Novel & Cerita Besto Friendo Shirt

I cursed inwardly at how beautiful she looked . Her hair was packed in to two cute ponytails and she wore a big football shirt with tight fitted jeans. A smile lit her face and her sapphire eyes sparkled. “I have something to show you.” She said and before I could ask what it was, she turned around and gently swooped up her long black hair. The Number 12 was boldly written on the back of her shirt and my heart was swelling with pride. “Baby…” I started to say and she turned around with a beam. Then she shifted one of her ponytailed hair number twelve which was written with glitters on the side of her face .

But I froze when I saw him. There he was—standing shirtless, mixing ice cream and Pringles like it was a totally normal thing to do. His back was to me, and the sight of his corded muscles flexing with each movement made my stomach flip. This wasn’t the first time I’d stumbled across Aaron shirtless in the three years I’d known Rhoda, but tonight? His shoulders tensed, muscles bunching before he relaxed slightly. He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes locking onto mine and sweeping over me.

I run my hand down its length. “Do you need help, Ma’am?” I turn to the voice. It’s one of the attendants. “What do you think of this dress?” She moves close and lets her finger brush it lightly. “I’m trying to imagine you in it and it’s not so hard to see how good it will look on you. What’s the occasion if I may ask?” A party I have no interest in. “A party. My dad’s best friend is back in town so the old man is throwing a welcome party.”

I could still see her wearing those large glasses, an oversized Pokémon shirt, and braces, with her hair in a ponytail with bangs. Call me weird, but I had found her cute with those glasses and bangs, even though she had always been self-conscious of them. After she met William, she got contact lenses and cut her hair short to fit her bangs. I remembered how painful it felt seeing her with that bastard. I had all the ladies at my feet, but the one I loved only saw me only as a friend. And now she is probably f*cking that bastard. "Earth to Ice?" Dante snapped me out of my thoughts before I could explode. "Lady problem?"

Getting to gain weight on vacation while I have to watch my figure. Lauren: [You need to work harder or I'll steal the spotlight at your wedding as the prettier bridesmaid.] … I read each gloating message, then calmly took another bite of my drumstick. After a long moment, I typed a reply. Jen: [Don't worry. You're my best friend—having you as my bridesmaid is the best gift I could ask for. Even if you overshadow me, I won't blame you.] Of course, I wouldn't blame her.

There, three people were in a commotion—none other than Matthew, who was desperately trying to pull his brother Mac Arthur away, as Mac Arthur clung tightly to the leg of a man wearing a red polo shirt. “I DON’T WANT TO! I DON’T WANT TO! BRING BARBII OUT FIRST!!!” Mac Arthur shouted loudly, causing his brother Matthew to close his eyes in embarrassment. 'Why does he let his crazy little brother run loose like this?!' The man in the red polo shirt glared angrily at the two siblings who were pulling at each other. He grimaced as he felt his black pants slowly slipping down, forcing him to keep pulling them up to prevent them from sliding further.

''Do tell because I think that I deserve to know,'' I join him, chuckling. ''So . . . you still remember about it, right? The design, the shape with our names on it, the colour?'' He raises an eyebrow, making me furrow mine. ''Well . . . the colour was the reason.'' Our friendship bracelet was beyond cute. It was perfect. Most of the girls at my school had cute matching bracelets with their best friends when I was left with none because apparently, my best friend is a guy . . . but that didn't stop me.

Of course he would ask that since Adom had a bit of hair clippings clinging to his pants and few fresh band aids on his fingers. "Pretty good, left early though. Slow day." He shrugged as he looked down when Seb had approached closer, oh, he thought was definitely going to have a heart attack. Up close it just showed off his muscle so much better and he looked like he was having a bit of a lazy day. In which he pulled off so, so well. Of course supporting a Snap-back. He wasn't too fond of those damn hats, but Seb was an exception and was the only guy he knew that could wear them and still look hot.

Everything he knew and had been doing. Since they are aiming at the same goal and target, it would be best if they work wholly together. In the posh restaurant, Josh's hands slowly went to his head and removed his face cap, revealing a bandage tightly wrapped around the back of his head. It concealed the wound from the bullet that night. When Josh was shot, he was, fortunately, putting on a bulletproof face cap and therefore, the bullet had not penetrated but only given him a grazed minor injury which had been treated by some of the Croxxed X when they took him.

His jaw clenched. "What is this?" he demanded. "A shirt," I said sweetly, unfurling the bright pink fabric for him to see in all its ridiculous glory. "Your new favorite shirt, actually. You’ll be wearing it to the next pack gathering." He looked utterly horrified. I bit back a laugh. "Oh, come on, Helios," I teased. "I think it’ll suit you perfectly."