Boyfriend From Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

She crossed her arms and said, “Who said that Eugene is yours? Eugene is my boyfriend.” “B-Boyfriend?” Marcus stuttered. He looked at Eugene and whispered, “Do you know what a boyfriend is? A friend that is a boy?” Eugene answered him, “A special friend that is a boy, I guess.” “Really?” Marcus replied. He looked at Sesali and said, “No! You are not! I am Eugene’s boyfriend!” “Oh my gosh!” Sesali gasped. “Are you an idiot? You can’t be Eugene’s boyfriend. Let go of his hand!”

Chapter 8 "I don't know if the news is true but Kim is the one who is promised to Travis." Who is Kim? I asked myself. “I'm sure it's just gossip! If it's true that the Forgers have promised their sons then why Rush isn't married yet? What I know is that he's twenty-nine or twenty-eight! He should be married at that age!" "What I heard is that he had an issue with his fiancée. The girl said she already has a boyfriend so she rejected Rush." Girl number 1

Qwen said. “Keep shut, Qwen. Didn’t you hear Ricky right now? Your friend’s boyfriend was the one that killed your friend. The name of Melo’s boyfriend was Bane and he was the one that killed Melo. Can’t you get that into your thick skull, you blockhead?” I asked angrily.

“Two mid-sized cheeseburgers for me and my girl. And two milkshakes with chicken nuggets.” I didn’t recognize him at first under the face cap until he looked up. It was Blake Huston. Tiffany’s boyfriend. With a girl who definitely wasn’t Tiffany. Blonde hair, red nails, and the bracelet Tiffany had given him just weeks ago. He pretended like he didn’t know me. My throat ran dry. The girl smiled at him. Like he belonged to her. “I’m sorry… what was your order again?” I asked him because I genuinely forgot what he said.

“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.”

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

His hand swiped over it, and he stuck it into his mouth and licked it. “Hmm, tasty. I bet every part of you is.” His hand slipped under my short skirt, ripping my buttoned shirt apart. I tried to scream again until large hands pulled him back suddenly, followed by a blow. It was swift; I could barely see anything but black Derby shoes. I pulled back, this time able to take Kim into my arms and straighten myself. My best friend's brother, Kai, beat them to a pulp. One by one, they scurried out of there, each holding their broken neck or jaw.

"Second, you're in the basement of the casino Manoban." "B-boss." "Yes, I'm your boss, the CEO and I am..." I paused as I tilted my head on the side and smiled at her venomously. "Naomi's boyfriend." _________

One curved seat wrapped around the table while a tiny light bulb hung above it, shaking whenever the beat dropped. He ordered our meals and then faced me. “Do you like the surprise?” he shouted over the noise. “Who would’ve thought Chris Russo—the son of a billionaire—would take his girlfriend to a club?” I shouted back and he chuckled. “But I’ll say this, it is nice.” “I’m glad you like it,” he replied. Then he looked down, pulling out his phone. As he answered whatever text came in, my eyes scanned across the room, my body moving slightly to the song.

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?