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"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

And I got a cute, handmade bracelet out of it, I silently added. “I know I warn you and Charlotte about being careful with the people you talk to, especially when you fully enter our world, but it is possible to make friends. And, as you can see,” she said, gesturing to the unknowing figures of the girls I’d sat with, “there are plenty who will enjoy your company. Do you know why?” I shook my head.

Her feet kicked nervously against the mattress. “You excited, sweetheart?” I asked softly. She nodded, but her little hands fidgeted. “What if I don’t make any friends?” Oh. I knelt in front of her and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Molly Edwards, listen to me.” Her big hazel eyes blinked up at me. “Friends aren’t made in one day. They’re made by being yourself. And you… you are the kindest, funniest little girl I know. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”

"That is a very broad question. I want lots of things. I want pizza for dinner tonight! Care to be more specific?" I laughed so hard that I nearly forgot I hadn't had such laughter for a while. "What do you want me to do to become your friend?" I asked, smiling, aware she couldn't see my smile from the bathroom since we were not facing each other. "I think you just did it. I said something that made you uncomfortable, but instead of going away, you just told me right away what you didn't like about what I said. Also, I explained what I meant and you listened. That is one thing friends do. But you are the one who made the offer, so I wanted to know what you meant. It is ok if you don't know.

I asked, quickly diverting the topic. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she showed me the front cover of the book. "It's a new book I bought! It's about childhood friends who eventually turn into lovers. They've done everything together since they were kids, so they never really viewed each other as potential lovers. However, when they stepped into college and decided to be roommates, they started seeing each other in a different light. It's so good! And I'm at the part where the guy is finally going to propose to the girl!"

Seeing her approach me so easily, wanting to make friends with me so freely was something of great shock. “Oh, about being my friend. I'm pretty bad at making friends.” I said to her as she laughed, bringing out her hands for a shake. “That's what makes friendship, you know– friendship. By making the most gloomiest person cheerful. I'm cheerful, you are gloomy. Together we could the make perfect friend.” She added as I looked at her hand for a few seconds before accepting the handshake. “Sophia,” I muttered back as she smiled. “Nice meeting you.”

" I liked you, well, I liked everybody so far, I liked everybody, actually. That may change, but at the moment I'm loving them all.” " Even me? " He looked at her suspiciously, and she could already see the question that would come if she said yes. Clara took a few steps and stood facing him on the sofa, he was sitting down, and she decided to sit next to him, very close, and picked up the book he was reading so much. She saw the name: How to Make Friends and Influence People, by Dale Carnegie. " Oh, I have that book! It's my bedside bible. " She spoke loudly, excited, and began to turn the pages. Otavio looked at her expressionlessly. " I thought you were studying.”

Firefly: "Queen, I'm having trouble making friends. Any advice?" "Making friends can be challenging, but it's all about putting yourself out there and being open to new experiences," I said encouragingly. "Join eh- clubs, groups, or communities that interest you, and don't be afraid to start conversations with people, at all. If they glare, then you glare right back! You're….you and I don't know much b-but we're all amazing and unique. Don't be scared, okay? The chat lit up with responses, praising my advice and sharing their own experiences.

The conversation flowed naturally — favorite books we both loved, quiet cafés we wanted to try, how scary but exciting moving to a new place could be. “You know, you’re actually my first real friend here,” Brigit said with a shy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If it’s okay, I’d love to hang out again sometime. Same hobbies make everything easier, right?” I felt a warm spark in my chest. It had been so long since I made a new friend without worrying about what Ethan would think. “Of course. I’d like that too. It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.”

"After befriending her? What's next?" "Listen. If you’re interested in a girl, you have to find her likes and dislikes, that's why you should ensure that she is comfortable with you. It requires some time and effort, but it shouldn't be the reason to give up. The challenge is not just to make her fall in love with you, but to ensure she continues to be with and accept you. It is crucial to treat her right, and you should also know what not to say or do. Lastly, don’t make her mad because it takes a long journey to be forgiven by women.” "What's the step to befriend a person who's always mad at the sight of me?"