Best Friends Story Novels & Stories

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.

How do I break the news to them. They don't want me involved with Quincy. But I'm happy he's my first kiss. "I need to tell you guys something" I started. Nina frowns as she knows it's something she doesn't want to hear. Or maybe I shouldn't tell them. But this are my best friends. I have to tell. "So......what do you wanna tell us, Issy?" Jeremy asked. Goodness

There was one time when we sat atop a house's roof during a meteor shower and unintentionally rode on the waves of emotion as we watched the sky. She told me that she's only ever felt alive in two moments of her life: one was the time of our first real duel and the other was when her childhood best friend confessed. She told me a story similar to Aster's story. They were childhood best friends who became lovers, where neither wanted to bend their paths for the other and so they parted ways. She became a cop and he, in her words, was probably somewhere in the world committing crimes. They became each other's enemies. It was a tragic end to a beautiful relationship.

Unbeknownst to her, this seemingly insignificant gesture was the beginning of an enduring friendship. With their combined efforts, the grand sandcastle that Jane had dreamt of finally took shape. Their classmates watched in awe as the sandcastle, a symbol of their newfound friendship, stood tall and proud in the sandbox. This unexpected collaboration marked the beginning of an extraordinary journey, one that was filled with shared dreams and countless adventures. Over the years, Jane and Mike became inseparable. They laughed together, cried together, and discovered the world together. They forged an unspoken pact, promising to stand by each other through thick and thin. This bond was a testa

It’s not like she can use a sad story against me, because it’s a sad story. “Well him and I use to be best friends, we met in high school, freshman year and hit it up as buddies. We grew up together later on, went to the same college and graduated together. Something kind of happened that separated us for six years where we were unable to contact each other. He did everything he could to get to me, but couldn’t and was told that I’ve chosen to no longer have him in my life. Which was a lie, they just wanted to separate us because they knew I was in love with him. And now, Seb hates me because he believed what he was told and wouldn’t allow me explain my side of story to him. He thinks I’m ly

She hugged me tighter. “Look,” she said softly, “this isn’t the end of the road. You saved a billionaire today. That’s got to count for something. And you’re going to get another shot, I promise.” I smiled faintly, her optimism working its usual magic. “BFFFF?” “BFFFF,” she echoed, grinning. “Best Friends Forever For Always and For Realsies.” --- Charles

I can't breathe because I am crying and Kaleb soothes me, whispering sweet words in my ear. " I'm sorry." He said softly. " I will fix this. I'm sorry. She'll calm down and come back to her senses." But even those words from the boy I love could ease the crippling pain in my heart. I know how stubborn Mira can be when she is mad. She once stayed not speaking to Kaleb for a week because he poured rotten eggs in our hair during a prank. I lied to her. For weeks. Best friend's don't lie to each other. The bracelet was a symbol of that. A symbol of our promises.

After taking a few deep breaths, I said, "Let me share a story with you, Kim." I continued, "When I was eight years old, I was in a very dangerous situation with my best friend, similar to yours. To me, he was like a brother, and I adored him more than I did anyone else. However, there was this problem that only one of us could make alive: either him or me.”