Hey Arnold Best Friends Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

Just thinking about that made me sad. "Elona," Tristan called out to me as I walked towards the theater where our specific movie was playing, and I stopped to turn around. He walked towards me, "Don't go back, let's just hang out or go somewhere else. Forget the photoshoot," he looked at me with hope...with desperation. I just didn't want my best friend to get suspicious or anything. "Please," he begged. The look in his eyes made my heart ache for him, as that look is what I saw on his face when Aunt Estelle passed away, and we were at the grave site, the coffin being lowered into the ground. I will never forget that day.

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Raymond and I can’t help but bust out laughing. “Mr. Sarson, you are just as bad,” Raymond says. “You are really,” I agree. “You both realize not only has he found his mate, but he is ranked, so maybe backing off wouldn’t be totally out of line,” Raymond offers. “Please, back off,” I add. They stand to the side and Ryan looks at us. “Babe, have I ever told you about how much I love my two best friends,” Ryan smiles at us. “I’m your best friend, right? All those conversations,” I tease.

Benji was only too happy to rat his partner out. "Friar John's Martha?" Tim arched his brows, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "She's not Friar John's! Besides, she's a friend. I'm not sure why you're all surprised we chat once in a while," Arno muttered, looking guilty as fuck. "Good for you, man. Chatting once in a while is great!" Austin squeezed his shoulder and offered him free dating advice services. He reckoned that since Arno had been out of the game for a while now, he'd need all the help he could get in that department.

He brought his face closer to mine. My breath caught in my throat. “I do,” I swallowed. Another inch closer. “Kade doesn’t have to know.” I swallowed around the lump in my throat. I wiggled out of his hold and kissed his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face in his chest quickly. I could tell Kade about that. He’d still be mad though. “Friends?” “Ouch Gabbie.” “Best Friends?” He squeezed me and kissed my forehead. “I’ll take it. I was too late”

As I gazed up at the sky a head came into view, blocking the sun in my face. "You're the one who asked to train with me." Harold chuckled looking down at me. "Yeah before I realized how hard you workout. I can't feel my arms." "Come on it wasn't that bad." I glared up at his beautiful face. "If I could lift my arms I would punch you but thankfully for you I can't." "Did you kill my best friend Harold?" Another familiar head came into view. One of Harold's teammates, Ben, grinned down at me. I hadn't known it at the time but getting back with Harold apparently meant 'inheriting' his friends. And by that I mean his two close friends Ben and Daniel were now my best friends and always around. By

Raymond is Ari’s best friend. He is a force to be reckoned with, grew up in foster homes, is openly gay, and was bullied in school until one day Ariana sat down beside him, and they became instant besties. Ariana is his family, and he would do anything for her. Raymond is a black man with a flamboyant personality and secrets that powerful men are looking to capitalize on, but he is not to be mistaken for a buttercup; this man has claws, and he knows how to use them. Max is Hael’s best friend.

“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.” “Um, I think you misunderstood—” “I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply friends because, trust me, bad boys don’t share. It was silly of me to think otherwise, but that was because I thought you were with Ray, like the news says.” “News?” “Oh yeah, you’re trending, girl. But that’s not important. Now, come on—have breakfast, change so you can show me around. I’ll go cancel Chloe.” She stood up and I nodded, confused but glad she didn't want to kill me anymore.