Regular Show Eileen Flat Screen の小説・ストーリー

She had scrolled to the next screen when she paused, going back to the previous page. A grin spread on her face, her eyes shining brightly. “Found you,” she said. She clicked the print button, printing out the work that she had seen. A shout was heard downstairs, and Eileen frowned. She could hear her parents' loud voices. Groaning in annoyance, she left her room, going down to see what had happened. Gabriel stood with her parents, two bright palm prints on his face. “What happened?” Eileen asked, rushing to Gabriel. She grabbed his face with her two hands, turning it to look at his face properly.

“You need to see this.” Panic surged instantly. “What happened?” Instead of answering, Nina lunged for the television remote. The giant screen mounted above the fireplace flickered to life. She switched channels rapidly. Then stopped. And suddenly there she was. Elara Velcro. I sat bolt upright. The broadcast was live, a press conference. Elara stood behind a polished podium emblazoned with the Velcro Conglomerate insignia, the company logo gleaming beneath bright camera flashes. Rows of reporters filled the room.

"Are we talking old school or video games?" "You watch TV in here," Rian pointed at the 65 inch flat screen in front of me. "So I think we should go old school." He's right. One of us will end up breaking yet another brand new TV and I didn't want to go to bed in silence. It was meant to be white noise but now I've come to enjoy American sitcoms like Seinfeld and Friends. Ross is so lame. Rachel should be with someone else. I realize I'm the Ross in my relationship with Evelyn. She deserves more.

Cam shouted from the other side of the door. I groaned and rolled off Lucian, trying to compose myself. Together, we left the room and headed back downstairs. I took Lucian's hand in mine as we turned into the living room. My mother sat next to my father, a laugh bubbling from her throat, her graying hair making her look older. Cam and Rhys sat next to Adam and they were discussing the football game on the tv. Eileen stood up next to the tv mantle and pulled her leg up over her head in a stretch. She's still in her blue and white soccer jersey, her dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

Goosebumps prickle the back of my neck as I slowly rise from my seat, leaning over the table with my fingertips sprawled across the cool, transparent glass top. “So, you’re the sick bitch that thought it was okay to fuck a minor, and then pass him around like he was your most prized dildo that you wanted everyone to sample?” My voice trembles, mirroring the limbs of my body that battle to keep me upright. “How the fuck do you sleep a wink at night?” With tears rolling down the sides of her cheeks, Eileen presses the photo flat against her heart, and she closes her eyes, shutting the rest of us out as she shakes her head.

The breakfast nook, usually flooded with sunlight, now had a large, sleek black screen installed on the wall, showing eight different camera feeds: the gate, the back garden, the service entrance, and the halls. Elias sat at the island, not making coffee, but watching the screens, his lips moving silently as he spoke into a small earpiece. "Good morning, Elias," I said softly, guiding Angel to a stool. "Morning, Miss Hales. Mr. Armani is still in the study. Coffee is fresh. No toast today, I believe." He gave me a knowing look. "Just cereal, thanks." Angel, used to the house's oddities, didn't seem bothered by the screens or the serious tone. She immediately started signing and speaking shor

It was shaking slightly, letting the dark haired girl know right away she was seething. “Dad. Mom. I’m glad you remember my girlfriend, Hollis.” “How could we forget?” Eileen responded with a fake Pan Am smile, gracefully walking toward her husband to latch onto his arm. “Welcome to Hollywood. I’m sure it’s much...different, from what you’re used to.”

“…especially you, cupcake.” Elder Sesan motioned his hands to the younger woman with coal-black hair, Penelope. She stood and went to him, picking up a remote from the table that I was just noticing, and directed it towards a 75-inch TV that was smartly screwed to the wall, approximately ten feet away from us. The TV boomed on and footage began to play. I turned to Elder Sesan who had gotten up and stayed near Dan’s chair to see what was happening on the screen.

Chapter 1234 Many photos were new to Brad. He felt excited, flipping through the albums with interest. Eileen was also looking at the photos attentively. She wanted to take all these images to heart. She wanted to remember these moments forever! It was still early. Brad couldn't sleep and asked to watch TV. Eileen agreed. He was very fascinated with a cartoon series lately, which looked quite good. She would occasionally watch it with him. It was interesting and funny. Eileen pressed the button on the remote control. As she switched to an entertainment news channel, her hands trembled faintly.