Ricky Garcia Best Friends Whenever Novels & Stories

I shoved my phone back into my bag and then walked through the crowd of students and most were dancing. This was my final party with the students who graduated today. Cris and I are to embark on our separate journeys as friends. I'm just glad that I got my best friend back and that she knows what really happened. She chose to believe me this time and be my friend again. As I moved past a group of students, someone grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks and I looked at the hand that gripped my wrist and slowly move my gaze to the person I turned around to face.

His low groan followed seconds later, my name rough on his lips. We stayed on the line, breathing together in the aftermath. “I miss you,” he said finally, softer now. “This silence was killing me, don’t go silent on me again, or I might just fly to your school and pick you up.” “I miss you too,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. “But I’m so scared, Rhys. She’s my best friend, my sister.” “I know, and we’ll figure it out. Soon.” I hung up before the guilt could swallow me whole, cleaned up, and crawled back into bed. Mirabel slept peacefully across the room, completely unaware.

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.

a girl said, making me clutch the phone in my hands tighter. "Yeah. I hear they came back from the Bahamas yesterday. I've been following their posts daily. He took her to the most beautiful beach hotel. Took her shopping, and dined at the finest restaurants...God, she is so lucky," another girl said, not missing the chance to glance at me. My phone buzzed with a new message from my best friend, Shannon, bringing my anger down a notch. "Hey, girly. I got your paperwork ready, are you free now? The gang wants to hang out, and Brooks tried to call you, but he said you didn't pick up. He wants to see us." she typed, making my eyes bulge.

“I know.” “And you’re still leaving.” I swallowed. “Yes.” The word barely came out. For a moment, none of us moved. Then Rownan quietly said, “This is the worst prom in recorded history.” Ky let out a broken half-laugh. Iris wiped her cheeks. “So what now?” she asked. I forced a small smile. “Now… we breathe.” My chest felt hollow. “But we’re best friends,” I said gently. “And maybe one day, when things aren’t tangled…”

Fucking great. Stepping forward like the good girl I was expected to be, I extended my hand toward the man as if greeting an old friend. “It’s wonderful to meet you. I do enjoy meeting all of Trevor’s friends. How do the two of you know each other?” The man's eyes gazed up and down my body as the corners of his lips peaked further into a shiny white smile. “We’re old college buddies. My name is Ricardo, but you can call me Ricky.” How fucking original.

It’s the one who gazed at me like I’m the last thing she wants around. It’s the face I’ve been seeing for the past year with my best friend, but never stays on my mind. Yeah. That’s the face that’s in my head as my cock slides in and out of another girl. It’s those teary-filled eyes.

"Yeah. We figured it wouldn't, but we're still doing this anyway. No way in hell we’re leaving you out.” King smiles and presses one last kiss to my temple. "One more week," he reminds me. And just as I open my mouth to grumble something else, the doorbell rings. We all freeze. There's a brief flicker of irrational hope that it might be War—but I know better. It's not him. It's my best friends. I sigh and glance toward the door. "Looks like our designated cockblockers have arrived." "They're a little late," Niko mutters, pushing off the chair with a dramatic sigh. "We could've had like five quickies by now."

He said. "Do I have a choice?" I asked. "No, you don't," He smiled. "Okay, I'll go, but you owe me thrice, plus the kissing problem thing," I smiled and he nodded. "Okay, I have to eat let's go already," The one with the dirty blonde hair said. "You just love to eat, Ricky," The one with dark hair said. I guess, I know one of their names. "My bad, these are my friends Ricky and Max," Gabriel said and I smiled.

Siril and Rick, the two of them had been best friends since time immemorial. They knew each other like the back of one’s hand. One would just have to look at the other to know what was going on, just like if the other was in a bad situation. Rick was quiet for a while before he simply shook his head. He walked past the parking lot, and when he saw that someone had parked their car in his usual place, he could not help but frown.