Best Friend Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"

But deep down, I always wanted to know what it felt like to accept gifts and not feel insulted or guilty. Crazy, right? Yeah. I was a breathing contradiction. Because why was I craving something that I hated? It made no sense. “Oh, there you are.” The cheeky voice of my best friend brought me out of my funk. She was heading in my direction, dressed like some Latina badass. Smokey-eyed makeup and those cowboy knee-length boots. Skirts so short you'd see her black panties if she bent a bit. Cleavage, bold and fucking tempting. She was a striking, loud beauty. Curly blonde hair that screamed wealth. I was a quiet beauty, brunette, silently curvy, more natural without the extensions, nails, lash

"I knew it..! That son of a bitch can't be tamed! An asshole will always be an asshole,they never change..!" She said while drying some unshed tears on my cheeks. "Stop crying for a bastard like him,let's forget this even happen and let's have fun tonight..!" She said nibbling the piercing in her chin. Yes, my best friend was the opposite of me. She has short hair painted in black and pink which enhance her creamy skin. She's a beauty but prepares to be a rocker and an outcast to match me as I am the ' nerd at school'. She's the wild one that I wish I could be and I'm the good daughter that her parents wish to have. We love each other like sisters by blood.

I asked with my usual fake smile I gave to customers I did not like. Ashley eyed her. She knew she had been very friendly with EJ, but lately EJ and I had been getting closer and closer. "Something simple but elegant. I prefer white." "What's the occasion?" "A celebration." "Okay. Right this way." I took her to the mannequins dressed in white dresses.

And then he had dumped his everyday black converse for a white one, all that because he was coming over to her house later that day. He had felt deflated when she had been too angry to notice the effort he made. But she had noticed when they finally left the bed to make dinner and she complimented him. It had practically made his day including the quick admiring looks she stole at him when she thought he wasn’t looking till he entered the train. His effort had been worth it. He chuckled inwardly. As much as he liked the new feelings and behaviours, he feared it. He knew what they meant. It wasn’t unusual, it happened a lot in bestfriend relationships. He was falling for her, he was falling f

Ares quirks his brows inquisitively, “What do you mean by different? Different as in good, or different as in bad?” “I don’t know, I just sense something isn’t right with her and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just best friend sense…” “Best friend WHAT?” Ares raises his voice laughing loudly. “Best friend sense! You know....like when you know something is up with your friend before they tell you anything?” He just laughs loudly at me. I cross my arms and glare at him, “I believe you babe! I’ve just never heard it called that before.”

Astra asked but her friend ignored her. "The perfect color for your skin right now is red. It will look good on your skin tone and it will give off the, I am too sexy to be alive vibes," Stephanie said to her as they entered the store. Astra laughed at her friend again. Astra was excited herself, but she did not share that level of enthusiasm with her. "I am pretty sure I am not the sexiest woman to be alive. I do not even have the strength to look it, I am five months pregnant, Stephanie!" Astra told her friend.

"Yes, we're already there, Luke. But we're not kids anymore. We have our own life. You have a girlfriend, Charles is wooing me. There's nothing to lose if we avoid each other, right? Please, Luke. So— he cut off the rest of what she had to say. "Please Athalia, even just now. When Mom and Mickaela come home, I promise I'll avoid you. But now, let me make it up to you. Let me be your Best Friend for a month while they're gone. Please, Athalia. " he said in a pleading voice. If he must kneel, he will do it so that she does not avoid him. Ath took a deep breath. "Okay. I agree, Luke. Even though I came here for work, I can't refuse you. You're still my best friend." she said. He smiled at her a

It's just how your genes work out, I suppose. "I'd do you if you were a guy," she nods and I snort with laughter. "Thanks." After grabbing her own History book, we slowly began to walk outside, planning to soak up a few moments of the sunshine, before being ushered inside. My best friend is gorgeous. She has porcelain white skin, dark, brown eyes and bright, red hair, that trails down her back, resting at her elbows. The sun lights her vibrant hair and I stare in envy at her long locks.

“I think I have just what you are looking for.” A mischievous smile spreads across my face. “Oh, I need to look for an amazing picture for my profile, too. I want something that will make Brett cream his shorts, but not something too flashy that will chase the girls away. I need to be friends with both.”