Ricky Garcia Best Friends Whenever Novels & Stories

Chapter 196 Max Garry has always been my best friend for years . Even though he did what he did I ended up staying in contact with him . He was as good for me as well as bad for me . The good part was that he always pushed me to be the best player I could ever be ,and he always kept me on my toes but also encouraged me to be the best man I can be on and off the pitch.

I knew that he was determined not to be jealous, but he was failing miserably. “I’m sure he’s fine” was all he could say as he sat down on the car stool. “I didn’t think you’d be back here.” I admitted quietly. “Why would you ever think that? This is your realm, and I will always be wherever you are.” he whispered to me, taking my hand in his. One maca, two maca, three Macarena! I snatched up my phone and answered it. “Hey Cal, Ricky’s in L.A. with his grandparents for the week.” Kay said cheerfully, clearly relieved.

"Yes, I didn't know you are friends with Jason though." Ricky laughed, and boy did it sound beautiful. "The fool is lucky to have me as a best friend. We've known each other since high school." Jade shook her head in disbelieving admiration, her eyes saying she almost didn't picture him as the kind to maintain friendship for that long. The realisation of what she was probably thinking made him long for something that seemed impossible. It wasn't news that she had a bad impression about him, he wanted to change it.

“I think I only like you because you remind me of —.” “Garreth. I remember. You’re never going to forget about him, are you?” “I want to. Now more than ever. Christopher is the best man for me.” "Then I guess you're just here for the delicious pizza, then." he said, and I couldn't help but smile at him, shaking my head. Ricardo thanked the waiter who put the pizza and drinks on our table. "Look, Ricardo. I just want to have fun this week. I don't want to think about anything, not even my pregnancy. So…can we please just be friends?"

“So grab it with two hands, Lorenzo. Live your life, and be happy. G – grab it with two h – hands…” “RICKY!” I roared, shaking his body repeatedly. “DON’T LEAVE ME, RICKY! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE LEAVE ME!” Ricky’s head lulled backwards. I couldn’t stop sobbing. I couldn’t stop screaming. Knowing that I was to blame. Knowing that his death was blood on my hands. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to move on without my best friend. The man who’d been there for me through thick and thin.

Ricky said, dramatically crossing his legs and tucking some hair behind his ear. "Ricky!" Rachel and Amy yelled at the same time, looking at him in shock. "That's it, you are on time out." "Go get us more fries," Rachel said, murmuring apologies to Yandel as Ricky stood up. "Hi, I'm Ricky martins...just kidding, I'm just Ricky, my friends call me gay Rick," Ricky said, shaking Yandel's hands before leaving to get more fries. "No one calls you that," Rachel and Amy said at once, and Ricky replied by waving the middle finger at them since they were kids around, at least he had the decency not to curse when kids are around.

Alexa kept on smiling especially when that Vince's best friend reached our table. It's really him! Royce Miller! I think he did not yet recognize me because his eyes were focused on Alexa and Vince. So I grabbed my cellphone and pretended that I am busy texting. "Hi bro, am I too late?", Royce asked giving Vince a high five. "It's okay dude. Just on time", Vince chuckled. "Uhm. bro, meet my girlfriend Alexa. Babe, this is my best friend Royce. I think you know each other", Vince spoke certainly.

I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far. I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied. Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift. Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.

Baby, how can I tell you that you’ve captured my heart from day one? How can I convince you that you are the only one I want to spend every waking moment with? You are my best friend, Babe. You are my best friend, Honey. You are my best friend, Darling. Best friends to lovers that's what we are oh.. oh… oh. I began to sway to the beat and continuously began tapping my feet on the ground to follow the rhythm of the music. Five years we were best friends. Then on the sixth, I popped the word.

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.