All Chapters of When Best Friends Kiss: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

331 Chapters

Cold Hands.

(RORY'S POV) Dad was right. This was no news, and I had known this was coming. I had seen the text on Tia's phone. I had known for days. But hearing Dad say it out loud was different. It made it real. "I want your blessing," Dad said. His voice was softer now. Vulnerable. I rarely saw him like this. "I know I don't need it. I know you're my daughter and you'll love me no matter what. But Rory, I want you to be okay with this. I want you to be happy for me. For us. And I want you to accept her." I looked at my father's face. The hope in his eyes. The fear. The love. He was asking me. He was putting his happiness in my hands. My heart squeezed. "Dad." I held his hand in mine. "Tia and I have spoken. I know that you may still be worried, but we are good. She is the sweetest person ever. I support what you have." I thought about my mother. About what she would want. About what she would say if she were here. I thought about all the years Dad had been alone. All the years he had worked

The Watch.

(TODD'S POV) The first thing I felt was pain. Not sharp pain. Not the kind that makes you scream. This was deeper. Duller. Like my whole body had been hit by a truck and then left on the side of the road. Wait. I had been hit. Not by a truck. By men. Denver's men. The memories came back slowly. The office. The men. The punches. The floor. Darkness. I tried to open my eyes. It took effort. Too much effort. But finally, the light came through. White. Everything was white. White ceiling. White walls. White sheets. Hospital. I was in the hospital. I turned my head slowly. My body hurt. My head ached. But none of that mattered when my eyes landed on the person in the room with me. Rory. She was sitting in a chair beside my bed, curled up in a way that couldn't be comfortable. Her head was resting on the edge of my mattress, her red hair spread out like a blanket. She was asleep. Her hand was holding mine. I stared at her for a long moment. Just watched her breathe. Watched her

One Week.

(TODD'S POV) Rory's hand tightened around mine. I felt her whole body go stiff beside me. Her eyes locked on Denver, and I could see the fear there. And the anger. "Well, well." Denver's voice was smooth. Too smooth. Like we were old friends meeting for coffee. "The patient is awake. How wonderful." He walked closer, his expensive shoes clicking against the hospital floor. Dana followed, her eyes scanning the room like she was looking for something to criticize. Leslie hung back near the door, her arms crossed, her face unreadable. Rory stood up. She moved so she was standing between me and Denver. Blocking him. "Please sir, you need to leave." Her voice was shaking, but she said it anyway. "He needs to rest.” Denver looked at her. Really looked at her. Like she was a bug he hadn't noticed before. "Ah. You must be the girlfriend." He said the word like it was dirty. "Rory, isn't it? I've heard so much about you. Not good things I must tell you.” "You need to leave." Ro

What Makes You Amazing.

(RORY'S POV) "I can't see them. I want to see them." Nana insisted. Her face was squished against the phone screen, her eyes narrowed like that would help her see better. Behind her, I could see the familiar kitchen cabinets, the edge of the dining table, the sunlight coming through the window. "Nana, you're too close." I said, trying not to laugh. "Move back a little." She moved back. Now I could only see her chin. "The other way, Nana." She moved the phone again and finally her whole face appeared. Rosalie was behind her, shaking her head and laughing silently. "Can you see Todd?" Nana asked. "Let me see him. I want to see for myself that he's okay." I turned the phone toward Todd. He was propped up in his hospital bed, looking tired but awake. His face was still bruised but he was smiling. "Hi, Nana." He said. Nana's face went soft. The way it always did when she saw someone she loved. "Oh, mijo." She said softly. "Look at you. Look at what that reckless driver

We Have A Chance.

(RORY'S POV) Tia walked into the hospital room as boldly as ever. Not in a rude way. In a confident way. The kind of way that made you feel like everything was going to be okay because she was here now. She was wearing a simple blue dress and her hair was pulled back. But her eyes were sharp. Focused. The eyes of someone who was ready to fight. "Oh, sweetheart." She came straight to me and pulled me into a hug. "Look at you. You look exhausted." I hugged her back. It felt good. Safe. "I'm okay." She pulled back and looked at me carefully. Then she turned to Todd. "And you." She walked to his bedside. "You look like you've been through hell." Todd tried to smile. "That's one way to put it." Tia pulled up a chair and sat down close to him. She reached out and took his hand. Gentle. Caring. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." She said. "So sorry." Todd smiled lightly at her. "Thank you." Tia looked at me. "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Don't leave anyt

What Friends Do.

(RORY'S POV) Tia spent the next hour explaining everything to us. She talked about the legal process. About what would happen next. About the police, the courts, the media. She talked about Denver's history. Other contracts. Other victims. People who had been too scared to speak. "His pattern is the same every time," she said. "He finds vulnerable people. He offers them money, security, success. Then he traps them. Controls them. Threatens them." "Why does no one stop him?" I asked. Tia sighed. "Because he's smart. He never leaves evidence. Until now." She looked at Todd. "He made a mistake with you. He thought you were just a scared kid. He didn't expect you to fight back." Todd's jaw tightened. "I'm not scared anymore." "Good." Tia nodded. "You're going to need that courage. This is going to get ugly before it gets better." George leaned forward. "What do you need from us?" "Everything," Tia said. "Testimony. Evidence. Patience. This won't be quick. Denver will drag it out.

The Villains Meet 1

(THIRD PERSON POV) The Williams mansion was quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that comes before a heavy storm. The kind that makes the hairs on your arm stand up. Denver Williams sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at the wall. The room was dark except for one lamp. His face looked like it was half in shadow. Dana sat across from him, her legs crossed, a wine glass in her hand. She looked calm. But her eyes were sharp. Watching. Thinking. Leslie sat on the small couch near the window. She was curled up, her knees to her chest, staring at nothing. The meeting with Todd at the hospital had not gone the way Denver wanted. The boy was stubborn. Still defiant. Even after everything, and it made him angry. That was what he was thinking about. All he could think about. The way Todd O'Connor had stared back at him like he was ready to fight if he wasn't in his bed. "He's not broken," Denver said finally. His voice was quiet. That was worse than shout

The Villains Meet 2

(THIRD PERSON POV) Denver and Dana talked for another hour. Plans. Strategies. Threats. Who to call. Who to pay. Who to scare. Leslie listened to all of it. The words washed over her like dirty water. They talked about the recording. About getting someone into the hospital. About finding the phone and making sure to destroy it. They talked about Tia. About her connections. About ways to discredit her. About people in her past they could dig up. They talked about Rory. About her family. About ways to make her disappear if needed. When Leslie heard that part, she looked up. "What do you mean by disappear?" she asked in a small voice. Her father stared at her, his gaze hardened and scary. "Leslie, you need to know that when you want something, you do what you can to get it. Like remove them," he said, and then in a sterner tone, he added, "From this world entirely." Leslie shivered. "Like kill?" Dana groaned. "What the hell is wrong with her today?" she asked no one in particu

The Villains Meet 3

(THIRD PERSON POV) The sun came up over Daisyland like it didn't know anything was wrong. Leslie watched it from her bed, unmoving and silently staring like she had been doing for the past two hours that she had been awake. The conversations her parents had been having were replaying in her head, and as much as she tried to shut them out, she couldn't. And with all the thoughts in her head, Leslie found herself circling around one thought in particular—the same one she had been thinking of since Friday. Friday. The day it all started for her. The confusion, the deep questions, the critical self-analysis. It did not start when she found out that her father had assaulted Todd in a bid to teach him a lesson. No, that was when her thoughts spiked up, but the thoughts originally started with Rosalie Davis. After the way she confronted Leslie at the food stand just before the Friday night game. The way Rosalie had spoken to her and poked her in all the hurtful places. Leslie had bee

Through This Window.

(TODD’S POV)I opened my eyes to see Rory staring at me with her beautiful emerald eyes looking worried.I chuckled hoarsely when she smiled guiltily, like I had caught her doing something.“Hey,” I greeted her.“Hey.”“Come here,” I said softly as I patted the bed beside me.She came happily, with a smile that made my heart melt. She sat carefully on the bed, like she was scared that she would hurt me. I laughed and pulled her closer to me so that she now landed on my chest.“Todd,” she said with a nervous laugh as she sat up. “You need to be careful.”I sighed and started to sit up. Her eyes widened in alarm as she hurriedly leaned forward, trying to help me even though I had already rested against the bed.“What are you doing, Todd? You really need to be careful.”“I’m fine, Rory. I feel better now,” I told her, but she eyed me suspiciously, like she did not believe me.“Are you sure? It’s only the second day. You need to take it easy on yourself,” she advised softly as she propped

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