Amigos Novels & Stories

Group hug it is. Finally !

"I don't need a watchman. And please don't fall off that couch because I don't have any strength to carry you." "Oh! So you're mocking me." He gave me one of his cute puppy face. "No,I'm just saying -" I replied spreading out my arms. "My heart is brusied." He pouted. "Sorry..about that Mejor Amigo." I gave him a mock bow. "You know..I like it when you call me that." He smiled. Mejor Amigo means Best friend. "I am happy knowing that I am the only one you call Mejor Amigo." He clapped like child.

That makes me smile more but I don’t want him to see me smiling that is why I looked away. After an hour of staying at the park, I saw a white car and blew its horn. The window went down and the man inside waved at Devon and called him. “Hey!” "What 's up amigo?” Devon asked and he let go of my hand and went to the man inside the white car. I watched him walk with the swaying hello kitty on my wrist. I know it’s his friend because Amigo is a Spanish word for ‘friend’. The man went down from the white car and they greeted each other by the hand sign and with the slapping of the hand and then they both looked at me and looked at each other and talked. As if they hadn't seen each other for a l

I took a deep breath, letting the smell of the smoke fill my nostrils, my eyes lighting up as I did. "same, that smells amazing", I agreed. Enzo laughed. "Hey, Jake," he called to the man who had made his way over to us. "hey Enzo, what up?" they shook hands, doing that weird handshake hug thing that guys do, and I can never work out why they do it. "These three lovely ladies would like some of your stuff," Enzo said, gesturing at us. We stood there, taking in the smell of the man's smoke, probably standing a little closer than we needed to be, but the smell was infectious.

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

"Like I said, it's important to get to know my neighbors. I believe MoonShadow Creek can be big enough for both of our clubs to thrive." Bullshit. There's no doubt in my mind that his goal is to get rid of us. They're called the Iron Serpents for a reason. They're just a bunch of goddamn snakes slithering around in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But the saying, 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,' does ring true. If there's a way to play nice with these motherfuckers for now, we should consider it.

Amanda’s friends snickered and laughed, further fueling her ego. Alison clenched her fists, a burning desire to confront Amanda rising within her. However, before she could react, Ella stepped forward, her voice unwavering. “Amanda, we choose our friends based on who they are, not their bank accounts. We value qualities like kindness, loyalty, and respect, which seem to be in short supply here.” Ethan nodded in agreement, adding, “Our friendships are built on trust and shared experiences, not superficiality.” Amanda’s smirk began to falter, she was not the one to give up so easily. After all, how can she lose to nobodies like Alison?

She finishes firmly and I get a little smile on my face as she looks up at me. "You're right." I say and she nods. "It took me a long time to figure it out. I'm not as smart as you." She says with a grin. I slip my hand under the shirt she's wearing, running my fingers along the curve of her waist. "I just never cared what anyone else thought of me. I've been called a nerd and a loser my whole life. I found friends in video games and Dungeons and Dragons. People who were like me and, quite honestly, they're a lot more accepting than the rest of society. They don't care what you look like, how much money you make, how many followers you have on whatever app is most popular at the moment. All

She straightened and shook her head, ‘Mi dispiace ragazzi, davvero, ma siete entrati davvero in quella situazione e so che siete solo 'amici con benefici' con le vostre signorine. Andate, divertitevi, avete tutta la mia benedizione.' [I’m sorry guys, truly I am, but you really walked into that one and I know you are just ‘friends with benefits’ with your young ladies. Go, enjoy yourselves, you have my full blessing.]