Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Mga Nobela at Kwento

the bartender asked, pouring the second. "You could say that." Alex took a smaller sip this time. Three drinks in, his filter dissolved completely. "You know what's bullshit?" He was louder than necessary, but who cared? "Friendship. Total bullshit." The bartender raised an eyebrow but kept wiping glasses. "Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been there for her. And now what? She's ghosting me because I got a little hard? Is that a crime?" His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair.

He snaps, dashing towards the bathroom. My fingers wrap around my arms, my body still warm from being so close to him. My lips curl downwards as my vision blurred with tears. If I had known that doing the dare was going to turn my life upside down, I'd have never done it. Xander has never treated me like this and this space was killing me. There was really no other best friend for me. I should have never done the dare. I should have never read erotic books. And I should have never fantasized about my best friend.

Tastelessness is a communicable disease. Yes, she wasn’t part of the ballsy women who wanted Michael for themselves, but it seemed like we weren’t going to be on good terms when it came to having a business relationship—or should I say, “fuck buddies slash a wifey-to-be of her cousin.” As if she had a say in that. I don’t want to be mean, but I’m quite sure she’s in a circle of friends who don’t know how to properly draw their eyebrows. My eyes were already squinting at her, and she was matching the judgment I was throwing at her.

I looked at him, he realized it too. I forgot to add them in excitement. He smiled eating it, he didn’t say a thing. Don’t eat it!! My eyes begged. It’s tasty, his smirk replied. Can I try? Falling in love with him? The guy who can happily eat the tasteless food I made, will do anything for me. No, he’s my best friend, but there isn’t any rule that we can’t date our best friends, is there?

“Us, when we were still teenagers. When we were still best friends.” “Why? Do you miss it? We can still be like that.” “Just best friends?” I immediately close my mouth the moment that came out of my mouth. He smiles widely and kiss me on the lip. “Best friends don’t kiss each other on the lips… and a best friend shouldn’t be looking like me like they have feelings for me.” I don’t know where I gather that confidence.

He said with a chuckle and I looked away, embarrassed. “Owen and I are like best friends. We tell each other literally everything. So when you left, he called me and told me what happened. He can be such a child sometimes. The chicken tasted great by the way.” He said and I was even more surprised. “But it tasted awful yesterday…” I said as I got into more confusion. “I think it was all a set-up. The ones both of you ate tasted awful, yes. But the rest tasted amazing. Isn't that suspicious?” His brows lifted and I found myself thinking hard.

i challenged him and he smirk waving a good bye . Drake was just another friend. But he was dame good in physics . I opened up my locker and took the books i need . "Which one is next ?" Peach asked . "English lit' " I say and she huffs "Yo bitch's " There we go again . "Hail to the goddess of sarcasm " i say . She hugs me and peach . This is one of our BFFTLEWE What is that ? Best Friends For Totally Like Ever Without Exceptions . I saw this in the movie Radio Rebel and i love it .

Ares quirks his brows inquisitively, “What do you mean by different? Different as in good, or different as in bad?” “I don’t know, I just sense something isn’t right with her and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just best friend sense…” “Best friend WHAT?” Ares raises his voice laughing loudly. “Best friend sense! You know....like when you know something is up with your friend before they tell you anything?” He just laughs loudly at me. I cross my arms and glare at him, “I believe you babe! I’ve just never heard it called that before.”

He picked up the snacks I made and started eating with such delight. “When did you lose your sense of taste?” I asked. He paused and looked at me. “Back when I was kidnapped,” he said. “My best friend and I were taken. They were going to force her to drink something—some kind of drug. I stepped in and said I’d take it instead. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. Since then… I haven’t been able to taste anything.” I bit my lip, feeling a pang of sorrow. “Where is she now?” I asked.

The latest fuck buddy I had was also a good friend of mine, so I don't struggle too much to find a group photo with her in the front, "See? Not a man, not manly at all." "Oh," he makes a face and steals my phone to look at the picture deeply. His stinky jealousy proves me right this time, "Why is everyone you know so fucking hot? Why is this girl so hot?" "Because I have a good taste, it's not my fault h-" I stop myself before saying it: human girls are not up to par with the girls I like, "It's not my fault I have superior taste. Give me it back." "No, let me see your friends," he says and zooms into other people's faces. Ugh, great.