Besto Friendo Shirt Novels & Stories

“I believe in you, in us. You're the best gift anyone could ever ask for.” “Thank you. I'm flattered, but speaking of gifts,” Idara pulled her tote bag closer and removed something that was wrapped in a transparent nylon from it, “this is for you. I made it for you.” “What's that?” Tayo received it with great pleasure. “It looks like a polo.” “Exactly.” Idara grinned. “I spent sleepless nights making it just for you. Come on, open it.” Smiling, Tayo tore the nylon open and took the wine-colored polo shirt from it, and he loved it at first sight, especially when he saw the stylish inscription at the back that read, “I love you to infinity and beyond.”

Marica consoled me as she pinched my chin. "Smile, you're gonna be the most beautiful woman at the event." I blow a little air at her words. We laughed in unison before my facial expression hardened. "Do you think I was gonna let the night pass without praising how gorgeous you are?" My best friend was wearing a maroon Boat Neck Appliques Lace, floor-length gown. In my personal opinion, the color compliments her morena skin tone. The dress was off-shoulder, showing her collarbone, which I think is one of her assets.

“I know some people.” The shirt was light blue with a colored logo on front in red, white, and navy that clearly read “Christmas Falls Four Paws Shelter” large enough that people would be able to read it at a distance. Their distinctive logo had two dogs and a cat with a heart around them and the logo, “Come meet your new best friend,” written underneath it. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “That is amazing. How in the world did you get that done so quickly? There’s only one T-shirt printing shop in Christmas Falls, and Teri is always backed up for months.”

While they are looking for goodies to buy, one thing caught my attention. I saw a shirt that has an aesthetic design. Fortunately, there is a black and white version of it. The text that was written on it is ‘Palace in the Sky’ with a small heart at the end. I suddenly remember when Gio bought a shirt for me as well during our shoot beforehand. What a coincidence. Today is our shoot as well. I looked at him and he is busy scrolling on his phone. I guess he’s just reading on their group chats. “I think I should give back the kindness and help you were given to me,” I whispered. I went to the spot of the vendor and pointed to her the shirt I liked.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

Rico asked in accented English, eyes glinting with interest. “This is Isla,” Sienna said proudly. “My best friend. The one I told you about.” Rico’s smile widened. “Ah. La famosa Isla.” Teo didn’t smile. “Welcome,” he said instead, tone clipped but polite. “Hope you survive.” Was that a joke? His face didn’t say so. I greeted them anyway, trying not to focus on the sudden heat of Zayne’s stare boring into my back from where he’d stepped out last.

enzo asked "Who was he? What happened to your arm?" I stood there silent, not sure what to tell him. I didn't know the answer to most of his questions, but even the ones that I did, I couldn't tell him that the burn on my arm was from the glove that the man was wearing, which was clearly laced with silver and silver burns me because I am a werewolf. I couldn't tell him that because it would put not only my life but the lives of my friends in danger. If he found out about me, then he would want to know about Lillie and Elena, too. Enzo reached out to touch my arm gently, his expression filled with worry and confusion. But before he could say anything else, I shook my head and forced a smile.

"Don't argue with her. You know how she gets." I did know. Sloane had been my best friend since seventh grade, when I'd shown up to middle school with secondhand shoes and a packed lunch that was just bread. She'd never made me feel bad about it. She'd just started bringing extra food, extra clothes, extra everything, like it was completely normal for the richest girl in school to share with the poorest. I hated it sometimes. The charity. The way everyone looked at me like Sloane's little pet project. But she was also the only reason I'd survived this long.

“Right, I forgot. Let me just throw on a shirt and we can go.” I grab a cropped Motley Crue shirt from my closet and put it on then slip into my trusty Vans. When I turn around Lydia looks disappointed, then annoyed, then comes acceptance. She is not a fan of how I dress but she knows better than to try to get me to wear one of her outfits. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Alright, let’s go”