Friends The One Where Eddie Won't Go Novels & Stories

Nathan hisses at Eddie, who looks up quickly, startled. He looks from Nathan to me. “Did you… did you two…?” I can’t even bring myself to say the words. Eddie’s brows furrow as he tries to make sense of the half sentences. “Did you sleep with Declan??” Nathan hisses, Eddie’s eyes widen. “Of course not!! He’s my friend. You do that with your friends?” he gives Nathan a look so disgusted, it tickles a laugh out of me. He looks at me, eyes clouded in confusion, and then I pull him into a hug.

“And stop hugging around. You will scare people away.” “You didn’t tell me about your girlfriend, Leonard. I would have made this place colorful if I had known. I just wanted to annoy you” Dustin said. Leonard was speechless. He was about to talk when Eddie’s voice came in. “Hi, I’m Eddie and I’m working under Mr Lee. We aren’t…. dating” Eddie uttered with a pursed lips. She didn’t noticed that Leonard’s eyes turned darker as her gaze was only on Dustin who already gave her an unapologetic look.

at that moment, he needed all the support in the world from his friends and it ached his heart that they were silent. Eddie looked away “What do we have to say, Alan? You never even told us you signed such a contract. We have been friends for years.” His voice was ladened with so much emotion “ Our fight is useless in the face of this. Everything we have done looks so stupid” Julian scrambled from his seat next and was out of the room. Eddie ran after him calling his name. Alan turned his uncle’s chair to face him “What is this new game you are playing?” He wished so much to punch a person.

Amelia’s POV The question hung heavy in the air. Friends? Could we really go back to that after everything that had happened? A part of me longed for the simplicity of our old friendship, the easy camaraderie we'd shared. But another part of me worried that friendship wouldn't be enough. The feelings I had for Eddie, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface of our relationship, wouldn't just disappear. They would linger, a constant reminder of what could have been.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded, slipping my hand from his. He frowned a little but didn’t say anything. “I’m fine. You should go find Aaron. I’m sure some of your friends are around.” “I don’t have any friends,” he muttered. I huffed, patting his shoulder. “You do, Voss. Aaron’s your friend.” He pressed his lips together like that didn’t sit well with him. I chuckled. “Just go,” I muttered, and he tilted his head before walking off.

Like what was I even doing? Kissing my best friend's father? Trying to get intimate with him for a second time and letting things go this far? I shook my head, struggling to push the thoughts away. I knew I needed to get control again, and this shouldn't be happening. It couldn't happen again. Eventually, Zara stood up, stretching her body then she spoke up. “I should get going, my gist partners. I have lots of plans.” “With your mystery man?” I teased her. “Maybe. Who knows you might be right.” she said, winking at me.

The crowd had already dispersed and we're going home and it was time to leave this place too. Before I could unclasp from Xander's arm and voice out that we could now go home, I heard footsteps rushing towards us. I turned a little I saw Ethan, in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. His hair was still damp probably from taking a shower. His face was filled with worry and a little bit of anger as he headed towards where we stood. "Mom! Xander!" he said as he came closer. "What the hell happened." One of my teammates said Cassandra showed up here and was causing a scene. "

The crowd moved around me in a frenzy of hip hop movement and joyful laughter But all I could feel was that moment. Frozen somewhere beneath my ribs. Luisa spun me around and grinned. “See? You’re fine.” I tried to smile back. But my expression didn’t match my insides. Because I wasn’t thinking about the party. I was thinking about the last thing my best friend’s father did before he left the room. About how quickly he’d stepped away. About how carefully he’d acted afterward. And about the one question I couldn’t stop asking myself.

"Don't call the police. Don't fight. It's all a misunderstanding." Willa smiled as she tried to calm him down. She then walked over to me and gave me a look. "Ryan, what are you doing here? Come on in. You're just in time. You're lucky enough to catch our family gathering." I frowned in confusion. Before I could even ask what was going on, her boyfriend, Sebastian Judd, leaned against the doorframe and spoke in a mocking tone. "Willa, is your childhood friend really that persuasive?" Willa paused, turned around, and winked at him.

Gibson showed up again. The moment she saw me, her eyes reddened. "Mrs. Gibson, I've told you many times that I came back by plane, whereas he took an Uber back early with his cat." Before Mrs. Gibson could respond, her husband, William Gibson, stood up. Mr. Gibson stared at me intently and said, "I don't believe a single word you're saying. You're Lenny's only friend, and you two lived in the same city. So, how could you possibly not come back together? That chat log must be fake. What did you do to Lenny?"