Best Friends Story Novels & Stories

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

The next day started like any other—except it wasn’t. Our mutual friend caught me by my locker, leaning against it with that smirk she always wore when she thought she knew everyone’s secrets. “Do you like him?” she asked, eyes bright and teasing, like she already had the answer. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that she even asked. “No. Of course not.” She nudged me, leaning closer, her grin wider. “Girl… he’s obsessed with you. Just admit it and go get your man.”

*RAMADAN MUBARAK TO ALL *sorry for the late update hope you will enjoy 👍. Sara p.o.v After everything that has been going on, Saleena and I became busy with school work, I was even thinking about how our friendship became so strong. For me it's the best thing that had ever happen to me. I have always been an introvert ever since in middle school but now life was finally granting me wishes. And I don't know how Simran thinks but all hope for is this friendship to always be forever. Or as I think it might not be.

“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.” “Um, I think you misunderstood—” “I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply friends because, trust me, bad boys don’t share. It was silly of me to think otherwise, but that was because I thought you were with Ray, like the news says.” “News?” “Oh yeah, you’re trending, girl. But that’s not important. Now, come on—have breakfast, change so you can show me around. I’ll go cancel Chloe.” She stood up and I nodded, confused but glad she didn't want to kill me anymore.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

“And Sophia. After you sign, don’t let Damien be the one who tells the story first.” “Alright.” I hung up. Tomorrow I was going to sign. Then this would not be a small house fight anymore. Not after his office was already saying I left him for the boss.

In a way, I was glad I didn’t have to do it alone; my best friend was with me. Unsure of what we were after that day, I almost cried when he called me his best friend. I held back the tears because he was the crybaby, not me. Though there wasn’t a single trace of the crybaby I knew in him. I guess we all changed over the years – the three inseparable best friends – Flynn, Carson, and I. Even when Flynn and I were dating, the three of us still hang out, almost every day. Three troublemakers we once were.

The handwriting is small and neat. I met her first. You know that, right? The coffee shop on Maple Street. She spilled her drink. I helped her clean it up. She gave me her number. I lost it the same day. Then you introduced her as your girlfriend a week later. I have never told you how much that destroyed me. I will never tell her. But I need you to know. You won. But I loved her first. I read the letter again tonight. My hands do not shake anymore. They used to.

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.