All Chapters of When Best Friends Kiss: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

329 Chapters

The Hibiscus Kiss.

(TODD'S POV) "I thought you were not going to get back here." Leslie said, her chin held high even though her eyes were bloodshot red. She had gone through her rants and outbursts just minutes before she got the call from her mother telling her to wait for Todd. "I don't need to tell you how much I don't want to." I said honestly as I smoothed my hair in the mirror. "You are such a fucking jerk!" Leslie cursed. "You left me here! All alone and you dare to come back and act like—" "Are you getting in or not?" I said angrily to her as my eyes landed dead on hers. I saw the flash of fear in her eyes and then they turned venomous. With a hiss, she stalked forward and got into the car. She strapped her seatbelt in place. I had just backed out of the driveway and onto the road when she frowned and scoffed. "Who's perfume is that?" I narrowed my eyes at her. I had promised myself that I would ignore her. That I would not let her get on my nerves today. But somehow, I was just about

Her Office.

(AMANDA'S POV) I had prepared myself for another stressful and difficult day ahead. A day that involved me having to ignore Rory and act like I did not know her. Like she was not my best friend. I would have to give her a silly excuse if she walked up to me to ask if I was okay. But when I got to school, she was not in our first class together. My stomach clenched and I felt very guilty. She must be going through a lot. I could only imagine how she felt. And I was not there to be with her. To support her like I had promised her. My day in school was just as bad as the last ones. Rory was absent. She did not come to three of our classes which I knew was very unlike her. I saw Todd O'Connor with Leslie of course, but I still wanted to talk to him. To ask him if Rory was alright. But I did not know how to do that. I felt guilty. Too guilty. So when I received a text from Leslie I knew that my day could not go any worse. She told me to come and meet her in her office. Immediately.

You Came.

(RORY'S POV) Wednesday came faster than I expected. Every memorial morning, it felt the same to me. Well, except this particular one. I had woken up really early as usual, but instead of laying in bed, all covered in my duvet, I went downstairs for some water. Or maybe not. It felt like I used to be so closed up and recently over time, I have started getting used to vulnerability. Or seeking comfort from others who are not my sister Rosalie. So maybe I told myself I went downstairs for water but I really went downstairs because I wanted to see if anyone was awake. Nana was. She was seated in the kitchen, some warm tea in front of her as she went through a large album that sat in her lap. Coming closer, I saw that there were many albums and Nana was so deeply engrossed in the pictures that she did not even notice me walk in. Not until I was very close to her, and I placed a hand around her. She gasped softly and then smiled at me. "My bunny. Good morning." She told m

Flash Of Sadness.

(RORY'S POV) I couldn't move. Amanda stood there, halfway between the driveway and the garden, like she wasn't sure if she should run away or stay. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Her eyes were swimming with guilt. "Rory?" Todd's voice came from beside me, soft and worried. "You okay?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. Because somehow the words felt like they were too heavy to be pronounced. "Oh." I heard Todd saying. He had followed my line of vision to Amanda who was now coming closer. Small steps. "Did you know she was coming?" He asked in a whisper and I glanced at him sharply. "Well you look like you don't know." He hurriedly corrected. "But still, did you invite her? Before the fight?" "Yes I did. But I did not think she would come considering we have not been close. I did—" I stopped realizing I was talking in low whispers like Todd. And Amanda might still be hearing us. She was closer now, wearing the guiltiest look on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, and her voice

The Long Awaited.

(THIRD PERSON'S POV) Tia arrived when the garden was almost full. She moved through the entrance quietly, a small bouquet of white flowers in her hands. Simple. Appropriate. Her white dress was simple and modest, her hair pulled back, her face soft with the right kind of sadness—not too sad, just present. Nana saw her first. "Tia, mija." Nana opened her arms and Tia stepped into them. The hug lasted longer than a greeting. It felt like understanding. Aunt Ryan kissed her cheek. "Glad you came." Tia nodded. "I wouldn't miss it." Dad approached. They didn't hug. Didn't touch. But something passed between them—a look, a softening—that said more than words could. Then she turned. Looked across the garden. Found Rory standing near the front with Rosalie. She walked over slowly. Stopped a few feet away. "Hi girls." “Tia.” Rosalie said and hurried ro hug Tia. Then she stepped back. Rory felt guilty, not sure that Tia would want to talk to her but Tia turned to her with the warmest

Are You That Stupid?

(THIRD PERSON’S POV ) "I can't believe you, honestly!" Denver Williams said as he looked at his daughter in disbelief. "So you would have ruined everything. Just in the twinkling of an eye. Everything I worked for." He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward looking at Leslie who wanted to shrink back into the seat. "And just because of some stupid squabble over a boyfriend." His words hung, Leslie wanted to bite down on her lip; to pinch herself, to scream, to yell but she dared not to move. Her dad wouldn't hit her like he did her mum. He never had anyway. But then, he was also a king of punishments too. And even worse a king of the most hurtful words. So she stayed rigid, glued to the spot like moving an inch would cost her life. "Are you that stupid?" He demanded making her shrink backward with a gasp. "Obviously she is!" Dana threw her hands in the air. Her husband turned to her with anger in his eyes. "Don't you get me even more angry." He accused. Dana smiled

The Candy Boy.

(RORY'S POV) "And do you know what? He was holding the child like the child was an insect—" Rosalie burst into laughter, her hand over her mouth to control her laughter. "Really." Nana continued telling us wide eyed. "I knew that day that he wouldn't be so great with his children. Just take a look at him." Nana, Aunt Ryan, Rosalie and I turned to my uncle, Van, a great distance from us as he tried to get his four year old into the backseat. The little child was kicking and screaming and throwing her shoes. We had come to see them off and had said our goodbyes but my aunt and uncle were having a hard time with the kids. "Should we go and help them?" I asked seeing my Aunt Valentina scold her husband in Spanish. "If your Andrew was here, I would have taken Marco's baby, Jenna, and put her right in his arms." Nana said to Aunt Ryan, ignoring my question. "Why would you do that?" Aunt Ryan said even though she knew. "To see if he would be great with your future kids." Rosalie expl

I Know.

(RORY'S POV) I should have kissed Todd. Approaching Dad and Tia made me see that they were in their own world. Almost like no one was close to them. Dad was saying something softly, and Tia was nodding, her hand resting near his on the table. Not touching. Just... close. I cleared my throat. They both looked up. Dad's expression shifted into something careful. I knew him well enough to know he was trying to read me. Tia just smiled. Warm. Like she was glad to see me. "Rory." She said my name softly and made me feel less anxious. "Hi." I said shyly. Then I turned to Dad. "Can I... can I talk to Tia? Alone? Just for a few minutes? Please?" Dad's eyes moved between us. And then he may have exchanged a quick look with Tia. I'm not really sure. But he nodded slowly. Stood up. Kissed the top of my head as he passed. "Be nice," he whispered. Like I was five years old. I waited until he was gone. Then I sat down across from Tia, my hands in my lap, my heart pounding so loud I was sur

Everything Was Perfect.

(RORY'S POV) I am honestly too weak for any more surprises today. Seriously. I think I have had just about enough. Or so I thought. But here is another surprise, standing at the garden entrance, shifting his weight from foot to foot, Chad Anderson. Chad. He was holding something. A small potted plant—white flowers, simple, the kind you could buy at any grocery store. His other hand was shoved in his pocket. He looked uncomfortable. Out of place. Like he'd rather be anywhere else. "What is he doing here?" I heard myself say. Dad's expression didn't change. "He said he's your friend." I blinked. "My friend?" "That's what he said. Do I tell him to leave? I don't like him." Dad said immediately. I turned to Dad. "You don't like anyone." I said and Tia laughed. I looked back at Chad. He caught my eye and immediately wriggled his eyebrows at me. Yeah, it's no wonder Dad doesn't like him. "Do you want us to stay? Or do you want us to tell him to leave?" Tia asked probably worried

We Need To Talk.

(TODD'S POV) "What a creep!" I said as I pushed the door back with my leg. I had just gotten into the house and I was making my way inside with my phone held to my ear, talking to Rory. "I'm just surprised that he was able to find out about the memorial. Do people really know that?" I asked. "It's Daisyland, baby." Rory said with a chuckle. "Everyone here knows what's happening with everyone. Plus with a social Nana like yours, it's not going to be hard, is it?" "You're right." Rory said with a sigh. Of course I was right. Nana is not one to invite strangers to her home for the memorial even though if she could invite more people then she would. But I could imagine her chatting away when she went to the market or mall. "I don't like how he is trying to be all over you." I groaned annoyed. Rory laughed over the phone. "You sound so cute when you're jealous." She said and then she cleared her throat. "You don't think he is the stalker, do you?" "I don't. But I don't want him nea

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