Boyfriend And Best Friend Novels & Stories

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

And somewhere along the way, i started noticing her in a different way. It started with small things. The way she laughed, loud and unapologetic. The way she'd roll her eyes at my jokes but smile while she did it. The way she'd text me about something that happened in class, something she knew Ava wouldn't find funny but she thought i would. I told mysleft it was nothing. That i was just appreciating my girlfriend's bestfriend. That's normal. That's healthy.

"You don't know how much I miss you Ath. I miss you so much. But, you didn't even tell me that you miss me too. You're avoiding me— she cut off the rest of what he was going to say. "Because you have a girlfriend. Wrong. It is wrong to see we're still close, Luke. You have a girlfriend, and I'm a woman. Even if we're just friends, I'm still a woman. I know she'll be hurt when she sees we're still together. So please, bear with me Luke. Even though we're not always together, you're still my best friend. " she said and stared into his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked down.

If only that were the case. The truth is, I have no friends, and Dad wants to make sure I’ll be around other human beings instead of locking myself in my room with no social interaction. I'm sure others make it fine in life without being forced into social situations that make them uncomfortable. He won’t have anyone to watch over me if I stay in a dorm room. What’s he going to do pay my roommate to hang out with me? With my brother being a social butterfly, I’ll be exposed to people my age. What Dad forgets—or decides to ignore—is that I’m going to be surrounded by half-naked girls all the time. Adam is definitely one of those guys. I love him, he’s my brother, but he’s a complete eff-boy t

His face was serious. He said he was ready. I asked if he was scared. He said yes. He was terrified. I stood up. I walked to him. I took his hand. I said whatever happened, she would know him. If he was her father, he would be in her life. If he was not, he could still be her friend. He said he did not want to be her friend. He wanted to be her father. I squeezed his hand. He pulled me close. He held me. Not like a lover. Like a friend. Like someone who needed comfort.

So I did. Not about the kiss. Not about the way he'd cupped my face or the way he'd said "Got what I wanted." I couldn't. That was mine to carry alone. But I told her about the note. The cold dismissal. The way he looked through me like I'd never existed. Sloane's jaw tightened. Her grip on my hand tightened too. "That son of a bitch." "Sloane—" "No. I'm going to kill him." She was already standing. Already reaching for her phone. "He can't treat you like this. You're my best friend. You're not some—some—"

He asked worriedly. “Yes, positive! I’m going to miss you too, Zachy, but no worries, I’ll be back. Thank you for everything, for being supportive, for being my best friend. So with that being said…I’m going to be your best bud and encourage you to go get your girl.” He cocked an eyebrow and gave me a questionable look. “First of all, that’s what bf’s are for, and second, what the hell are you talking about?!”

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!