Besto Friendo Shirt Novels & Stories

He saw that of course. "What's that?" "Your favorite shirt. I brought it." What ?! My favorite shirt is Zenitra brand and it is worth A dollars! and that's only in the US! He must kid! I suddenly pulled out the Zenitra paper bag! and looked at it! Peach color and yes! it is my fav shirt that even daddy never bought to me! "Oh my!" I almost screamed and covered my mouth. All grief was thrown away and replaced by joy! I saw him smirk.

I went to the coffee shop to clear my head. I ordered a latte. The barista handed it to me. I turned. I bumped into someone. The coffee spilled. All over his shirt. All over my hands. He did not get angry. He laughed. A soft, warm sound. He said not to worry. It was just coffee. He grabbed napkins. He handed me some. He wiped his shirt. He wiped my hands. His fingers were gentle. I looked at his face. Dark green eyes. Soft smile. A small scar on his chin.

Whatever it was, whatever it meant, I would enjoy the time I had here and not worry about the future for once. “Soooo, let's go shopping,” Ashley said in excitement as she dragged me towards a mall to get new clothes. I got to understand a little more about this pack in that little time, they were a small pack that was in alliance with other more powerful ones, and it was an impressive strategy for survival. “Do you like this one?” Ashley asked, bringing me from my thoughts. “Ashley I like darker colors,” I told her for the fifth time and we both laughed.

Like usual, he wears a blue bandanna around his head, even dressed in a black suit. Mason, on the other hand, is of medium height with a slender frame. He's a redhead with tapered hair, green eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses. He's probably the chillest out of the bunch, never wanting to get his hands dirty. But just because he's associated with them, I hate him too. I roll my eyes. "Fantastic, just what I needed. The full set of my brother's annoying-ass friends." Niko chuckles, his voice laced in amusement. "So mean for no reason, Alyssa. We're just looking out for you, sis."

Scatterbrain ~ Emei Shane’s hand shot out, connected with Gabe’s chest, and pushed him back. Leo caught him, and my brows furrowed as I wondered if he was part of Shane’s pack. I didn’t remember him ever telling us where he came from, and maybe that was bad on our part. My eyes dropped to my best friend. He looked disheveled, but his eyes were worried as they took me in. He wore a baby blue dress shirt, but the buttons didn’t line up because one side hung lower than the other. He wore shorts I knew were his because they were tight and showed every curve of his body.

And so did the shadows that lurked in the darkness. * Joan watched Koty come up to them. He looked more handsome each time she saw him. He was working out, she noticed as she examined his dressing; his armless v-neck white shirt that clung tight to his skin accentuated the growing muscles under and the muscles on his exposed arms flexed with each movement he made; he had on grey shorts and a bandana was tied around his black hair and his look was perfected with the cute smile he wore. He strode to them, hands in pocket.

“I’m done anyway.” She stalks out and almost crashes into Willow in the hallway. My best friend wears a white long-sleeved shirt with the Hawks logo in dark blue. It was a craft project last year, where she carefully cut the sides and retied them. It looks like ribbons up either side, exposing slices of her tanned skin. Her hair is up in a crown braid with a few loose curls. “Cute,” I say, and unlike Paris, I mean it. She grins. “You’re going to be freezing.”

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

I asked her curiously as I looked at what she has pointed. "Yes, but we will get the shirts with 'I'm hers' both." She replied while smiling cheekily and I nodded my head as I got it. If that's possible. Of course, it will be. Or if not, I'll buy this booth instead. And, indeed, I have argued first with the owner that we should get both shirts with that print and told him that maybe there could be also a couple that needs the one with 'I'm his'. It's kinda homophobic to not include that kind of option for the prizes, right?

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.