Barbie Friends Novels & Stories

"Well, I gotta go talk to her now. Bye, Chloe." I waved him goodbye. ### "So now I don't even know what to do." Barbie pouted. "I mean... he's really... wow." Barbie Reese, one of the best people I've ever met. She's my cousin and a year older than me. Her brother, Hunter, is a year younger than me.

She asked. Barbie’s little sister?“Who the hell is that?” “Chelsea, of course. Barbie has two younger sisters: Skipper and Chelsea. Plus she looked about as real as Barbie,” she said with a snort. “Oh, right. Chelsea.” I entered the onramp for the highway that led to our home and sighed. “I have known her since I was a kid. We practically grew up together, and trust me, she wasn’t such a bitch before.” Melissa scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Kieran, why are you wearing sweatshirts in this heat? You do not have to hide your scars. They are a testament to how much you loved your parents, how much you would have done for them,” I shake my head. “Nani, my scars haven’t healed. My arms are bandaged. That’s why I wear sweatshirts,” I tell her. Her face falls. “Oh.” “And I don’t hang out with my friends because none of them have reached out since my parents died. Everyone knows I’m here, and no one has even sent me a message,” No one says anything. “I mean no disrespect, but the next time you all want to talk about me, ask before making assumptions about things you know nothing of,” I say, taking a step back. “And seeing as how much y

I pretended my heart wasn’t a little bruised every time he mentioned a new name, a new date, a new overnight guest. I got tired of it. So I… intervened. Let’s call it proactive best-friending. The flat tire? Please. A well-placed nail from my own toolkit near the curb where his dates usually park. The “fire alarm” for Amelia/Alicia? A perfectly timed anonymous call to her building’s security line from a burner phone. The splintered heels? A tiny, almost invisible drop of super-strong adhesive on the stiletto tip. A tragedy of fashion.

I didn't get the opportunity earlier to tell you about your outfit today; it looks cool and lit. I could already sense the 'but' that would follow after the compliment. There was always a 'but' when it comes to my fashion sense. "But what?" Her lips curled up in a smile. "But it looks masculine, and we as your friend aren't comfortable with it any longer. Maybe that's why guys aren't so keen on asking you out." "The last I checked, Liam isn't complaining." "He won't because he sees you as his best buddy. I am talking about Lislie and Patty. We all dress feminine. You are the only one amongst us that dresses masculine. We just want the best for you."

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. To most people, it would have been a beautiful way to wake up, but for me, it was not. My head was pounding from the night. I snuck out again with my friends and went to a party. My family never let me do anything. They always say that princesses should be seen outside of their role I had to act perfect all the time, and I hated it. I knew that if they had found out that I had been out all night with my friends Lillie and Elena, they would be even made. Our friendship was forbidden. Our kinds were not allowed to mix unless it was for something that benefited us.

“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.

As a matter of fact, my only two friends were boys. He'd bought me a subscription to Teen magazine, too, for my birthday, but that really wasn't helping either. All it did was make me feel more alienated from my peers. I'd asked Rick and Ian what they thought, but they'd shrugged and said, "I dunno," in unison. Boys. I should've probably just left it alone. What was wrong with my pink frilly bedspread and matching curtains? Nothing. Who saw it but me and the boys and Daddy anyhow? No one.

She narrowed her eyes in a daze before she suddenly shook her head hastily. “I have a few friends and colleagues, Dad, and I know anybody can hate me and do that to me. But the only people I’m seeing, for now, are Rose and Cindy, and they can never do that to me,” She said confidently. She trusts her best friends so much, so she would rather stay with them for the time being.

' Yes, it was Harmonica. "It's um…. Harmonica Saint, but my friends call me Harmony…. I…. I don't actually have ANY friends per se but if I had friends, they would call me Harmony," 'What is this awkwardness?!' Harmony was bawling inside. The less awkward side of her shook her head in disappointment. 'You deserve to be smacked by a purse.' Unable to control her weirdness she continued talking. "My family calls me Harmony. You can call me Harmony, not… not that I'm saying we're friends…. I'm just…. My family calls me Harmony." She added in a defeated tone.