The Race_HIS GENTEEL_Me & Louis_He's Staying
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The Race
Jack and Sam have been friends ever since university and they even ended up working at the same advertising company. Sam was you typical everyday person, mostly work driven but knew how to relax and unwind when he needed to, Jack on the other hand was what you would called an adrenaline junkie. Always trying out new adventures, new challenges and what was worse jack was always trying to convince Sam of taking part. Sam was not very adventurous but still he considered himself quite active he liked going to the gym, helping out at the local 5-a-side football but some of the activities jack did s...
HIS GENTEEL
“This is a real problem for me. I don’t know how to tell her,” he sighs with both corners of the mouth pushing up.“Just tell her what you told me. Be honest. You know, best policy and all that.”“Nooo, but that’s too harsh. I cannot do that,” he boasted.“Well, then just don’t answer her calls and text and that’s it. I mean, it’s not a big deal.”“For you… but I am not like you. I’m not that kind of a person.” His smirk is starting to develop into a full smile.“This kind of situations are never pleasant for anybody, but it’s inevitable, so you’ll have to get through it.” She grabbed the beer and ...
Me & Louis
At the risk of sounding kind Oedipal, Louis’s mom had always been a stunner.It wasn’t just great genes, either-- she worked at looking young; I remember her with cucumbers on her eyes and mud masks on her face and the hum of her treadmill. Every once in a while she’d ask Louis and me if we could see her crows-feet as we sat in front of the Nintendo. Louis’s mom claimed she had to keep a youthful appearance because she was the top real estate agent in our county which meant her face was plastered on benches and billboards all over the city.Louis once told me his mother was good at her job beca...
He's Staying
“Today is going to be an amazing day.” I announce as I strut down the stairs into the kitchen.“I see you’re ready for your presentation today, dressed up all nice.” My mom comments with a smile.“Last big project of the year.” I say while grabbing a box of cereal from the cabinet.I always get excited about the last project of the year, the workload consistently waning afterwards. Perhaps I’m less excited about the project and more excited for it to be over, but who could blame me? It’s a sign of the oncoming summertime. I shove awww.onedoor.cc handful of cereal into my mouth and return the box to the cupb...