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Max's advice was based on his own middle school experiences with social rejection and the eventual realisation that genuine friendships were more vital than popular acceptance, lessons he sought to pass on without diminishing James's current emotional agony. "I was also more interested in building things than sports when I was your age," Max said; "and I lost some friends who thought I was weird, but I eventually found other kids who appreciated my interests and became much better friends." "Where did you meet them?" James asked, hoping for practical advice on widening his social circle beyond the classmates he had known since elementary school. "Some were in my shop class, some I met throug

Jing-Mei said, her voice serious now. “Most of you don't know anyone on campus yet, or at best have a high school acquaintance or two here. So make friends as quickly as you can. Don't be shy. Approach people in your dorm and in your classes. Try to make a best friend. Someone you can do things with, laugh with, even cry to if needed, whether it's about a class you're struggling with or about a boyfriend. She paused for a moment, smiling again. “I guess that last one goes mostly to my fellow coeds. But guys, maybe you'll need a buddy to brag to about the latest chick you scored, or whatever it is you guys talk about when we girls aren't around.”

"But he doesn't like to talk. How will I be his friend?" I hold her shoulder, pulling her closer. "Well, we don't make friends. We just become friends with each other unknowingly. And we should never have a motive of making friends. So, just be yourself. Don't talk to him if he doesn't want to. Just be polite. Give people their space. If you become friends, it's great. If you don't, it's fine" She gives a wider smile. "It's getting boring, no?" I ask. "What should we do?"

I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

I stared at him before laughing so hard that tears started to roll down my face. "What's so funny?" "You." "I'm funny?" "Yeah. Remember when you said that I was different?" He nodded. "I am." I walked to the kitchen and opened a cupboard. I retrieved a large book and walked back to him. "If you read through this and you're okay with it,no problem. You can be my friend."I gave him the book. "Guidelines to being Tess Harvey's friend," he read the title aloud. "Are you kidding me?" "No, you can drop it if you want."

I needed something to do—some way to go make friends. And I remembered the books I’d been given when I’d been looking at clubs. The book club, I hadn’t gone to a meeting yet but… if it was alright maybe I could join late? At the very least I’d branch out and meet new people, I could even wallflower a bit since they probably wouldn’t force me to interact. Yeah, I could do it! I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes.

she asked with a confused look “Yes. Or you don’t want to be friends with me?” he asked narrowing his eyes into a frown “No, it’s not like that. It’s just that I am confused if this is how easy it is to make friends” she explained and he was too stunned to speak for a second “It’s not like there is any hard process or step to making friends. You can be friend with anyone as long as you decide and set your mind on it” he remarked and laughed a bit “I see! I have to quickly go in before my mother starts looking for me” she said to him and raced up the alley.

Suddenly I feel nervous. It’s not like he would try to pull something on me on the first day we met, right? And certainly not while I am dressed like this? But why did he inadvertently try to ask if I had a boyfriend? Maybe I should invite him in and see where it goes? No, that’s probably a bad idea... we are neighbours after all. How awkward would it be to have a one night stand with your neighbour and have to see him all the time. Bad Blair! It’s ok to just have guy friends without benefits too! I’d best just go home and do some work...

“Okay, so what should we do today?" “Uhm,our bucket list? We've done the makeover, what's next?". ”Uhm…". Malison pulled out her book. ”Making new cool friends." She read. “You wrote them down?". I asked ”Yes, why?". “Nothin". I shrugged. “So how do we go about this one?". “Last time we talked about we talked about improving our confidence, which I guess, we did in a weird way, or didn't we?".

I added. "Why does it feel like you are forcing me to do it?" He asked. "Forcing is one way to make friends, okay?" I told him. "So you don't have to take me to the library whenever you want to borrow books. You can also ask other people to come with you." I added, smiling at him. "You are creeping me out with your smile."