Best Friend's Date Novels & Stories

It didn’t touch his eyes. I nodded, lips pressed tight. Say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a mute idiot. “So…” I forced out. “You said something about running late for a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck. That motion pulled his shirt tight across his shoulders. “Yeah.” He said. “Blind date. My friend set it up. Swore that she was ‘prefect’” My stomach twisted in a sharp and weird way. “Same.” His brows shot up. “No way.”

he wanted to know. I bit my lip, wishing I hadn’t laughed because now I did not know what to say. I would rather the topic ended. “It’s just funny because we are best friends,” I pointed out. The best friend line is always the best way to end this type of awkwardness. And I thought it worked because Todd responded with a huff and then was silent for a few moments until we were both seated in his car. He turned to me, a serious look on his face. “What do you think about being my date to the dance this Friday?” he asked, with a seriousness that made this question heavier than it already was.

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

“You’re going to dislocate my shoulder Quinn.” “I don’t care,” she said breathlessly. Of course she doesn't. “My best friend is dating the hottest, scariest man on the planet.” She paused, then smirked. “Also, I'm so glad you’ve officially returned to your senses. Girls were queuing and waiting for you to fuck this up.” I rolled my eyes again, but I won't deny she's right. "Now,” she continued dramatically, “all that’s left is seducing Lysander so we can go on a double date.”

“Well, we’re not technically dating yet. It’s just a date. Like, a singular date.” “Well, when is this singular date?” I wanted to do my best to be supportive. Jaz was back in my life. “Saturday morning, actually. As soon as this jail bird busts out.” “Dude!” I said. “You’re… you’re going on a day-date?” I knew this was a measure only reserved for the most special occasions. He had only used it once before. “Yup.” He smiled happily. “I really hope it goes well. She’s just a good friend, you know? Easy to hang out with. I like spending time with her.”

He will be only to be thinking about me. I got ready for the date, in fact, my best friend Rebecca helped me out. How sweet of her. She made me look perfect for my date. Little did she know that the one I was going to meet with was her boyfriend. She was so naive. I have never met someone so dump. She was so easy to fool, and that is what I will do with her, just fool around with her. When she comes to find out about my relationship with Austin, it will be already too late for her.

"Date doesn't matter in attending a ball. What matters is that we are together, having fun." "Right, Frey. Do not worry. We, your friends will be your date." I comforted. "Don't me, Joy. You have Kevin to be your date, for sure." She pouted and sigh again loudly. "Hey, Kevin can be also your date." I laugh. "Were friends right? So, we guys should date each other." I added. "Correct! Unless Frey is expecting someone who will ask her." Yassi teased while playing with her hair.

I had been trying to reach her, but she wasn't returning the calls. I was worried for a moment but I knew how she was sometimes, so I decided to let it be. But this? My bestfriend was going on a date with Tyler's bestfriend? How had he meet her? Where had their first meeting taken place?

“We will. Just write it down that I said this man is your man.” I laughed even harder. “Well, we need to prepare for this date.” “You need to prepare for this date. I am here to ensure that my best friend has the time of her fucking life.” “Thank you,” “You're welcome. Do you know where he made a reservation yet?” “No,” I frowned. “Well, we have a theme to work with at least. All we need to do is your makeup, and hair. Lucky for you I'm a pro at that.” I giggled hard, picking up

😓😓😰😰😰😰 and I need you and you are not here. Bestie: you know what? It's fucken over. You are not my bestie anymore... Bestie: okay Precious I need you. Pleaseeee come back. I agreed to the date... but I have a suggestion.. 😋😚 Bestie: fuck you.... 😭😭 Bestie: I'm best friendless.. that's me😕😑 I laughed at all the shit she wrote then responded..