Barbies Friends Novels & Stories

He replied. "Barbara is at it again?" I asked. "You already know that. Marriage is just hell, Daniel." He slurred. "Hey you! So this is where you go early morning and come back drunk!" Barbara's voice could be heard from the background. "The she-devil is here." Roland muttered and I laughed. Roland has been my friend for one year and we're much close but he's just a jerk sometimes. His wife has been a pain in his neck just the way he told me cause she's pregnant.

I replied itching my hair with my index finger, trying to deviate from the question. “Oh babes, I had some clients I had to catch up with, I’m so sorry. But trust me, I’d make it up to you, ok?” She smiles, trying to brighten up my mood, maybe she realises my mood isn’t sparked. She rests on my back tickling my chin which indicates she’s about to say something tricky, I have an idea, but I will give her a chance to ask plain. “So tell me about every single detail that happened yesterday. You and Jason, did you????” She says winking her eyes jokingly.

You might make the other person believe you are about to win. The first thing I needed to do was invent someone named Barbie. The most believable way to do that was to give her a personality. I decided Barbie would want us all in costumes for her party night, so we would do "colors of the rainbow," and I would be blue. Blue wasn't as recognizable as yellow, but wasn't as blended into the crowd as black. Next, Barbie would need more friends. Good thing I know about fifty showgirls who are always looking for a reason to party. I grabbed the group chat and sent a message.

the bartender asked, pouring the second. "You could say that." Alex took a smaller sip this time. Three drinks in, his filter dissolved completely. "You know what's bullshit?" He was louder than necessary, but who cared? "Friendship. Total bullshit." The bartender raised an eyebrow but kept wiping glasses. "Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been there for her. And now what? She's ghosting me because I got a little hard? Is that a crime?" His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair.

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.”

Even Lady Lapointe could tell I was in a foul mood. “No need. I’ll go see for myself.” In broad daylight, bursts of small fireworks shot into the sky. They bloomed with a dazzling brilliance. Yet the scene beneath the fireworks was sickening. Henry gently wrapped his arms around Margot. The two looked up together. Their gazes were full of affection for each other. “Margot, thank you for giving me these fireworks.” “My prince, if you like them, I’ll make fireworks for you every day.” As their eyes met, their affection grew.

I took a slow breath and looked at the receptionist. “I need access to your surveillance footage from that period.” She hesitated. “I’m afraid we’ll need to get approval from the manager.” “Please do.” “And we may also need police authorization.” “My best friend is missing.” I cut her off, my voice steady, though my hands were shaking. “It’s been a month. There’s no sign of her, alive or dead. Your hotel may be one of the last places she was seen. Do you really think your manager won’t cooperate?”

Barbara's Pov “What’s your name?” I asked my new friend. “Lily.” She smiled. “That's a pretty name. I'm Barbara.” Then I leaned in to whisper. “I contemplated changing my name to something else so students won't call me Barbara." Lily chirped a little laughter. “Brabara is a funny name but I prefer Barbie. It’s so cool.” Her shyness slowly withered away as we walk together. I didn’t feel as alone or dejected.

“No. He’s drop-dead gorgeous with a ten-inch dick. If he wants to fuck me for a night, I will definitely let him. I don’t care if he doesn’t know me the next morning.” “You’re crazy, Pip.” I laughed so hard. “That’s why you love me.” So true. If it wasn’t for her, I might have gone crazy, finding a reason why Barbie left me, for losing a best friend who apparently didn’t even have the guts to say goodbye. Instead, she only left with a note, like we had never had years of friendship. It was crazy how it was easy for her to just leave the person who had became a part of her life for years.

The inside was pink. A girl. I started crying. Derek started crying. Luca hugged me. Eli hugged me. Luke hugged me. Hope pointed at the cake. She said pink. Luca said yes. Pink for a baby sister. She said sister. She smiled. Grace clapped. Derek Jr. slept. The painting watched from the window. That night, we sat at the table. Seven people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to Grace. The new baby.