Novel & Cerita All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers

My mounting worry made me oblivious to the slightly rude tone with which the question came out. “I'm not a creep, I promise. She and I are friends,” I remembered last night. “Well, sort of.” “Butterfly?” His face looked like I had just told him I was heading back to my home planet of Mars. “Yeah, I know, crazy right?” “Totally. Far as I know she avoids people like the plague. I ain't never seen an antisocial social person till I met B.” It did not occur to me that I was talking to a stranger in the middle of the night.

On every holiday, we all friends spend time together and watch a movie or go shopping or just chat but spend it together unless any one of us have a date which never happened with me except for that fake date with Stance. But, I really want to meet Mickey tomorrow too. I don't know but my day feels incomplete until I see Mickey. What is this feeling?

Three of Tony's friends had come to take us along with them to the party. Two of the guys were heavily designed with tattoos and piercing while the other smoked silently in the car. I could barely breathe since the smoker was sitting next to me. I wondered where Tony had picked his friends. It was funny how my life had suddenly taken up a huge turn within such a short scale. A week ago, I wouldn't have believed that I'd be with these kinds of people, heading for a night party. I glanced at the human being called my roommate and he smiled reassuringly at me.

My eyes narrowed. “Just forget it.” He threw his arms up. “We’ll only speak to each other at work when we have to, and we’ll spend the rest of the time pretending the other one doesn’t exist. You’ll have more kids that I’ll never meet, and all the shit going on my life will be a mystery to you. We’ll turn into strangers, and after enough years pass by, maybe we’ll forget we were ever friends in the first place.” He walked past me and shoved me aside with his arm on his way to the door. “Have a good fucking life.” 28

Smelling bad keeps fuckers away. The third rule- don't think someone is your friend, there's no fucking friends in this place, everybody wants something. I made that mistake a few times and almost got shot by a street gang last year, when this girl Tally told them I stole her drugs, the same drugs she shot up her veins.

the man asks again nervously “I don’t really, because I don’t really know you we just met now I’m sorry but I don’t think we could be friends “I must admit that yes we are strangers but we nkw know eachothers names so we aren’t completely strangers anymore so please if you don’t mind can we be friends” “Hmm I will think about it, but don’t have any idea that I might accept okay” Mia says to him rudely and she no longer payed attention to him or where he was standing anymore and proceeds to eating her food “Ohk see you around” he then walked away disappointed “He is so persistent” Mia says and rolled her eyes around,

“And how did that turn out?” “Surprisingly, not bad," he responded and observed my taken-back expression, *You know the saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. Yet, I wouldn't even call us friends, I don't associate myself with such people. Acquaintances seem much preferred in such a case. A good source of information I needed." “Surely they wouldn't just throw out such information to a stranger.” I opposed. “It's funny how these things work, Hades was no stranger to them, I simply sent my regards.”

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

My fingers tightened on my pen as I slowly took the note and started writing. “I said it wasn’t necessary. I have nothing to talk to you about.” I saw Chris visibly deflated after reading the note I sent back to him. “Can we at least be friends now?” I look at the note, a sudden sadness gushing over me. Friends? He wrote friends. Were we not friends before? Then what were we 4 years ago? Oh wait, I was the one who told him to be strangers. Wake up, Nate! Stop these funny feelings!

***ESTHER*** “Friends, you say?” I raise my brows in stress. He wants me to be his friend. But what advantages are there for us to being friends? Friendship has never been a beneficial strategy in my all life but with Caden friendship is different. I cannot be a friend to a guy with whom I have already slept once. It… feels kind of strange to me. He nods his head. “No! We can’t be. We are better as a stranger,” I say as I leave his hand and make my way back to the ward.