Boyfriend Best Friend Novels & Stories

I wasn't expecting that question. "A boyfriend, I broke up with him about three years now, and yes, I do have a best friend that I've been together with since childhood. Member of family, I don't think I have one," I reply to him casually, even though I never wanted to talk about the part of my boyfriend. Carl and I met during my last year in high school, and we fell in love. We started dating afterward, and we were lucky enough to get into the same college, and in the same department too. Carl was the best thing that ever happened to me, but I guess fate didn't want us to end up together, which was why we departed.

"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."

And she didn't tell me? “Wow” I gleamed. “Good for her.” He adjusted, tilting his head to the side to meet my eyes. “Are you… jealous?” “What? No!” I cut him off. “Of course not. She's my best friend. Besides, I have a…” The rest of the sentence fluttered into the background. Did the word boyfriend really just attempt to slip down my tongue? Nah. All I had were situationships and pretty confusing situations. “No boyfriend?” He asked in a way that seemed a lot gentler than I was willing to admit.

I said in a very low voice, sobbing. “Damn no! You know it isn’t just about sex or getting laid. You know something is lacking. You know something is missing. Unfortunately, you are the only one who has the time to face it. Your too-good-to-be-true boyfriend is busy adding up more zeros to his salary. He didn’t even realize he is already losing you,” she took another sip, she even added, “That asshole! He is also my friend, but my best friend comes first.” I smiled and found comfort.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

"Maria I just wanted to know in advance because my parents want me to go to the event at 6:00, so I just didn't want to go they alone" I need a ride anyway so I might as well ride with my best friend, "Will your parents be with us if I say yes" "Yeah, if it's not a problem, please say yes, I don't want to talk to Rebecca. She is so annoying she still likes me even though I broke up with her, can you imagine" Rebecca was one of Jason's girlfriend, I say "one of" because he has a lot of girlfriends. She was always so obsessed with him since she meet him in high school, they dated for 4 months, longest relationship he ever had, the norm was a month.

"What does that even mean? Kaleb, do you actually believe that you've stolen me from Samson?" "Maybe?" Kaleb shrugged. "That's ridiculous." She bit the apple, laughing. "It's not. He's a man, too," Kaleb remarked. No, Kaleb was not into her. The sweet guy was naturally nice to everyone. That's what Sasha really believed. "He is, but not as psycho as someone I know… And by that, I mean you," she replied. "And not every relationship has to involve romance; some are just pure friendship." "Sure . . . If you say so." Kaleb said, rolling his eyes as he proceeded with the cooking.

" I will pluck out of those teeth!" " Hehe! Sis! I will marry my boyfriend tomorrow!" She grins. " Do you ever know what a boyfriend is?" " Yes." " Tell me the definition of boyfriend!" I scoff. " The boy who gives you candy. He gave me a chocolate." " No. They are friends." " No! Boyfriend!" she insists. This girl is getting spoilt. " I am older than you. So I know!" I smirk. " Then why don't you have a boyfriend? You suck!" She rolls her eyes. How dare she!!!

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

I look to my left and see Gia standing and hitting her champagne glass with her fork. “Since you guys are all full, I think it’s time for my maid-of-honor/best-daughter’s speech.” I glance at Fenice and see her smiling as she turns her full attention to Gia. “As you all know, B is my best friend, and Papi is my father. My best friend fell in love and married my father. Isn’t that something?” She chuckles before continuing. “I know what many of you are thinking—that it’s weird. Trust me, I get that. It was weird for me, too. But then I realized how much they love each other and how happy they are together. Their love is special, and nothing should ever keep them apart,” she says as she wipes