Besto Friendo Shirt の小説・ストーリー

I threw my head forward, whimpering and feeling itchy, trying to push the hands on me but a stronger hand had grabbed a fistful of my hair, hauling me to stand. Then my body yanked on someone, possibly shirtless because all I see is a sweaty broad chest that I trail my fingers on. "Nice shot!" A husky voice praises and suddenly I can see two guys in front of me, taking off their shirts. "Let's get this done with" I couldn't identify their voices but I find myself chuckling, blushing and running my fingers through my hair. What's funny? An arm went around my waist and I felt trapped between two boys wanting to ripe off my gown but I kept pushing their hands off me and laughing. Someone's lick

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

Two of the post was of his jerseys, I recognized the other one, it was the one I spilled latte on, while the other one was the black one I just saw. There one picture which was of him and his entire teammates, my eyes landed on Theo who was standing right next to him, grinning widely... "That jerk" I cursed under my breath before I scrolled to the next post, it was a photo of him and some guy standing right next to him. This one had caption "The Best friend of the year" and he even tagged a page with the name Theodore Gomez I crocked my eyebrows confused, the guy standing next to him had black hair and blue eyes, he doesn't even look like the one I met.

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

He wore a dirty blue T-shirt, barefoot, crouched on the ground playing in the mud. There was something in his hand. It was a phone in a pink case, with a cat paw grip stuck to the back. My mind went blank. That phone case was the birthday gift I gave Lena.

But I'm tired of being seen as a child and I plan on taking matters into my own hands. The rest of the morning blurred. Breakfast, more gifts, Father reminding me about rules even on my birthday. By afternoon, I was buzzing. Sofia arrived, my best friend and partner in crime. We went shopping for clothes. “Time to get you ready for tonight,” she said, eyes sparkling as she dragged me out of the house after greeting my brothers. We went to different boutiques and bought a lot. We stopped to rest and have a quick lunch break. With guards stationed discreetly, of course.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

Christine said to me while helping me rummage through the cabinet. I saw a white polo shirt with a knitted red rose on its upper right collar. “It’s not a date that you think it is. We’re just friends.” I hold the polo shirt higher for me to see its length. “What do you think about this?” I asked her.

He had the pass to piss me off and he executed it quite well. "You can't kill me, I am your best friend." "Right hand man." "Best of friends forever." "A mere Acquaintance." "We should get matching sweaters that says best friends till eternity because WE ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!" "As you wish, whatever makes you sleep at night." I sighed feeling too tired to carry on this argument, "Take the horse and leave." "Do you think you both will have a girl or a boy first?" "What color do you desire your coffin to be?"

At least for thirty seconds. “Hey, best friend.” I smiled, genuinely happy at seeing him. It felt like it had been a week since I had seen him. My best friend was Jean shorts and blue T shirt. I tried not to ogle him. He was so sexy I could breathe. If only. “Did you hear about the bonfire party that’s taking place in school tomorrow?” Jimmy slung his hands casually around my arms. He was alwyas holding me. I moved closer closer to him and rested myself in his embrace. My best friend had a comfy body.