On Our Best Behavior Novels & Stories

Just wait. I step fully out of the car, slam the door hard enough to scare a nearby bird, and lean back on it. The metal is hot against my back, but I don’t care. My anger is hotter. Mother’s voice rings in my head. Be on your best behavior from now on, Danny. The elders are watching you. They’re watching Clinton too. I bark out a short laugh. Best behavior my ass. Since the day I was born, I’ve been on my so-called best behavior. I followed rules. I smiled when told. I respected traditions.

He barely looked up. “Tiara’s chaos,” At the end of the table, their younger brother Kai was slouched in a hoodie and joggers, eating ice cream straight from the container. His shoulder-length hair hung just over his eyes. He barely looked up. “But Tara... is like a software update that finally gets the whole system running again without crashing. Clean. Stable. Doesn’t explode.” Audre let out a soft laugh. “Wow. That might be the highest compliment you ever given.” But I didn’t laugh. I set my spoon down.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

I grinned, "Well, for starters, we can continue being the power couple that challenges the norm. Lead by example, you know?" Sophia smirked, "A power couple, huh? I like the sound of that." I raised an eyebrow playfully, "Oh, absolutely. We'll be the talk of the town, and not just for our unconventional relationship." She chuckled, "You make it sound so easy." I leaned in, planting a kiss on her forehead. "It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it. We'll show them that a workplace can be inclusive, respectful, and accepting."

Confusion laced my tone when I asked, "Jasper, do you make such thorough preparations every time someone asks you for a favor?" His expression suddenly turned serious when he turned to face me. "Actually, my feelings for you are genuine. Luna, can you please give me a chance?" My face turned a vibrant shade of red, though I couldn't be sure if it was from the sun setting in the distance or for some other reason. The sun shone brightly in the sky on the day of our wedding. Although our marriage also signified the joining of two powerful businesses, we didn't notify any media outlets, preferring to keep the ceremony under wraps.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

That was exactly why she’d come on this trip alone. Ray revealed the dress. A long silver satin gown, slit high up the thigh. It was gorgeous. He brought matching earrings, too. I put them on, and before long, I was ready. So was he, just adjusting his watch and I walked over to help. “You look very beautiful, Mrs. Taylor.” His words softened me. I smiled, kissed him lightly, and told him he looked handsome too. Hand in hand, we stepped out together. My heart pounded, not with excitement, but fear. Fear that I’d say something wrong, that I’d embarrass him, that I wasn’t polished enough to belong in his world!

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

Tristan followed. Lena went to a night market. Tristan followed. Lena bought a drink from a street stall, then crouched down to play with a stray cat. Tristan stood outside a convenience store across the street, pretending to look at his phone. He was there in every shot and frame. My hands started to shake. This wasn’t an affair. People having an affair didn’t act like this. He was wearing a mask, keeping his distance, and following her every move. People in an affair walked side by side, shared meals, and touched each other.

Kristina on the other hand didn't bother stopping her laughter and let it come out naturally. Liz glared at the three best friends, got up, and left after feeling humiliated by yet another of the twin. "I can't catch a damn break. Do I look like a therapist or my brother's keeper!? " Mira snapped and Bailey giggled. "Well....I can somehow picture it." Bailey lifted her hand and did a motion that showed her opening her hands wide. "Mirabella the relationship therapist- "You better shut it before I stab you with this fork I saved for my brother," Mira warned and pointed the fork towards Bailey who grinned.