We are badass, badass detectives.




Crimes. Clues. Mystery. Action.



and



RomCom?

Si Trisha na di nya akalaing ang matagal nyang best friend na Bading na si RJ ang siyang tutulong sa kanya para mapalapit sa crush nya dahil sa matinding pagseselos nito tuwing nagkakaboyfriend sya, pero bakit tila iba pala talaga ang gusto ni RJ? abangan

Zoey, although wanted to stay longer in the bath, couldn't as she wanted to spend more time with Cora Ma. Maybe, catch up with her because her best friend was in an accident two months after Matthew Xi had died in their previous life. 
Therefore, Zoey could safely say she truly missed her best friend. Cora Ma's death gave Zoey the idea that Matthew Xi's accident wasn't just because he was not lucky enough. 
After all, they died in almost the same way: a trailer truck, losing control of the brake, killing who was in the smaller car while the driver of the trailer truck was both in a desperate state for money. Hence, they could do everything — even killing people 'through accidents'. 
Staring at herself through the mirror, Zoey picked up the small knife she had grabbed earlier when she headed inside the bathroom. She hovered her forefinger over the tip of the sharp knife, slowly pricking on it until it began bleeding. 
Zoey winced at the slight pain, then hastily looked back in the mirror. She felt pain... and yet, she was still here. 
With just that little test, Zoey came to believe that this was reality. That she truly went back in time to correct the impending future for her and the ones she cared for. 
Zoey smiled and so did the reflection in the mirror. Her eyes gleamed with millions of thoughts as the corner of her eyes formed another batch of tears. 
"Thank God..." She whispered, sniffing as she wiped the freely falling tears from the side of her eyes. "New life, new beginning." Zoey nodded her head, convincing herself that she would make the correct choices as per the little dumpling's reminder. 
Although she wanted to run to the XI Corporation that very moment to see him, Zoey knew it was impossible. Matthew Xi didn't know her until later. Hence, Zoey decided to take her sweet time dolling up her 22-year-old self. 
After a quick thirty minutes, Zoey found herself again staring in the mirror with her old clothes that she usually wore back at this age. A smile plastered across her lips, touching her cheek as she couldn't believe this was happening. 
Just as Zoey was staring at her reflection, Cora Ma suddenly intruded inside her room. Upon laying her eyes on Zoey, her under eye twitched in dismay. 
"Z, I know you're pretty but is this a requirement to stare at yourself this long? Don't tell me you fell in love with yourself?" Cora Ma shook her head. The way Zoey stared at herself was quite different, as if she fell in love with herself or something like that. 
"Cora, I just love this lifetime." Without turning to Cora Ma's direction, Zoey muttered which caused the latter to furrow her brows. 
"You talk like you lived in a different timeline." Rolling her eyes, Cora Ma sarcastically remarked as Zoey truly sounded weird. 
"Cora, will you believe me if I say I time travelled?" Slowly, Zoey turned and faced Cora Ma. 
"Pfft—!" Finding her words ridiculous, Cora Ma pursed her lips, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. "Yes, Z. I believe you." She replied halfheartedly just for the sake of it. 
"Cora, I have a story plot in mind, wanna hear it?" Shrugging her shoulders, Zoey ignored the halfhearted response as she didn't expect that anyone would believe her. 
They might even think she's crazy if she argued about it. Not that it would surprise anyone as she could be considered crazy. 
"A story plot?" Arching her right brow, a glint of interest flashed across Cora Ma's eyes. 
"Time traveling." Zoey smiled, winking at Cora Ma as she strode towards her. "Money, Power, and Influence, Evalyn had it all... or did she?" Stopping in front of Cora Ma, Zoey grinned. 
"Huh? You already have a name?" Surprised at the opening remark, Cora Ma mused with raised brows as she nodded her head. 
Zoey chuckled, shaking her head as her best friend truly liked to notice little stuff. "She wanted to go on a love venture, and decided to find her one true love in funeral parlors." Bearing a large grin, Zoey narrated which made Cora Ma chuckle. 
"Pffft— Funeral parlors?" As they headed back to the office, Cora Ma found this story a romcom which was quite interesting in a way. Hence, she felt the need to listen more about this absurd idea. 
"Yes!" When Zoey plopped down on the couch, she nodded her head. "Little did she know, just as she entered her car to go on her venture under the influence of alcohol, her true love was just in the backseat of her car... bleeding to death." Recalling how she met Matthew Xi eight years from now, a hint of gentleness displayed on her lips for a brief moment. 
"Really, Z? This is totally a romcom." Shaking her head, Cora Ma could not help but be amused that Zoey already had an idea on which road the story would go. 
"You make me envious that even in writing a story, you seem to have a hidden talent in it." Cora Ma remarked, her tone contradicted her words for enviousness. "You know, if you have this idea, you should write it. I don't think I can steal someone else's idea. I'd rather rob a bank than steal other people's stories." In a matter-of-fact tone, Cora Ma shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. 
Although she found the story interesting, Cora Ma didn't think it would be hers if Zoey already had a concrete idea about it. It might be a waste of time if Zoey wouldn't write it, but what else could Cora Ma do?
"You don't want it?" Arching her right brow, Zoey tilted her head to the side. 
"No, thank you. But I would like to hear the rest of the story." 
"Alright, I'll write it then." Zoey shrugged her shoulders, thinking it's not a bad idea to write everything that she could remember in her previous life. After all, it would also help her refresh what there's to remember and notice what she failed to notice or rather, chose to ignore in the previous lifetime. 
"You will? Wow... I really think you're a different person." Surprised that Zoey seemed determined to write the story down, Cora Ma's eyes widened. "So, the story... the man bleeding to death in the backseat is the male lead? Does he have a name already?" Changing the subject, Cora Ma inquired where they left off. 
"Hmm... Levi." Rubbing her chin, Zoey contemplated the name that she found something interesting in her previous lifetime about their names while she was bored. 
"Levi, huh? Not bad. Evalyn and Levi, I see." Nodding in understanding, Cora Ma was amused that Zoey could pick 'random names', because Cora Ma often found naming her characters a little troublesome as she always looked up deep meanings behind their names. 
"But his nickname will be... Browny." Proud, Zoey grinned as she didn't want to change that nickname ever. 
"Hahaha! Gosh! He will be a pet, wouldn't he?" Upon hearing the ridiculous nickname, Cora Ma burst out laughing. "You'll be a sadist writer, Z." In between her waves of laughter, Cora Ma shook her head sideways.


Money, power, and influence, Zoey Zhou had it all… or does she?

Zoey Zhou, a 28-year-old self-established businesswoman whose only talent was to earn money and to earn even more. As a woman whose years were spent chasing those money signs, Zoey had nearly forgotten that her exciting prime years were nearing its end.

The reason she had gone in search of her companion for life. However, how could a 28-year-old desperate woman find her soulmate if the greatest hurdle was Zoey, herself?

Was it because of her standards? Heck, no! She has no standard at all! Then why, you ask? 

Well, it was because of one simple reason: Zoey was particularly attracted to men who were not interested in her! And to make things worse? She loses interest once they had reciprocated the feelings!

What would happen if the desperate and narcissist drama queen Zoey becomes the heroine of the mysterious and the weirdest man on earth?

Will spring come forth? Or, just another disaster will ensue?
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EXCERPT:
"Are you sure you're not crazy?" Zoey Zhou narrowed her eyes as she leaned closer to his imperious mien.

"Hmm?" 

“I mean, how can you not like the pretty me? Say, should we kiss and see if it will ignite some spark?” The corner of her lips curled into a grin while her brows moved up and down suggestively.

Slowly, the man raised his eyes to meet her playful countenance across the table. Blinking once, his eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips. He stared for a moment at her red, provocative lips before he opened his mouth.

“Kissing you,” he said, raising his finger to point at her lips, “means your lipstick will smear on mine. I'm afraid I must refuse.”

“Lame.” Zoey Zhou scoffed as she drew away from the table. “I knew it. He’s gay, tsk.” Zoey Zhou murmured. Alas, right after she blurted out her last remarks, her wrist was grabbed by his huge hands and without missing a beat, the man pulled her back to his embrace.

“I heard that. Do you want to confirm the validity of your claim?” His voice was deep and yet so alluring. He leaned his head closer to hers, his musky smell emanating sexiness as a glint flashed across his pair of playful eyes.

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Im currently seating in a limo with three girls ,one with ugly braces ,one that cant stop gushing at herself and one reading girls online: on tour, i feel like the only one not doing something which is fine by me 

then the girl gushing at herself looks at say can you please stop staring at me i know im beautiful but at least have some dignity and i say"why would i want to stare at you for christ sake how high do you think of yourself"and she doesn't say anything and goes back to looking at herself 

Then the limo stopped and the driver tells us to come down and a woman with long straight black hair says"stand in an horizontal line" and we do just that and she continues"my name us miss brooklyn wealth the second winner of miss popular mismatch and also your principal in this school they are absolutely no rules this us a school made for fun if you like have sex in the hallway no one cares but you do not on any occasion talk back to me is that ok" and we all say yes ma and she says"you can go" and we all go our seperate ways i weng to the receptionist took my room key when to my dorm and fell flat on the bed till
the next day

*******
I woke up wirh the sound of a girl screaming and i listened to what she was saying and she screams"holy mother of mary suck me " 

The fuck did she just say and jesus christ im going to have nightmares for life not my lucky day

So i change to my uniform and headed down to the school area and start walking majestically swaying my hips without a care in the world and instantly bump into someone the person didnt even flinch but i find myself on the cold hitting my head hard on the floor now i regret not looking at where i was going then i look up and lock eyes with taylor blacksmith you know i kinda stalked him i wouldnt want to get on his bad side while me trying to make it a romcom stands up flip my blonde hair and walk off but instantly get dragged back by someone pulling my hair this is definitely not a romcom

Taylor says"who do you think you are walking away without an apology " and i say sarcastically" um duh your mother, children of nowadays have no respect for their parents" 

Then taylor laughs and says" look who think there how you doing tinkerbell "
My smile literally drops at the nickname he just gave me and i say"i which i could say the same iron man but you know i will be lying bye u hope i never see you again" and he says" but i never got my apology"

And i walk to my first class caculus why is it always my first subject the horror well my conversation with taylor went better than expected
******
I sit down alone during lunch at the end of the cafiteria and a girl with long black hair and hazel eyes started aporoaching me with a tall well built brown hair falling on his face covering his hazel eyes and they sit down beside me and i says " um hi"and the girl says "hi im georgia and this is my brother austin" and i say my name is tessa nice to meet you and she says my pleasure your new right a miss popular mismatch winner then i say yes i am

then austin says we just came here to warn you about this school this contains the best bullies in the world so if your going to survive you have to do this three things
1. Dont get close to taylor blacksmith
2. Dont ever say you're a virgin tormet for life my sister
3. Never and i mean ever ignore diana monacree when she is talking to you 
You understand sweety, and i nod my head and say who is diana monacree then georgia says the queen bee of thus school and taylors girlfriend everyone hates but we pretend to like her because her mom owns the school 

Then i say thats totally unfair if she gets on my nerves i wont hesitate to slap her then austin says dont worry if that ever happens we will be planning your funeral then i slap his shoulder and say well i cant die along you will diffinitely join me.

Then austin says sorry baby girl im to young to go to hell and georgia says let go to the music studio i want to practice my new song before lunch is over

Then we head to the music studio and i swallow my remaining food fast when im hungry i dont care if i look like a pig i think i look like seductive queen the greese all over my mouth adds to the effect 

and we stop at the studio and my  mouth drops and starts playing drag with the floor and georgia says i know its a beauty and close your mouth we dont want a goose entering i may look smart but im not a doctor definitely not a doctor and we enter and i see different types of instrument

and georgia says i rap and sing theirs a competition called swim festival the person with the best swim suit will win a control the person of their choice for a whole week if i win im going to control diana she will regret being born ,and she starts laughing like magnificent ok creepy and austin says ok we have shown her lets go and  but i was about to bear  him on the shoulder he moves out of the way and i end up beating taylor very had on his back then he turns around and says it looks like you havent learnt your lesson if you want a night with me just say  but your just like being an  attention seeker and i say firstly im not a one night stand kind.of person and i dont want to sleep with you and im not an attention seeker you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time so fuck off i dont to see your sorry for an excuse face ever again and he says wow my face is so for an excuse it looks like god was making you he was sleeping and having a nightmare and i assure you that you do not want to mess with me and i promise you i will make your life a living hell bet it with me i never break a promise and he walks away with a victory smirk on his face oh fuck him

Well end of chapter two i finally updated the book  yes guys so let me just says the will be alot of stupid quotes in this book i hope you guys like it and yes guys taylor and tessa got into their first official fight i knew i should have brought popcorn and i ended eating my finger nails imagine a girl with a finger without a nail now thats how i look like 
Well vote and comment love yall💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖



Tessa Coleman is a normal 17 year teenager that is devastated that her crush has a girlfriend until she found out she just won miss popular mismatch a school specially for player and queeens on the block do you think she can ever be popular


Taylor Blacksmith a charming young teeenger who is the current king of snowdrop academy but has a strong ego and a very sad and complicated past what will he do when him and Tessa become lab partners will they be friends or enemies or maybe even lovers

find out in MISS. POPULAR MISMATCH

This is my first chick-lit/ romance novel and I'm stepping out of my comfort zone.
The Movie Deal
= This novel will revolve around the struggles of being a celebrity and what's really going on behind the camera. A story about restoration, forgiveness, a piece of life, and reality. This will all reflect in the protagonist, Tamara Wallace, who overcomes the chaos of Hollywood.
~*~
Being one of the most successful and well-known actresses in Hollywood is both a blessing and a curse— or at least for Tamara Wallace. She thrives as an actress, earning the spotlight in the industry that leads to getting many opportunities and movie deals. But that was before her controversial break-up with Caesar Perish, the actor everyone swoons over, breaks the internet. That was before she's accused of cheating, before her best friend throws her under the bus, before she lost in an award show, and before her career starts to go downhill. Through this rough patch of her life, she concludes that the only way to climb the ladder is to have a great movie deal that will make her shine like before. She's persistent, and she's keen to win another award show next year to prove her worth in the industry. Until one email from a director gives her the opportunity to shine. But it comes with a consequence she needs to overcome to save her career: she has to compromise her feelings with Caesar Perish in a RomCom movie deal. How long can her professionalism last until she finds herself reconciling with her ex-boyfriend?
~*~
Reminder: This book might contain possible errors and inconsistencies because this is the first draft. It will be edited soon once I've finished the whole book.
This is a work of fiction, and the views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the author. Likewise, certain characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
The Movie Deal
Copyright © 2020 Armeia Aguilar
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Being one of the most successful and well-known actresses in Hollywood is both a blessing and a curse- or at least for Tamara Wallace. She thrives as an actress, earning the spotlight in the industry that leads to getting many opportunities and movie deals. But that was before her controversial break-up with Caesar Perish, the actor everyone swoons over, breaks the internet. That was before she's accused of cheating, before her best friend throws her under the bus, before she lost in an award show, and before her career starts to go downhill. Through this rough patch of her life, she concludes that the only way to climb the ladder is to have a great movie deal that will make her shine like before. She's persistent, and she's keen to win another award show next year to prove her worth in the industry. Until one email from a director gives her the opportunity to shine. But it comes with a consequence she needs to overcome to save her career: she has to compromise her feelings with Caesar Perish in a RomCom movie deal. How long can her professionalism last until she finds herself reconciling with her ex-boyfriend?

We weren't quite dating... yet anyways. I know he likes me... it's just a matter of time before he asks me out. He make a Tik Tok account just to follow me on. He also found my Instagram.

Today, Azahel, Miss Corona virus and I hungout on the stairwell for sun. It would be our last time hanging out for sun because I start track next week. As excited as I am to start track, I'm also sad. I won't be able to hangout with Azahel anymore. We were just starting to get to know each other better.

I kinda wanted it to be just me and him but Corona decided to hangout after school with me and I can't just brush her off because... that's rude.

I had sat in the very right of the staircase and he sat on the left side while Miss Corona was sitting I front of me on the actual stairs. She smiled at me knowingly. She better not tell him.

She looked over towards him and said something in Spanish. He looked at her then me. He started to scoot towards me. I was shocked and scared at the same time. I didn't know what to expect. He was smiling as he made his way towards me. After he was sitting by me she said something else in Spanish and I stared back confused while he scooted even closer.

 My breathing increased rapidly as well as my heart rate. His whole right side was touching my whole left side. I avoided looking at him for if he looked back I would surely self combust. He was so close... but still not close enough.

I gave Shorty my phone and she was completely gone from us. It was as if she had been thrown into another place and time. She was anywhere but here.

Both of our legs were propped up at the same comfortable height. He placed his right arm on his right leg. I alternated from my left to right hand as I played with his fingers. I really wanted to lace my fingers with his. I couldn't build enough couarige to do it this.

Just when I was about to give up on the idea, He stretched his fingers like he was asking for it. "This is my chance," I thought, as I slowly laced his right hand with my left. I did it slowly enough to where he could've moved his hand away. I squeezed it a little, and he squeezed back. I looked at him. His eyes had a foreign joy in them. They were shinning. He was smiling. I smiled to. "He's so cute..."

Not only was my whole body was hot and sweaty, but I was also shaking. Me the biggest extrevert ever, SHAKING! Unbelievable! I tried my best to hide it but I know he felt it. He placed his other hand on top of our intertwined fingers. I think he was trying to calm down. I was tired so I decided to lay my head on his shoulder. I was very much at peace. 

It felt like a dream. I was living in a movie. My life is a RomCom. I hope things can always stay this way. I want to be forever in bliss... with him.

Angel is trying her best to find love but that proves to be easier said then done what she realizes she still is in love for an old friend...

Orders just came rushing in with no end in sight. I was about to break under the pressure but luckily the manager finally got the last order slip on the counter. My back was already covered in sweat because of this stuffy waitress uniform that if I sat down I'd feel wetness of my back. I sighed in relief that the last plate on the counter I serve was going to be the last one. I do feel a bit sad that I basically ruined this perfectly good black and white waitress outfit, it looked pretty cute too. Then again, it does get washed every work cycle.

Before I could enter the women's dressing room, I saw Jake's annoyed face glaring back at me. He clearly had it rougher than me but I just didn't care. He had to help with the cooking while I was just a simple hostess or waitress. Also because I didn't know how to cook...

I shot out my tongue in return from his ugly face then proceeded to enter the room to change. My exhaustion was about to hit my legs as I wobbled into the room. I'm not built for the rush of life.

The old man needed an extra hand since one of their employees accidentally broke her leg. Zeke was even willing to pay me double for such a short notice but I insisted that I didn't need it. In return of course, I could bring Jake help out with me. He was just free labor.

After finishing changing into my more casual outfit, I waited by the empty plastic tables of the restaurant. An extremely annoyed Jake eventually came out of the dressing room and out of his chef's clothing. I never actually saw what any of the boys looked like outside of school so seeing Jake being so stylish was a bit bizarre. Maroon shorts, yellow shirt, and an open red gym jacket.

Jake: What the hell was that!? I thought we were just going to chill or something not work!

Mako: It was an emergency and you happened to be around. Be grateful, you could put this down as experience and you're getting paid. I think...

Jake: That's not the point, Mako. Great! The sun is completely down. How the hell do I explain this to my folks now... I didn't even tell them I was going to leave.

Mako: Geez, you're already 18. You still need to tell your parents where the fuck you are?

Jake: Yes, not because they said so. It's because I don't want to worry them, alright? Don't your folks get worried when you don't arrive home early from work?

Mako: I don't live with my fucking parents.

Jake: What!? You live alone?

Mako: No, I live with Josh. The first year. Technically, I live with his family. Nothing serious. Just bunking in.

Jake: That first year from school!?

Mako: Yeah, I thought I made that pretty fucking clear.

Jake: It's hard to take what you say seriously sometimes. Your deadpan responses make it sound like your messing people all the time.

Mako: How would you know that?

Jake: Well, we've sat next to each other for the last three years. It's hard not to notice it. At first I thought you were just some ass.

Mako: I didn't notice. Too busy doing things at that point.

Jake: Doing things? Like this part time work?

Mako: Obviously.

Jake: The way you talk to our classmates sure is a bit entertaining. But that's why I didn't want to talk to you.

Mako: It's not like I give a fuck though. Nobody is interesting enough for me to care about. If there was then I'd still be pretty annoyed at them.

Jake: Why?

Mako: Because I'm the main character.

Jake: Main character? Geez, didn't think you'd have a narcissist streak on you.

Mako: You have to uphold yourself at some point. If you don't, people will just trample you because they'll think you're a nobody.

Jake: Talking from experience?

Mako: Don't push it.

Jake: My bad, hahahaha. I'm going to be pretty sore tomorrow though. That old man worked me to the bone. To think, you work like this almost everyday.

Mako: Not everyday. This was just an instance. I do other things too. Hey! Old man! Is it alright if I let one out?

Jake: Let one out?

Zeke: Here's the usual. Thanks again for your help especially on short notice.

Mako: No problem, call anytime. I'm there as long as there's money.

The old man made some egg based dishes then placed it in front of us as well as an ashtray for me. Revealing my pack of cigarettes to Jake, he opened his eyes pretty wide. Guess it must always be a shock to people whenever I do this. I started to light one up but before I could, he swiped my lighter away!

Mako: Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?

Jake: It's bad to smoke y'know! Old man, why are you letting her do this?

Zeke: She's not my daughter. She has the ability to make decisions on her own. Besides, she is far more capable than you think.

Jake: That's not something an adult should say…

Zeke: I trust her that she knows what she's doing, little boy. She's far when it comes to mental age for me to say anything anymore.

Jake: But smoking? Why!?

Mako: What's it to you anyway! You're not my friend or anything. Sit the fuck down already and give it back to me!

Jake: Hell no! It doesn't matter if I'm your friend or not! I just don't want someone to smoke! It's bad!

Mako: I'm giving you about the count of two seconds. If you don't give it, I'm going to give you a new reason to hate me.

Jake: … Tch. Fine!

Zeke: Told you, little boy.

Jake: Shut it old man…

He tossed me back my brass lighter then I lit one up. The release felt a lot better this time especially since I had nothing to do earlier. It feels good to puff one after a good job. Jake's face looked agitated which wasn't a surprise. Part of me wanted to mess with him even more, though I think he'd just take it personally unlike cinnamon roll.

Mako: So? What did you want to talk about? What was so fucking urgent that you needed to call me out?

Jake: Oh it was nothing urgent. I just needed to talk.

Mako: Who the hell does that when you could just direct message?

Jake: My friends, duh. We tend to call a bunch in a group then meet up somewhere like this. Except we don't go to a busy diner like this one. Somewhere like a family restaurant or something.

Mako: This is a family restaurant.

Jake: I mean like a quiet one. This one is far too busy to just chill.

Mako: Chill? What are you twelve?

Jake: Ugh, yeah whatever. Yeah, we would chill somewhere and just talk.

Mako: Sounds like a waste of time.

Jake: Well sometimes we would study too.

Mako: How's that working out for you?

Jake: I don't want to talk about that…

Mako: So I guess this means that you would've brought me somewhere for nothing. It's a good thing the old man brought us here.

Jake: You're pretty harsh. I just wanted someone to talk to.

Mako: About what? I don't think we have that many things in common.

Jake: You don't know that. We don't talk that much, just give it a chance alright? Besides, no one in my friend group right now wants to talk right now anyway.

Mako: Aren't they supposed to be your friends or something? Not that I have one for reference.

Jake: You have that Mera girl don't you? You two seem to hangout quite a lot.

Mako: It's complicated. She's more of my slave. Someone I can dish out my frustrations to.

Jake: Wow, you really are mean.

Mako: I don't give a fuck! You already know that. How many times do I have to re explain that? You people are so fucking dense, I swear.

Jake: Anyway! Something just happened between us all. I just wanted someone to hear me out a bit, especially someone that doesn't have a bias to anything related in the group.

Jake continued to look down onto the ground but I was already too busy eating to pay anymore attention. Though I was listening, the taste of Zeke's cooking always hits right that I ignored the atmosphere. Actually now that I think about it, isn't this something his older brother wanted to know. But is it right to make their experienced someone else's story? Part of me just doesn't want to do that.

Jake: Hey! Are you even listening?

Mako: Pretty sure I am.

Jake: Then quit stuffing your face already!

Mako: Is this really a problem though? I'm just going to be frank with you. Does this really fucking matter since y'all are just going to split up in the next year anyway. Some people are going up to the north of Polarity, other south, and most to Hojo.

Jake: Friendships can and will last if they're rock solid.

Mako: Shut the fuck up with that cheesy romcom lines. I mean think about it. What about your friends from middle school? Or grade school? Weren't they supposedly your best friends at that time. Now I'm even betting that you don't even remember their names.

Jake: Erk…

Mako: The evidence shows. Your friendships are quite shallow aren't they? If you're having this fight for so long then maybe you guys aren't friends in the first place.

Jake: Hey! We're not fighting or anything!

Mako: Then call them. You said it before that they'd usually answer or something. If it's not a fight then why aren't you guys actively patching things up? Isn't that what friends do? If someone is your friend in that group call one of them now. See if any of them pick up.

Jake: Yeah but it's…

Mako: Awkward? I figured so. Anyway, you have your answer.

Jake: Answers?

Mako: You already know deep down, don't you. You just wanted affirmation. In there you already knew. A glue doing it's best to keep things together. A sad reality that I'm glad I'm not in.

Jake: Why are you like this?

Mako: Because it's who I am. Why would I want to be someone like you? Just another plot engine of some kind of romcom trope.

Jake: … You're the worst at talking.

Mako: I know I am.

Mako, an unlikable girl that only loves to care about herself, sees herself as her own main character in this crappy city of Polarity. However, Mera drops expectedly into her life showing her that she's not the only main character in this world. Now Mako has to watch over Mera as she stumbles through her rowdy life which infuriates Mako who only wants to fulfill her dreams of being a writer.

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I suppose I should start with a self-introduction?
Of how it all began? Of the Phenomenon that came forth? Of how my gentle meander of a life slipstreamed into a rushing waterfall and eventually thrusted me into the cold depths of the ocean?
Well, screw that. And screw this life too.
And as for a self-intro, well...
You could call me Anon. Or any shitty self-insert MC you'd see in any generic cultural drivel they call weeb stuff these days. You know what I mean. Light novels, manga, anime, and God-forbid, live action adaptations of those.
Hmm? What are you saying?
You don't like self-inserts? Too bland?
Too bad.
Well what about those Gary Stu types and overpowered bastards who are entitled to be the protagonist by simply existing? Get a load of their egos and abilities straight out of a chuunibyou's wet dream of being the world's  strongest and becoming the owner of a harem that has more odalisques than King Solomon himself.
The higher you go, the louder the fall.
It sounds like an escape from reality, no? But the best selling shit these days and the only template that gets on my nerves is the isekai genre. Google it up if you haven't heard of it. It's a literal embodiment of escapism, and it's mass-produced in the dozens. An entire season could come and go without missing the whole transfer from this reality to another.
But most of all, I really hate this current reality so much that I would love to try being hit by a truck and transported to world where I could be the overpowered guy and live a rose colored life.
I was content to be a simple romcom protagonist living out my youth inside a computer screen, while my real youth is being wasted on desiring and emulating. Now that that the pixels and chibis are floating within the deadzones of my eyes and the existential horrors they possess, I realized that wishes weren't something you returned nor exchanged.
That's rich considering I haven't had such thoughts before the Phenomenon came forth. I would have welcomed a reality diving into a delusion, but a delusion going out into reality? I would learn that this question is correctly answered by: "Hell, no", at the cost of my lifestyle.
Prior to that, I didn't had a life noteworthy of being well... noteworthy. I'm an average student living with my average family with an average lifestyle. You could take millions of people like me and put us side by side and you wouldn't spare me a sideways glance. A drop of individuality is easily swallowed by a gallon of collective identity. Some, especially like me, lose color just as quick even just by entering a classroom, a pseudo-microcosm of society.
But that hardly matters for me back then. I was a bit obsessed with playing visual novels. It was the only thing that mattered for me. It was the epitome of culture; the ultimate blessing of man's wisdom. It transcends identity issues and whatnot by providing me with:
Art!
Plot!
Music!
Voice Acting!
And best of all, the myriad of choices that came with it. How I love the alternate endings and debating which one was canon! It was far more satisfying than my unsatisfying life.
But the Murphy's Law and the laws of causality ensured that my life of free-falling in a kinetic novel-esque direction would take a rather abrupt turn and give me the choices that I would use to change my life.
Note to self: choice is but an illusion in a pre-determined path. Is it really a set of choices when the other choice is an undesirable one and 10/10 instances that no one would choose it? Leave it to the philosphers to debacle that and I'll always pick the easy way out.
I wasn't sure how this happened. For the record, there was no dream, no magical books, no angered gods, no magical devices, no scientific event and definitely no catalyst were used, disturbed, immersed or even thought of when it began or even before that.
Nothing grandiose; just waking up one day that everything had gone wrong.
The moment I woke up on a random day... no, even before that, the choices began to flitter in front of my eyes.
The lack of nightmares probably made it clear.
That it made its way into my reality...
And thus my life as a visual novel protagonist began.
Choices
1.) Play (and silently accept your fate).
2.) Play (while screaming internally).

See the world through the eyes of our unnamed protagonist, who wakes up being subjected to the fate of a visual novel protagonist: forced to make a choice of the lesser evil and be inexplicably surrounded by cute girls he had never seen before. Will his choices lead to a start of rose-colored wonderful harem life? Or will he take the path of mayhem and learn the truth behind this Phenomenon?

It's really up to the choices he makes!

The car ride to their first destination was comfortable silence. Branch kept looking at Paris and blushing when she caught him. He drove them to a movie theatre. He rushed around to her door and opened it with a huge grin on his face. Paris blushed and stepped out of his truck.

"What are we gonna see?" Paris turned around and smiled.

Branch blushed, "Well...um...I was gonna suggest the latest RomCom but you look to good to go to the movies-"

Paris sent him a look that shut him up in seconds he knew how much she wanted to see that movie and he thought he could back out of taking her to it. Ha! He thought wrong. Paris grabbed him by the hand and led him straight to the ticket booth.

"Hi we would like to see Sarah's Story, please."

The girl at the ticket booth looked at Branch and nodded.

"$12.50 please"

Branch fumbled for his wallet and handed the girl the money.

"Here ya go. Theater 5. Row G seats 8 and 9. Thank you and enjoy 'Sarah's Choice'."

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After the movie was over, Paris thought that they were gonna call it a night and head home but Branch had other plans. Branch drove them over to the edge of the woods located on the outskirts of the their town.

"Where are we going?" Paris asked as she climbed out of the truck. "It's a surprise; but first I need to know, do you trust me?" Branch turned and trapped Paris between him and his truck. She was encaged by his arms, body, and truck. She blushed, "Of course?" Branch then picked Paris up bridal style and carried her through the woods and into a clearing.

Once they made it to the clearing, Paris was in awe at the picnic that was played out before her. "You did all this for me?" She whispered and turned in Branch's arms. There was enough light for her to see the light blush that crept up his neck and reached his ears.

Branch set her down like she was a princess and he was her knight in shinning armour. She looked at the picnic and noticed daisies, chocolate strawberries, cake, and all her favourite dishes. "Did you really make all of this for-," Branch hushed her before she could say anything else and nodded. Paris smiled and the smiled reached her eyes which then made them sparkle in the moon light.

"Paris, Im gonna be completely honest, I have found you beautiful since the day I first met you. You single handedly made chem go from boring as heck to my favorite class. You are one of the very few people that I actually looked forward to when I went to school. I messed most of my chances up in the past but I can't tell you how happy I am that your giving me another. I made a promise to myself that I am going to only be the best me I can possibly be just for you. I've wanted to be able to call you mine for the longest, I've wanted to say I love you, I've wanted to be able to hold you. I hope this worked, because all of this i 100% truly feel."

Paris blushed and smiled, "I never expected you to say that or be so open with me. We have know each other our entire lives but I have expected you to be this sweet. Thank you for showing me this side of you. Never be afraid to let me in."

Branch pulled Paris into his arms and layed on the ground. They stared up at the stars until they fell asleep peacefully.

When Branch awoke he was laying on the ground with Paris laying on his chest and snuggled into his side. He smiled and sighed a deep breath. He never knew he could be so happy as he was right now.

Ahana:-
My mind kept drifting in the depths of the memories of the most beautiful night of my life till now, that Namchan was a huge part of and I hated to admit it that Namchan was the reason of the smile that was glued to my face the whole night and even now.

The moment when Namchan covered my revealing, shivering body with his sweater brought feverish smile on my face and I blushed even after hours later of the incident. The sweater covered me till my knee and I am sure I looked like a couch potato in it but I could see the way his eyes were adorning me and it made me want to fly night in the sky as I was literally on cloud nine that atleast someone didn't looked at me as if I was a meal to eat up.

Then the way we walked through the dimly lit roads with hands in hands like a picture perfect  couple gave me goosebumps all around my body just by remembering the memory. 

And then the realization hit that I disclosed him the biggest part of the deepest secret that i tried my best to hide for so long. It was as if he didn't even needed the effort to get it out of me. My mind trusted him so much as a friend that it didn't think twice to spill it out.

My was smile starting to fade once this thought but soon the memory of the "accidental" kiss came up, and I was too embarrassed to even lie on the bed straight without hiding my face in the pillow rolling to my side and smiling like a silly little girl.

I loved how Namchan's plump and soft lips feeled on me. I loved every little moment of the kiss. I loved the small peck, how his soft lips just brushed on mine making me melt in his embrace. I loved how he gently but passionately kissed me once I let loose, how he pulled on my bottom lips before stopping. He surely knew how to treat a girl like a mature gentleman. I was starting to get feverish for his touch, for his lips, for his presence,  for the specific smell my nose got excited whenever he was around me.

And then I remembered I had his sweater and i got up faster then ever and did something I would have never thought of doing ever but here I was cuddling with his sweater.

But my thoughts were not in a cute position as i was cuddling his sweater. Sure the sence sounded like a a romantic night school romcom. But my mind decided to take another route. My mind started on it's own imagination and needless to say I was hella enjoying it.

His toned naked body with a tight pair of leather trousers started floating in my mind. My mind imagined him bringing two lace strips to me and we tied one on each other's eyes blindfolding each other. My mind imagined him tieing me to the bed and I knew it was pretty accurate because no matter how cute he was still his aura shouted controlling dominant and I was not complaining.  

I was enjoying the imagination way too much trying to imagine the sence in more vivid way. But luckily before things got more spicy I was smart enough to control my mind and tell myself that he was a friend and thinking these kind of wild imaginations are nothing but wrong.

But I knew I cannot trust anyone more than him in the world and finally for the first time in my life I got a friend so I didn't want to loose him at any cost and be alone forever again.

So I decided to let loose  and be myself around him.

Witness the life of Namchan who seemed to be a regular 22 year old student working two jobs but has a fantasy for every moment, changes when Ahana appear in his life who was a mystery needed to be solved and unfold by him. 
 See how love finds it's way through two cold hearts, one deprived of love and one which was too cold to feel any affection and then both of them cross all the obstacles to be together. 
Will it be a happy ending? To know, follow them through the journey of their life through love and pain.

This is not a fanfiction story....its a romance-fantasy-fiction story. Any similarity to any situation in the story to anyother story or real life is coincidental as this story is simply my imagination. Enjoy the story and plzz vote if you like it. Thank you.

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