Mi Amigo Rodney Novels & Stories

"I know. It was perfect." We sat down, and Rodney told me how he got here. Velma had answered my phone and told him where we were. "I'm glad you came," I said. "It really helped." Rodney smiled. "That's what friends are for." Friends. That word made me think. Rodney had kissed my cheek earlier. Was that just part of the act? Or did he want more? We were quiet for a bit. I couldn't stop thinking about Mike. I hated that I still cared what he thought.

After saying that, he left with a smile on his face. “I’ve dreamed for so long to get into Hacienda Ferman. And now that I’ve finally gotten in, I’ll get to see my childhood friend, Elijah.” Roderick Bambino was a childhood friend of Elijah Juares. They both grew up in the province, but because Roderick’s family was wealthy, they were separated when they reached high school. Roderick’s parents decided to send him abroad to study. Right after graduating elementary school, Roderick left for another country. That was the last time they saw each other. Now that they’re grown up, they don’t even know they still look alike.

he asked, his grip firm but unassuming. Oh. So this was Lucas—the one Rhoda had gone to see that night. The one who’d been part of the chaos that followed. I shook my head slightly, refusing to let those memories rise. How did he know me? Rhoda? “Rhoda talks about you a lot. I’m her, uh...” He trailed off, glancing at her, silently asking for help. “Friend,” he finally said, and I arched a brow. Friend? Sure. “Nice to meet you,” I muttered with a curt nod, my gaze flicking briefly to Joan.

Next is Neymar, his perfect face clouded my imagination, his always small yet sweet smile popped up in my head. “Are you okay”? His voice came as a hush whisper, and I found my lip curl into a smile, why did it take me until now to realise his perfection? “I'm good, sorry I saw your missed calls but my phone is…” “I missed you Rodri, it killing me “ He bawled and I don't know how to feel about his confession, there's silence and the space turned awkward . “I missed you” I murmured, hating how it sounded more as a forced statement than the actual fact I have come to realise.

"Andrew, you're really putting on a show here! If I didn't already know what a nobody you are, I might've actually believed you!" Rodney was one of Jayrodale's Four Most Eligible Bachelors, and he ranked higher than Dexter. Not only that, but because he trained at Madblade Martial Academy, he was notoriously arrogant. He did not even give guys like Harvey and Michael the time of day, let alone someone like Dexter. So, the idea that Rodney would rush over because Andrew called? That was laughable. If anything, Dexter figured that if Andrew did run into Rodney, he would probably drop to his knees in terror.

he asked. Candra smiled, slowly sipping the wine from her glass. "I'm Candra." "I heard about you and came to see for myself." The couch made a little creaking sound the moment Rodriguez sat on it, opposite her, as his eyes never left her. "I can't help but wonder what you heard about me... I know it's nothing good," Rodriguez said. Candra chuckled. She was beginning to love him. He knew he didn't get here with the nicest of approaches.

Candy softly smiles. “Candy, I really don’t know a ton about you other than you are his best friend since grade school, you first started drag at 12 by stealing your mom’s cd’s and raiding her closet and you adore my uncle Mateo while you are dating Rodrigo the Athletic guy who gives off “Jock” vibes.” I say softly. “I would like to learn more about you.”

A wide smile crept up on my face. Rodney Shaw was all i have, although, I only get to meet him in my dreams and most times, I talk to his pictures whenever i am depressed. But I was still glad that I am fortunate to see him in my dreams, some ladies might even be praying to be in my shoes. I didn't quite fancy cute guys or something, but I guess there's something that got me connected to Rodney. For Crush sake! I've been crushing on this guy since I was little and I never for once met him. Pathetic, right?

And I opened the door and walked in, only to see Belle with her hands on her waist and a suggestive smirk, right beside Rodney who looked like he just wanted to sleep. "Spill." She repeated. "Spill what?" I asked slowly. I still wasn't getting it. "That guy," She pronounced, sounding more like a question than a statement. "Who is he?" She asked blandly, probably already tired of me being slow as fuck. "Oh, he," I immediately remembered that Rodney was there, no more slip ups. "He's my friend." "Shut up, who are you fooling?" She laughed. "He IS my friend." I told her, looking in Rodney's direction so she would understand it, which, thankfully, she did.

He stared at me some more. I’d never been so uncomfortable, so afraid in my whole life. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a shotgun leaning against the wall, and I wondered how many people it had killed. “What do you know about the Rebel club?” Phoenix asked me finally. “Nothing,” I said. “Rod was a member, but that’s it.” He nodded. “We confirmed that. Your friend, Rod, was a member.” “You talked to them?” “We have phones.” He looked down at his desk. “Cops found his body this morning. Any chance you’ll be connected?”