Bad Times Good Friends の小説・ストーリー

Her face softened as she gazed at it, "Trust me, it's not needed. I didn’t help you with the hope of a reward. Just a girl helping another girl." "Okay, I get it. But can we please focus on the fact that you saved me from getting a penalty mark yesterday. I’ve been through hell and back just to be here again. You don't know anything about me but this is very important for me. It’s like life has given me a second lease on living." Violet averted her gaze to her hand. The janitor girl smiled, "Hey, I know about you." "Of course, you do. Who doesn't recognize the future alpha's cheater best friend? I've been on the news for months too." Violet scoffed dryly.

Tara: Hey Me: Hey Tara. Tara: Wryd That’s strange. She never texts me unless she has a question about books. Me: In bed. You? Tara: Do you think I am a bad friend? A bad friend? Where is she getting this from? Me: No. Why? Tara: I just feel really bad about what happened last week. Our friendship goes way back. I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t care about you.

Flashbacks, 2011… 11 years earlier ‘If I had to sum up friendship in one word, it would be comfort.’ ~ Terri Guillements. “Hey Alvarez, come on in brother…” Madison watched with delight, and a blush creeping up her cheeks, as Damien invited her best friend into the shed where he had been busy working. Dropping the spanner she had been holding on the a work table nearby, and walking over to meet him, she smiled enveloping him in a hug almost immediately, as she said, “Hey Alvarez, what brings you by.”

Agon; “Hehehehe… I am currently having the best time of my life.” PeaceZone; “Is God not wonderful? I have been waiting for karma to continue those two idiots after it paused for a while and finally, it seems like my prayers have been answered.” KareenIsAnIdiot; “Honestly, this is so little. More bad news is yet to hit them.” Framed_Mind; “This is me waiting for that foolish woman to set her ring light and start explaining to us the entire story of getting scammed by the person she called her best friend.”

Your faithfully, The Friend

"I said some horrible things the last time you were here. And I'm so so so sorry." "I'm sorry for the horrible things I said too. Bestfriends don't talk to their bestfriends like that." "But bestfriends always show up for each other even when they are on bad terms." She pauses. "And that's exactly what you did tonight. You showed up. You could've ignored my calls or turned me down but you showed up, Dan. Thankyou." "That's what bestfriends are supposed to do. So save your thankyous and come hug me. I missed your stupid àss." I smile.

"Do you think I was planning on going to this party alone?" I sighed. "Are my clothes good enough for the party?" Goodness nodded. "They are good for a burial ceremony." I consider Goodness as my best friend but I had no idea that i would tell myself otherwise. Goodness was the third guy that made me believe in friendship. The other two were dead. Cole in a road accident. Clag in a hospital. Both dead. I sometimes feel I have been placed under a curse. An old wizard staring at me blindly and telling me that my best friends would never last. Am I cursed? I think am going to go for a night walk.

Mokunfayo Badmus: Even though I hadn't found a way out of my recent predicaments, I still felt like a heavy load was taken off my chest when I was done sharing the past few days with Trigger. A problem shared was half solved indeed. I felt oddly at peace, surrounded by arms. I didn't mind his stench of sweat and cigarettes, I was grateful that he was there; happy that for the first time in a while, I really had a friend to lean on.

“Oh! Okay.” “You can come back for it in three hours.” “Three hours, sure!” My left leg bounced involuntarily, my body reacting in ways I couldn't understand. “Do you know your way back home?” Home… something about the way he said the word made it sound like somewhere safe. “I will call an Uber.” I answered. He seemed to be thinking about it, like he wanted to refuse but then he nodded. “Ai'it then. Be good.” Oh heavens! Being hot was enough, but telling me to ‘be good’ while being so fucking hot was too much for me to handle.

She held my waist so tightly it borderlined on painful, anchoring me to her body as if she were terrified that letting go would mean the sky would fall apart. Beneath the concrete overhang, with the tropical storm roaring over Taguig and the midnight deadline permanently expiring on the laptop screen behind us, we completely threw away the contract for good, drowning in a depth that no human engineering could ever hope to contain. We were equal partners now—no rules, no boundaries, just two human beings finally learning how to breathe in the middle of the wildfire.