Boyfriend Best Friend Novels & Stories

We had been together for just shy of three years, and I knew loved him with every fiber of my being. "Maybe we should give it a moment, let them be boys." I said, but Stacy was already onto the next thing, putting her jacket on and letting her hair down. "You're so weird. If Danny was my boyfriend, I'd race out there in a heartbeat to make out with him." Stacy shrugged her shoulders, making me laugh. Stacy McMahon was my oldest friend, and we had a comfortable friendship since we'd known each other for almost a decade and a half. She was always blunt about how I should be more hands-on with my relationship, even though I was comfortable.

Ashley My boyfriend is screwing someone. That someone is my best friend. What the actual fuck? I literally took an hour and thirty-minute drive to meet him, thinking his parents were mad at him, and all the while he was just fucking my stupid best friend. My breath catches in my throat, I blink hard, shaking my head furiously... this happens in movies, not real life. Phil couldn't have faked what we had. Zoe can't just stab me in the back like that. I've known her since I was in preschool.

Joshua POV Today is my best friend engagement party, and I still can’t believe that the idiot is marrying Leticia. I wouldn't say I like her guts. She’s a gold digger, and I am the only one that can see it. Even his family is all in love with her. Especially his mother and father. They were the ones that introduced her to him at one of their big parties to find Archie, a wife.

“I’m just saying—I don’t have a girlfriend. Not a girlfriend girlfriend. But I do have a girlfriend. You—because you’re my girl and my friend. You get it?” I groan. “ No, I don't. Do not even go there.” “Fine, fine,” he says, throwing his hands up again. “Bestie then. I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a bestie—so I can spoil my bestie.” I just stare at him, feeling completely trapped in his world. “You're not going to regret this bestie.“ He assures me taking my hand and holding it firmly. His eyes sparkling and a huge smile on his face.

“I hope you saw it to finish, and you saw where I turned him down? And for the records, he is my best friend and not my boyfriend.” “What best friend asks his best friend to be his girlfriend? You have the worst set of friends.” “It happens. Best friends date and marry their best friends, so don't make it look like a big deal.” “I see. So you want to date your best friend? Need I remind you that you are married to me?” “I am aware of that, dear contract husband.”

There was simply no sense denying the source of my pent-up angst and frenzy - not to the one real confidante who knew me better than anyone. "It's... complicated," I deflected anyway, despite the obviousness of the barb's futility. "COMPLICATED? Yeah, I day the media would love " The world best Boxer new boyfriend "The nerdy Writer boy." "What? How .. how did you know it was him?" I questioned him amazed. "Heh, it's your one and only best friend that you refuse to make your official Boyfriend." He sighed. "Yeah, I know everything about you." He laughed leaving me with my mouth agape.

She was actually quite nice, I guess, with a witty sense of humor. "Olamide na! Buy lunch for me with your money." "Why?" "Cos you're my bestfriend." "And?" "And I'm your baby." Mide snorted, "And?" "And I'm the boyfriend in this relationship." "Abi this one is mad ni. Boyfriend ko. Everyone knows I'm the boyfriend in this relationship." "But I'm older!" "So?" "So I'm supposed to be the boyfriend. That is if we were like, you know, gay and all. Wait, do they like have any boyfriend/girlfriend titles? Or do they just stick with the girlfriend/girlfriend thing?"

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

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?

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."