Best Friends Falling In Love Novels & Stories

All I saw was Adrian, my Adrian, beautiful and brilliant and utterly bewildered. I took another fortifying breath, then slowly, deliberately, dropped to one knee. The cold from the ice floor seeped through the fabric of my suit, but I barely felt it. My gaze never left his face. "Adrian," I began, my voice a little husky but steady. "We've known each other for more than a year now. A long, wonderful year." My voice hitched slightly. "And even before that, for so many years, you were my best friend. And then, for the past many months, my boyfriend." I swallowed. "But I don't want to be your best friend or your secret lover anymore."

One second I was between his legs, the next I was hiding like a scared child. What is happening to me? I press my palms against my eyes, trying to slow my breathing. He wants more. That's what that was. He wants to be something real, something public, something that has a name and expectations and— 'No. No, no, no.' This is still Cade. Cade West. Beck's best friend. The guy I've hated for years. The guy who's dangerous and complicated and involved in God knows what. We're just... we're just fooling around. Having fun. Scratching an itch.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

I told him about Olga and Joshua's second date, which had been so painfully awkward they'd ended up at a children's arcade and spent an hour racing toy cars. "They're basically already married and neither one will admit it". I rolled my eyes. He laughed. It felt... good. Strangely, wonderfully normal. Like we'd been casual friends all along, not whatever burning, messy, complicated thing we'd actually been. The bus's announcement system crackled to life, calling out my stop. "I gotta go," I said, already pushing myself to my feet. "Be careful at work, okay?" he said. "I love you." "I love you too."

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

Baby, how can I tell you that you’ve captured my heart from day one? How can I convince you that you are the only one I want to spend every waking moment with? You are my best friend, Babe. You are my best friend, Honey. You are my best friend, Darling. Best friends to lovers that's what we are oh.. oh… oh. I began to sway to the beat and continuously began tapping my feet on the ground to follow the rhythm of the music. Five years we were best friends. Then on the sixth, I popped the word.

Feelings were always such a burden to bear, and Cho-ae didn't know what she expected to gain by falling for someone who could only ever see her as a friend. "I'm sorry. This is all so silly." She laughed at herself, her thumb wiping at her face as soon as she pulled away from the hug, but Hana pouted at her. "You're going to think it's stupid." "What's stupid! You're stupid for thinking that! C'mon now, tell." The smaller girl put her hand on her hip and glared at Cho-ae, who chuckled at her sass. "I...Well, Young-mi likes someone from the Engineering department." Her hand rubbed at her nape and she refused to meet Hana's eye, who didn't say anything for a few seconds.

I smiled softly at the painting, thinking about the real matter and how it wasn't allowed. "Dhruv and I were close, very close. I was his only best friend. One day, we kissed on his fifteenth birthday, and next morning, he remembered nothing because of being drunk. I was going to tell him when he told me he had a crush on some other girl." My eyes blinked. "And I realized I was falling in love with him, so I left him. I couldn't deal with the feelings. I tried being okay, but I couldn't be." I took a deep breath, "I loved my best friend and he never loved me as I did."

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”