All Chapters of When Best Friends Kiss: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

(RORY'S POV) I didn't know how long I had been in bed for. I know I cried myself to sleep after the deep conversation we had yesterday. When I woke up, I was feeling too sad to move an inch and so I remained in bed for who knows how long, until the sound of my ringing phone interrupted the silence. It was Todd calling. He was actually the only reason why I had moved to even check the caller in the first place. "Hi." I greeted him softly after clicking on the receive button. "Hey baby." He greeted softly. I could hear him, the worry in his voice. "I couldn't get through to you last night. Are you ill? Is something wrong?" "I'm not ill." I told him and then sighed heavily. "But something did happen yesterday." There was a pause. "What's wrong? You can talk to me, you know that right?" I did know that. And so I did. I told him everything that happened from the beginning of the day until the end. It did not matter how guilty and ashamed I felt for my reactions. I told him everythin

(BACK TO THE PRESENT) (RORY'S POV) I was asleep when the sound of knocking interrupted me. I woke up with a start and then turned around to bring me back to the present. In my room. Hugging my pillow and holding on to my mum's framed picture like it was a lifeline. The knock came again a little firmer this time and then it was accompanied by a warm, soft call from Nana. "Bunny? Are you in there?" I got out of bed and walked to my door stealing a glance at my table clock on my way. It was seven o'clock in the evening. The whole Sunday gone with me being in my bed. I opened the door and Nana was looking at me with a smile that looked like she was sorry and at the same time hopeful. "Hi Nana." I said softly feeling embarrassment cover me up. Nana's smile brightened even more. Her hand went up to caress my cheek gently. "How are you, my baby?" She asked me and there was a bit of sadness in her eyes. "Your eyes look so swollen!" I looked away, the embarrassment wanted to just swal

The words landed like stones. Dad's face went pale. For a moment—just a moment—the mask slipped, and I saw him. Not Colonel Davis. Not the stoic father who never showed weakness. Just a man. A grieving, broken man who had lost his wife and didn't know how to save his daughters. "I know," he said quietly. The admission was so soft that I almost missed it. And when I finally processed his words, it made me wonder if he was the one who really said this. Dad continued. His tone clear and blunt. "I know I failed you." He wasn't looking at either of us now. He was staring at his hands like they held all the answers that he needed. "When my Mia—when your mum died, I didn't know how to be a father anymore. I didn't know how to be anything. So I just... kept moving. Kept working. Kept pretending that if I stayed busy enough, the grief couldn't catch me." He looked up, and his eyes were wet. I had never—never—seen my father cry. Not even at the funeral or any of the memorials. And I never

(TODD'S POV) Damn Leslie! Damn Denver and Dana Williams! Damn the whole family! I did not want to pick up the call. I hated that I even had to think about it! I hated that I knew that If I did not pick up then I was a coward. I pressed answer before I changed my mind. "Good morning, ma." I greeted, relieved that my voice sounded calm and clear. "Todd. It's too early for this, don't you think?" Dana said. She sounded displeased, sounded very unimpressed. "I have something important—" "Get back and pick up my daughter. She's waiting for you." She said simply, dismissing whatever I had to say. Like it did not matter. Because it did not matter. My grip around my cell phone tightened. "I have something very important to do. It's unavoidable, I—" "I can't believe this." Dana said with a groan. "Look here, Todd. I don't know what you think this is but you need to know how serious it is. It is very dangerous for you to be making stupid moves and so close to your geek girlfriend’s mo

(THIRD PERSON'S POV) (THE WILLIAMS' RESIDENCE) "Oh! I can't believe this spoiled brat!" Dana said angrily as she dumped her phone on the table and leaned back with her bottle of wine. Her husband, Denver, ignored her and continued having his breakfast. They were at the table in the dining room—which looked like where kings ate meals. The table was a big slab of polished black marble, expensive to the touch, surrounded by high-backed chairs made of leather. A crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting sharp light across the room and making the silverware cutlery gleam. Art that cost more than most people's homes hung on the walls—abstract pieces in dark tones, nothing warm or personal. No family photos. No clutter. No signs that actual humans lived here. Denver cut into his poached eggs, not looking up. Eating with the delicate poise of a gentleman. "The boy hung up on me," Dana continued, swirling her wine. "Hung up. Like I'm some telemarketer he can dismiss." Still nothing from