Besto Friendo Shirt Novels & Stories

“I can open it here, right?” “Yeah, sure!” He looked at Jasmine then opened the bag. He could immediately tell it was a t-shirt by the first glance and he took it out to confirm. “Oh my God, Jasmine,” Liam burst into laughter. It was a white t-shirt with imprints ‘Jasmine’s best friend is finally 18!’. “What is this?” “Your eighteenth birthday gift,” she smiled at him. “You’re welcome babe.” “Should I have gotten you something similar,” Steve said, looking at the t-shirt. “Steve’s boyfriend is finally eighteen. Something like that?”

I replied to my friend. "OK, dude, come soon." My friend hung up, and I quickly changed into faded jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I gelled up my hair and spiked it, then put on my leather boots, grabbed my car keys, and headed for Club Sizzle.

Want to be my boyfriend, Cade? I roll my eyes. Adam jumps out of the vehicle and walks straight to my apartment. Cade is sitting on the hand-me-down couch I scored from the thrift shop. I guess they decided to bring in my furniture for me. I wouldn't complain. Cade glances over at me and frowns. "What happened to your shirt?" I glance down at the rip and cringe. I hadn't even noticed. "Uh, well, I got into a fight." Cade looks amused, while Adam scoffs. "Seriously, Jaden? Fighting?"

He asked and the tears trickled down my face . They all started screaming telling me to say yes ! Other girls get proposed to while wearing a dress but I got my own while wearing a hoodie .I chuckled . " In this dress ?" I asked sniffing back my tears . " You are beautiful in whatever you wear kheera " he replied and I nodded and pointed my finger at him as he placed the ring gently on my finger and it fits perfectly . He stood up and pulled me into a hug . Tracy rushed over to hug me ,my parents ,mr David and Tina .

She and Johnny disappear upstairs, giving us the privacy we were hoping for, as I reach behind me grabbing Cole's gift. "This is for you, Cole…" The look on his face when he sees what's inside is priceless, and well worth the hassle I went through to get it for him. "It's-" His jaw drops in shock. "It's a team ball, signed by all of the New England Patriots–your favorite football team." "Scarlett, this is the best gift I've ever gotten!! I don't even know how to thank you!" "I'm just glad you like it!" "Like it? I LOVE it!!" He laughs, smirking at me.

"There are some shorts and tank tops, two dresses, some comfy leggings and baggy sweatshirts because I know you love them and also two pairs of pyjamas plus underwear and two bras." "You are a goddam star, Tom." I give him a quick hug before grabbing some leggings and a baggy-looking sweatshirt. The boy knows me too well, including knowing how much I love comfy clothes. There's also a perk to having a gay best friend, he always remembers your sizes, including your bra size, which comes in handy in situations like this. "When did you get these for me? You didn't have to. I can only imagine how busy you are."

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.

Tina said, as she crossed her arms on her chest proudly. I turned around to see if we were watching the same thing and groaned. "No way! I am not showing up to any public place looking like that!" I yelled and went to remove those things off me. "She will come around. She just needs to get used to it." I heard my best friend say, while I was changing in the next crazy top. It was not revealing, but it had no sleeves and too many small gems on it in all the colors of the rainbow.

I nearly stepped back—but his tone stopped me. He stood slowly, eyes locked on mine. Something dangerous flickered in them. “D—” “Shh. No talking.” He moved closer. I swallowed hard, clutching my phone, my eyes following his every move. He let the cigarette fall, and before it could touch the rug, he crushed it under his boot. Combat boots, black– matching his jeans and shirt. An ideal badboy vibe – the tattoo sleeve on his left arm finished the look perfectly. Then he pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion.