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"I want you to know I'm here for you. Always. No matter what happens or what choices you make." "Even terrible ones?" I tried to joke. "Especially terrible ones." She grinned. "That's what best friends are for. No matter what happens. Even if you end up sleeping with your impossibly hot boss and need someone to help hide the body when it all goes wrong." I laughed despite myself. "I'm pretty sure that's not in the best friend handbook."

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

"Oh fuck baby! Yes, come on my cock." His breath is ragged as he lets out a groan of utter ecstasy; cuming inside the condom, emptying himself. We lay here, sweaty messes, tangled in each other's arms, completely sated, and still in awe it happened. "That was better than I ever thought it would be, Scarlet." "I know... I just... Wow." "Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did."

And lifting my leg, so I was on one knee, did nothing to initiate her filling her lungs. Go big or go home. "Masyn, I never imagined when we met in kindergarten that seventeen years later you'd be my best friend. But now that I've had you, I never want to let you go. I know it's fast, although not really, considering how long I've loved you, and-"

he replied, smiling at me. "Oh, Patrick. That's fine for me. It's like I've met two Patricia's in my life," I said, and he chuckled, "but I can still see the goodness in your heart, even though you're so strange and mischievous. It's the same as Patty's." "Anyway, are you certain Shan is really just your best friend?" he asked. I sneered, "Yeah, of course. He's been my best friend ever since. He's always there for me when I'm sad and lonely, and you know how sad my life is."

He looked up when I walked in, and his face lit up. “You came.” “You asked.” He smiled. “That’s what you used to say to him, isn’t it?” I froze. “How did you—?” “I read your book, Ava. The first one. The one about the girl who loses everything.” He set down his book. “I figured it out. The ex‑boyfriend. The best friend. The betrayal.” I sat down across from him, my heart pounding. “And you still wanted to have coffee with me?”

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.

“Can wait. I’ll speak to your boss if I have to.” I sighed, trying to find a gentle way to turn her down. “I—” “This getaway is our excuse to properly say goodbye to Elliot,” Mr. Perez cut in. “I know you and my son haven’t been the best to each other this year, but five years of friendship—you want that under the drain?” “Mr. Perez, you’re right. Elliot and I have fought more than ever this year. And—” “And you always forgive each other,” he interrupted again. “Your friendship is unbreakable. I’m sure whatever happened, you two will understand each other again. But for now, you have to come and say goodbye. If it helps, Chloe isn’t even invited.”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han