10 Minutes Later Me And The Bestie Novels & Stories

She asked, and I just forcefully nodded. "What if she's really the one," she smirked at me. "She's not going to be the one. I highly doubt it," I retorted and transferred to other tables. "Look, Jey, I'll be dealing in 15 minutes, so don't bother me with your weird questions; I need to focus," I informed my best friend, who didn't object.

I should've been a little quieter, "My friend's waiting for me, I got to go," I run out before he could reply. I sprint to the car and jump in putting my seatbelt on before asking, "Time?" "10 minutes and 56 seconds," he smirks, "Damn it," I hit the dashboard, "Hey! Hey! My car," he rubs the dashboard, "You're such a baby," I shake my head chuckling soon joined by him. We drive to the 'safe space' making stupid jokes and dying of laughter. When we get there, we jump out of the car and start walking. We check the time only to realize we only have five minutes.

20:25 Sofia Yes, it's okay woman. 20:26 Aninka I love you best friend! You are the best. See you at the usual restaurant in an hour. I have a lot to tell you, kisses.... 20:27 End of chat I internally scoffed, bad and best friend that's how our conversations start and end lately.

“He’s just a friend! It’s nothing like that. Besides, he’s kinda annoying.” “Careful, girl. There’s only a slight difference between hatred and love. And the war usually ends in bed. I’ll be waiting for your treat then,” She jokes, cackling behind the cover of her hand. I press my lips together. Shaking my head, I declare, “I’m terminating this conversation.” “Pfft…yes, yes, so what time are you guys meeting?” “Twelve,” I say. I look at the time and there’s only half an hour left so I wait behind the desk with Faith. We did a little catch up until I realize, our small talk ends up longer than I expected. It’s forty minutes past twelve. He’s late.

I grabbed my phone from the table and sent a message to the one person I could think of. Kael. My best friend, and only friend. ME: Clubbing tonight. Come pick me up by 10 p.m. in my compound. Let's ball till morning. He replied almost immediately. BUDDY: At your service, her majesty.

What the hell is going on " I know but boss changed the time, don't worry I have prepared everything just come fast," he said reassuring me. "Thank you. you are great I am coming in two minutes" I ended the call. Sumit is my male bestie. I met in the second year of my degree. We had the same list of favorite games and we became best friends. He is my support system too other than Hayat. He helped me a lot after last year's events. I told the watchman to park the car and started towards the office.

I said sighing. “Alright, I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes” Nick said and I smiled, it was always that way between the two of us, we were simply there for one another without wondering why or when, if one of us needed help we were there for each other, but, that’s why we called one another best friends, isn’t it? “Okay, we might meet there, I just left Aunt Nermine’s and Uncle Xander’s place anyway” “Alright, see you then”

The decoy car waits until we’re gone before pulling away. “That’s nuts! How did people find you so soon?” I ask. “Social media. Here let’s take another picture of us,” she says, leaning over and snapping a shot of us together. I watch as she does something then shows me. It’s the picture and underneath it says, ‘Me and my bestie, out on the town.’ “Aww, I’m your bestie?” “Of course you are. Now, do you like dancing?” “Not even a little,” I say honestly.

I was holding the band-aid on my left hand, waiting for her to stop from wailing, and when she finally did, I immediately started pouring some drops of betadine on the cotton buds. “How long have you been here?” she asked when she had finally composed herself. I stopped from dropping betadine on the cotton bud and I looked up at her. I smiled. “Probably a week? I’m not really sure. But that’s my estimate,” I shrugged. “With the two of your friends?” I frowned. “Justine and Peter?” She nodded. I smiled at her and started applying the cotton bud to the wound on her right arm. “Yeah. It’s funny actually. The three of us have been together for like weeks, right now we’re still here, stuck with e

Zayn is in the doorway, his ears bleeding profusely. “Thank you,” I mouth, and he gives me a shaky nod in reply. “She’s going to throw up everywhere in exactly two minutes,” Stella warns me, swallowing hard. “That’s fine. I’m a queen. I don’t do laundry.” Stella and I smile at each other and then laugh in absolute delirium and delight at our massive success. And that, it turns out, is the story of how I met my best friend.