Novel & Cerita Best Friends Graphic

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

"Oh c'mon, you don't have to be. We are best friends of course." Mart replied her. "Group hug." They chorused together and laughed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Drop your review please 😊

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"I won't bring you down, trust me." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ This really happened, enemies turned into friends. The beginning of a good story for future relationships :b Do you think they will make it out on time? Or will they fall into A class? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Everyone knew that no one ever won banters or arguments when it came to her but that didn't stop us from trying. I unwrapped my painting and turned it around so everyone could see. "I had painted all of us as a Friends character." It was one of their most famous poses—one where they walked with their arms interlocked with each other. I had given them our faces. Or what I thought we would look like when we were older, which I can proudly say is almost accurate. "Did you actually make this when we were eleven?" Cameron looked shocked. "I did."

“When everything’s safe… when my life stops feeling like a ticking bomb, you can all fly here. I want it. I need it. Just not yet.” They all just nod their heads together. And thank goodness they don't argue either. They totally get me, inside and out. Absolutely, that's what friends are all about, isn't it? We can't really call ourselves Lovely Buricats if we're all just a bunch of misunderstandings. Liza smiled softly. “Then until that day… we’ll write with you. Even if it’s long-distance.” I settled into bed, facing my laptop with my phone right next to it. I cleared my head. Everything's going to be just fine.

"A friend is someone who knows about you and loves you just the same." ~ Elbert Hubbard *** Raina Williams. "What the fudge are you going to do?" Grayson said in an irritated voice. "Why is he here? Did you call him? This is just great my BESTFRIEND FINALLY GETS OVER HER STUPID ASS FIRST LOVE THEN HE DECIDES TO POP OUT OF NO WHERE JUST GREAT." He yelled a little louder for my own liking so I immediately hit him on his left arm.

"How about we hang out and cuddle each other, lets say my place? Frank questioned, a wary look on his face as he thought I would decline. I then smirked and nodded. "Your place it is" "I thought we were hanging out." Harmony groaned, which made me snap my eyes away from Frank to give him a pleading look. "Get a girlfriend bro." Tenda laughed but shut up after I gave her a glare. "How about we hang out tomorrow hmm? I pleaded with my puppy dog eyes. "Fine!" He sighed, followed by a small smile and a nod of approval in my direction. "I guess thats what happens when your two bestfriends are dating"

Then he said the words that changed everything. Maybe we need help. I asked what kind of help. He did not answer. He went to bed. I lay awake all night. The next morning, I found him in the kitchen. He was making coffee. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense. I asked again. What kind of help? He turned around. His face was calm. Too calm. He said he had been thinking about Luca and Eli. My stomach dropped. I asked why. He said they were his oldest friends. He trusted them. He said he had called them. They were coming to visit.

Shawn must sense my internal struggle because he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't overthink it," he murmurs. "How can I not?" I look up at him. "Shawn, what kind of friendship is this?" He's quiet for a moment, considering. "Friends with benefits," he says finally. I frown. "What's that?" "It means we're friends who also... help each other out when we need it." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Fuck buddies, basically. Either of us can call on the other when we need them. No strings. No expectations."