Romans & histoires Yhorm Old Friend

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

"Don't," "Fine," Hannah rolled his eyes. "Hi...I am Hannah, Liam's best friend and now yours too. Forgive my bitterness, will you? I am a lovely person otherwise," I couldn't help but smile and so did Neil. Hannah can do that for you. She was infectious. "You already know me," Sean smiled. "Wetty pants," Neil's eyes widened as if remembering old memories. He stood up and hugged Sean who hugged him back just as he would hug Liam even though Neil probably wanted all of them dead.

A soft, wicked laugh that made the hairs on my neck rise. “I also want to thank him for taking very good care of your daughter too, especially when she was in school. Isn’t he just a good and trustworthy friend right Mr Harry?” she asked, her eyes still glued to Fiona. “Hmmm, I agree. Jalen is a principled man, which is why we are still good friends till today,” he answered with a bright smile on his face. My heart shattered. “Well, my husband is so principled and caring to the point of satisfying your daughter’s teenage sexual urges,” Marian concluded her words with a dark laugh.

Jeremy was standing with a guy, who I figured was the real estate friend he was speaking about. “Hey man,” he greeted Ivor, and they did the bro hug. “Hi, petals.” He had a smirk on his face as he tried to hug me, but Ivor held him back by his shoulder, giving him a warning look. “Don’t call her that.” “Relax, man. I am just joking.” Jeremy was laughing as he'd just won a lottery and Ivor lost. “I didn't know this was the friend, Goddaughter, you were talking… no asking for advice about.”

“You found him! How? When? Have you guys been sleeping together since then? Are you guys now an item?” My head is already spinning and she is yet to land her numerous questions. “Are you done with the questions? Where would you like me to start from?” “Anywhere is fine, just say something!” she says, breathlessly but with a bubbling smile that makes her glow. Her smile is contentious, because I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face. “His name is Jordan Remington. He turned out to be my father’s best friend.” Her eyes bulge and for a second I think her eyeballs are going to fall off.

We hugged, and he kissed my cheeks like he often does. “It's been years,” he said. “I know. What are you doing here?” “I moved back to New York a few weeks ago. I can't believe I ran into you.” We chatted for a few minutes before he said he had to meet up with someone, and we said our goodbye. Then I slid back into my seat with a smile on my face. Sophie raised a brow. “Who was that?” “Tyler. My old friend from college.” “And what was that kiss about? Jade teased.

“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.

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

You know, in case. Dad had texted earlier that he was stuck on his work trip overseas. "Sorry baby girl, but Ryan's picking you up. He'll take good care of you." Ryan Hale. Dad's best friend since forever. The guy who'd been like an uncle to me growing up. But we hadn't seen each other in person for almost six years. Just calls and texts here and there. He'd check in on me during college, send funny memes, and ask about my projects. His voice on the phone was always so deep and calm. It made me feel safe. I was lowkey excited to see him though. Like, really excited. He was always so solid, you know? The kind of guy who fixed everything without making a big deal. I started scanning the crowd

"Oh, I am already falling for you. Right now, I don't have it but I promise you till next year I will have it." "Geez. You don't have to promise me. Just promise yourself." "Okay baby." "Jerk. If you called me baby again. I will call you a jerk again." "I'm falling for you now. You are so awesome." "Don't butter me up. I won't fall for it. Mr. Remo." "Okay fine. Don't fight, Just ask questions first." "Stupid, Fighting makes friendship stronger." "Oo La La. So you already considering me your friend."