Hey Arnold Best Friends Novels & Stories

As far as I know there’s nothing Arnold is going through right now so I can’t wrap my head around the reason why he had so much to drink last night. “I made some new friends yesterday, I didn’t know they were experts in drinking, I wouldn’t have joined them if I had known.” Arnold explained to me with his head low. I knew that the only way to know that Arnold is really sorry for what he has done is if he’s talking with his head low, he’s been like that for a long time. “Who are they?” I asked him trying to know who his new friends are and how they’ll be of help to us.

There's just something about old couples that won't stop to impress me—knowing that they have been through thick and thin for so long, it has always managed to make me smile with hope. ''I love you,'' I blink a few times before turning to look at Aidan, seeing him staring back at me; for some unknown reason . . . it feels as if he has been staring at me all along. Just like that, I begin to grab his hand as I entwine our fingers together as a smile creeps up on my face, ''I love you, too. You're my one and only best friend—apart from Dimitri and no one can replace you,'' I chuckle at the end while he smiles, gripping harder onto my hand.

Chapter 13 (Vicky's POV) WE ARE GETTING CLOSER…. Well, I guess we need to do some catching up. So here are the things you missed. My best friend Aron finally met his soulmate and he could not be happier. And honestly, she is the perfect match for him. I still remember the day when he brought her into my restaurant for the first time.

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

Ben reassured, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm sure don't worry I can handle her we've been best friends for years I know her very well." I admitted. "You guys go make sure you get some rest because at 20:00 tonight it's going down at the club." I reminded, chuckling at my last sentence. "Okay buddy." Ben replied, smiling at me. I walked inside our room.... Wow! It's so beautiful... I walked to the bedroom.... and damn the bed looks amazing....

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

My shoulder soon felt wet with her tears that seeped through the wool. “–I knew I could count on you! You’re the best friend ever!” I exhaled deeply. That was way too close. As I stroked her hair, I saw the mischievous grin that Eliot threw at me from behind Bridget. I ceased my stroking and gave him the middle finger. The bastard was going to get what was coming to him. I was going to make sure of it. Bridget pulled away and Eliot pulled her in and cooed softly into her hair. My stomach churned with the disgust of this fraud, comforting my best friend. I grabbed my plate and coffee and retreated into the kitchen.

“Do you have a new team you’re playing for? Or just a new best friend you hang out with?” I frowned at him, confused. “I’m not playing for another team, Laurel,” I said bluntly, and then added, “And my best friend is still Rory.” Laurel blew a raspberry. “I meant me, your second best friend and your number one male friend.” I sighed again, and this time it was accompanied by a frustrated groan. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Laurel,” I said. “We haven’t been able to hang out since the suspension. I’ve been feeling guilty, like you’re angry with me or something,” Laurel said.

Together, we would face the ghosts of our past and emerge stronger on the other side. Days turned into a week, and our preparations intensified. We trained harder than ever, honing our skills and strategizing our approach. The night of the planned confrontation arrived, and the tension was palpable. Gathered in the clearing, our hearts raced with anticipation. I looked around at my allies—Jax, Declan, Rhys, and even Fenriz, who had agreed to support our plan. We were united in our quest for revenge, and that bond gave me strength.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”