Best Friends Mom Novels & Stories

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

She let go of my hug and hurried to sit on the sofa. “You’d better find someone else to carry out our plan. Someone we trust. Oh, Mom will talk to Freddy, your grandma’s assistant,” Mom replied. “I see you’re close with Freddy. Are you guys just friends from college?” I asked curiously while looking at Mom’s face, which looked troubled.

"Mom, seriously, it's for a friend. He asked me for advice and I said I would ask you." She tilted her head and looked at me with an expression that said she had already decided what the truth was and was choosing to be kind about it. "I think I know who you're talking about," she said. "And I don't think it's your friend." "It is." "I think it's Summer." "Mom. She's my best friend." "And?" She said it simply, like it was obvious. "And that's weird."

And yet… something about her eyes made my stomach churn, a familiarity that prickled at the edges of my mind with recognition. Surely, it can't be. Even at her funeral, the only people who showed up were my mom's estranged family and the friends she had made over the years. “You’re lying,” I whispered, still in shock. How could my mother have a best friend and I didn't know about her?

Once mother says her goodbyes to all her childhood friends, we leave. "What do you think about May, you guys were together the whole time." Mother ask, looking over at me. "She's nice." May and I click on a friend level. We both have something in common that we can talk to each other about, something we both can understand. Neither one of us is looking to claim and mark someone as our mate. We exchange numbers and I'm sure we'll hang out again, but as friends. "Do you think she's pretty?" Mother asks smiling.

"The bosses loved my presentation. They even joked about sending me to a conference in the US in June if I keep up the good work." Her eyes twinkled with pride. "That's wonderful, honey! I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, Mom. How have you been?" I diverted the conversation to her. I missed her while I was busy preparing my presentation. "I've been good. Just the usual stuff." My mother had this goofy smile on her face as she told me that her best friend from high school had texted her. "Really? Who?" I asked, intrigued. "You won't know her because she was my friend long before you were born," she said, her smile widening. "Her name is Xander."

I asked my mom as I reached for my mom’s hand and held it softly then stared at her curiously. “Ermmm the thing is i’ve never being so good in making friends, I’m much of a loner, ever since I got married and I had you, you and your dad has being my best friends, I relay don’t need other people aside you both,” my mom said as she pulled me to her chest and hugged me.

she said, obviously frail. I felt tears near the edge of my eyes, my lip already quivering. I hated it so much. My mom was my best friend next to Alice, my confidant, my everything. I’d be so lost without her. But I knew she didn’t have much more time. “Tell me about the boys, you mentioned a surfer boy last time. Was he the blonde in the wedding photos,” she asked, and I knew she was probably drooling over him as I did.

I inform her and she furrows her brows, "Then what friend do you mean? I didn't think you have any other friend apart from her?" "Mom!" I exclaim, feigning annoyance and she laughs. "What? It's the truth, baby. I don't see you around anyone else, but her. " "Of course, I have other friends. Aliya just happens to be the best out of them. " I tell her and she hums. "When do I get to meet this friend of yours?" "You don't have to meet her, and no telling dad about this. " I say and when mom looks me down as a silent complaint about the tone of my words, I add, "Please. "

"Yeah, she's been blowing up my phone when I don't answer after five minutes, so I'm forced to pick up her calls." "Well, my mom told me that they're best friends now since they met," he tells me with a soft chuckle and I look up at him with a confused look to see his amused face. I practically facepalm when I heard that our moms were best friends now because they both had a mix of crazy and kind that made them completely compatible.