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"Get on top of him. Facing the other way." "Like a 69?" I ask, the words escaping before I can censor the hope in my tone. She grins. "Exactly." Fucking hell. Mason's about to put his cock right in my face. Our eyes meet. There's no hesitation. No shame. Just two hot best friends that are about to have their cocks in each other's mouths. I've never had another man do that to me before, but I'm sure I want him to.

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

she said any got down before turning to me. " here " she said and held it in front of me. I collected the book from her hand and smiled at her. " thank you. " I added " no problem, read it first.. Don't bother about returning it now.. Keep it " she said any went back to her table before I could ask her what she meant by that or why she was letting me take the book. I brush all the thoughts away from my head and then I move to my silent place, behind the back roll and sit on the ground. My back resting on the book shelf. I look at the book in front of me titled " we are more than friends ".

I don’t know the extent of his home life and I never push to find out about it but I know it wasn’t good. He once told me one of his favorite things about me was that I never pried into his business, which is ironically what most people hate about me. I’ve been called a bad friend so many times because when someone is crying, upset, angry, irritated, they want you to ask about it but I never do. I guess I just feel like if you want me to know then you’ll tell me. I lucked out with my roommate Lydia, we are great friends because I never have to ask what’s wrong or if she’s ok she will just bust in and tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s the talker and I’m the listener, we work perfectly.

"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.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He chuckles, running a hand over his mouth. I hate it, but he’s known me almost my entire life. Beck can read me like a damn book, no matter how much I hate it. We’ve had the same friend group since we were in school, but he and I have always been the closest. He’s my best friend. Which is great occasionally, but times like right now, it’s rather inconvenient. “Because you basically just told someone who spends a lot of money on art to fuck right off.”

I mean, all right all right, we were friends from now on--best friends even--but didn’t she just went over board in controlling her emotion? As I tried my best to ease her and calm her down so that we can now finally start the conversation about so many to mention things, Chuck chimed in in our one sided story telling. With a dry throat and a husky and raspy voice, he started off saying, “Excuse me, but did I just heard that we are now officially your best friends? If that so, then, why am I not included in this so-called ‘best friends talk’?” he asked, which was a little awkward because one; Rabiya and I had not started talking about any topic yet, and two; there was indeed so much to talk

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.