 2: Taking Flight
*COMPLETE*** "You're not playing fair," I whispered, shuddering when I felt his lips and the stubble on his jaw brush against the side of my neck. "I don't recall making rules," he said, lifting his head, our noses nearly touching as he stared into my eyes. "If there aren't rules, then I can't be playing unfair." "Friends don't talk this close," I said as he took a step closer. "Or touch this much." "Friends also don't respond to their friends' touch the way you are to mine," he said, bringing his hand up to my jaw and tilting my face up towards his, his lips centimeter from mine. "I personally think you set our friendship up for failure by assuming our connection could be ignored. I've never been good at friendship anyway, I say we try something I could do better at." "What could you do better at, Milo?" I asked, a shaky breath escaping me as his lips leaned in closer and only turned away from mine at the last minute. His lips brushed against my ear as his hand moved to the back of my head, threading through my hair as he whispered. "Us." Emery has been in Europe the last eight months. She deals with the challenges of being a growing star with sometimes overly interested fans and people coming back in her life now that she's succeeding. Not only that, she had to nurse a broken heart with her lover, Milo, and was doing the best she could, so good she met someone new. It seemed the new man in her life was more than enough for her feelings for Milo to dissipate, or at least she thought, until Milo contacts her. Milo's been going through some intensive personal growth as his psychologist works with him on some unresolved issues and challenges that went undiagnosed when Milo was a child. Milo is in the process of learning to break free from poisonous words that filled his head as a child. Through it all he had one goal in sight: to be well enough to be with Emery. He works up the courage to contact her but finds a lot can change in a few months.Complete
To the Beat of My Heart
I'm dating a popstar. Pretty big, yeah. Too big, it turns out. I knew this life would bring its own drama. I just... Well, I guess I didn't think I would be the one to shatter everything. I guess I should go back a bit. Hi, my name's Fletcher. Er, sorry. I'm not so great at this. I'm pretty awful, actually. Uh, where was... Right. I'm twenty-two and I have-and I hope you won't think any differently of me-but I have Tourette's. See, it's this pretty irritating little thing that kind of defines so much about me. And also it doesn't. My actions define me, not some tics of a broken mind. It can get pretty bad, but I'm not alone. I've always had people at my back, otherwise, I think I'd have given up long ago. I consider myself a decent guy. I don't do drama, okay. But we're four guys. Four very different guys on a world tour and that's four beating hearts with their own reasons to beat a little slower. Or a little quicker. My boyfriend is Clay Hudson. You've probably heard of him. He had this familiar, yet killer story of overcoming pain and a nasty drug addiction. And then he became a popstar. I know, right. It's usually the other way around. But Clay's pretty backwards like that. And I love him despite all the scars, love him because I have always loved him. I don't think it's possible for us to lose each other. I hope. Clay hurt me once. I don't ever want to hurt him, but I've been thrust into a life I was never prepared for. Kai pisses me off every time he opens his mouth; Ansel drinks when the going gets rough, hiding God knows what secret, and maybe I think I'm hurting those closest to me with some secrets of my own. I am following in the footsteps of a legend, but I'm not leaving any footprints of my own. Music is everything to me now, but I am silenced by the soundwaves, and no one dances to the beat of my heart. So, will you? --The sequel to Finding the Pure Note--Complete
(?)Friend
"I-" She cut me off by pressing her lips firmly into mine. Shit. My best friend was kissing me.Complete
Letting Love In
You are programmed one way. Programmed to think one way and act one way and love one way, the normal way -- the way preferred by society, the way that everyone around you does. But what if that way changes? What if something or someone changes it? What if they introduce you to change? Is change bad? Is being different a bad thing? What if the difference makes you happy? Isn't happiness what we should be striving for, and nor normalcy? So picture this, you are normal. You are the definition of normal. Your friends are seemingly normal and you think your life is fine, because its normal. Then someone interrupts that flow of normalcy by being different. They aren't society's vision of normal - they are different. And the thing is, they have no normal, they believe there should be no such word as normal, which just happens to be the word your entire life is based on. What then? Accept the different and deny yourself the adventure of it all? Would that be the normal thing to do?Complete
Just What The Doctor Ordered || Verkwan
"It's just..a feeling I guess. Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what. If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble. Big trouble." --- Hansol was fucked. He was fucked because as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was hopelessly, embarrassingly, and stupidly in love with his best friend.Complete
When We Were Strangers
It wasn't the kind of love I saw coming it was the kind that quietly crept in, the one you just feel even when you try not to. He treats everyone the same, I know that. But why does it feel different when it's me? I keep telling myself not to assume, yet a part of me longs for clarity. We started off as strangers, but somehow, being close to him feels like coming home. And maybe that's what scares me the most.Complete
Intoxicated
I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"Complete
[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...
More detailsContent Guidelines