Best Friend Aesthetic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don't know why, but it looks like someone is urging me to open it. Tsk! I know what you're thinking right now. And he's not the reason, okay? "Let's stalk Xalent." My goodness! Aisie is really not good at suggesting what to do. Tell me... Tell me how we became friends? My ideal friend is far, far away from her. Tsk! I just scrolled through my news feed, and just shook my head a few times whenever I saw posts about depression, anxiety, and anything else that was pessimistic, and mentally related.

Adorned with beautiful flowers from different parts of the world and crafted in an exquisite design, we sure grab the title of the best wedding of the century. "No one can afford that," I chuckle, patting my best friend's shoulder before she poses in front of the glaring cameras. "Do I look beautiful?" "As beautiful as your heart." I will never forget how she put her life in danger just to be by my side. She has shown me the best gift of true friendship, time and again. Two years later...

My best friend from the orphanage was gone and I didn't know who the person that was standing in front of me right now was. "Aren't you going to say something Ash?" She asked, making a face that I once used to find cute and I opened my mouth to say what was on my mind but immediately caught myself before I spoke "Well I think we both have different approach to doing things and I don't think we should be killing people in other to get what life has denied us in the past and I'm not trying to discourage you or anything but I just think that we have all those things we've always wanted now so why do you need to become the head of the pack in order to acknowledge that?"

I think we were running off pure adrenaline by the end of it. I chuckled, but my eyes slid to Allison, and there was a worried furrow in my brow. "Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure," I said. Hannah grinned. "Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile.

She smiled, lifting my chin with a finger. "A good friend is one who sees you the same way he or she sees herself and accept you as her own blood. A bad one will always regard you as a competition and with selfishness mixed with greed, they will try to put you out. Be sure to differentiate the two", she said, kissing me on the lips.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

Noah repeats and I nod without meeting his eyes. Asher’s best friend. Felix Wilder—the type of guy I usually stay far away from. With his black medium length hair and green eyes, he easily passes as one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever come across. He’s tall, nothing lower than 6’1 from my rough estimation, and he has a strong build. He’s lean but has a broad chest, broad back, and ripped with muscles—the kind that’s neither too much nor too little. Just the right amount. And his charms probably come naturally to him. Those tiny studs that sometimes rest on his pierced ears are just a bonus to his charisma.

"What? No." "Are you sure?" Bree was looking between us with a look that said she had already made up her mind. "Because he's very handsome." "He's standing right here," Luca pointed out pleasantly. "I know," Bree replied, not even bothered. "You are, though." "Thank you." He looked like he was trying not to laugh. "We're just friends," I said firmly. "I am so tired of explaining that to people, by the way. It's like nobody in this entire university can imagine a boy and a girl just being friends."

And somewhere along the way, i started noticing her in a different way. It started with small things. The way she laughed, loud and unapologetic. The way she'd roll her eyes at my jokes but smile while she did it. The way she'd text me about something that happened in class, something she knew Ava wouldn't find funny but she thought i would. I told mysleft it was nothing. That i was just appreciating my girlfriend's bestfriend. That's normal. That's healthy.

She twirls her canvas towards me with practiced flair… and we spend the next twenty seconds in total silence, trying to figure out what the fuck my best friend managed to… conjure. It’s a horrible, horrible mismatch of colours. I stare at it for another ten seconds but for the life of me, I cannot seem to figure out what she had in mind. “Uh…” I swallow thickly, angling my head in hopes of getting another perspective, “…I definitely see the vision.” Zeya claps me on the back. “Girl, you don’t have to lie. This shit is ugly as hell.” We burst into laughter, grabbing onto each other to keep ourselves from tumbling over.