Boyfriend's Best Friend Novels & Stories

He sounds actually interested now, but I am not sure if it’s in the documentary or the p**n. I chuckle. “It’s pretty good… yeah. funny kinda.” “So what happens?” He asks. Okay, so it’s a weird conversation... but it’s nice to just talk... something else than problems and who did what. “This girl goes to her boyfriend's house... but his best friend is there… alone and he is really into her,” I tell him. “Aha… then what?” He is starting to sound relaxed, more like himself. “Well… then you called.” I giggle.

The receptionist just laughed like Kimberly was telling some kind of joke. “I know this is hard to believe but I have had men who have best friends who they love so much and do everything with them. For records, my ex was the same as his best buddy. Always partying together and doing everything together and I think it is cute '' Kim wanted to slap this girl in the mouth.

"One day you will have a best friend like the one I have." although Michellae wasn't sure about it but she smiled in response to the boy's words. then leaned on Joe's shoulder. According to the beautiful girl, as long as she has a boyfriend who is sincere and cares about her like Joe, she doesn't need a best friend, because for Michell, by having Joe as her boyfriend, she also has a best friend.

“What the hell? Bestie? Is that what Todd’s name on your phone has been saved as?” I grabbed my phone and kept it away from her. “That’s because he’s my bestie.” I protested shyly. And then added. “And my boyfriend.”

“Because he is my boyfriend!” “He is my best friend and I have the right to spend time with him just as much as you do. Besides, I met him way before you crawled your way into the picture.” Amber’s voice was calm, but it was laced with venom. “Things change, little girl. You gotta accept that. He is my boyfriend, and you can’t just hold him like this in public just because you claim to be best friends with you,” she said and Amber knew she had a point, but there was no way she was feeding her ego.

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?!”

“Nicki, this is my boyfriend, Jimmy. Jimmy, my best friend, Nicki.” She looked at me, confused. “Boyfriend? You met another guy today.” Between this girl and my mom, I don’t know who to fling out of my life first. “No! He’s the one I told you about. We had a little issue, but we’re okay now.” “Awwww… he’s so cute. I could literally see myself through his skin. No, I’ll take that back. The compliment is for my best friend only.” “Hei! Hei! Hei!” She swung her fist forward and raised her leg like she was in a martial arts movie. What the hell was she doing?

I heard Betty's sharp voice finally. “Betty, are you okay? What's going on?” I couldn't wait to question her. “I am okay, why did you ask?” She sounded confused with my question. “Betty, who is that guy?” I asked almost in a whisper. “Oh. That's Jeff, my boyfriend,” she replied. “Your what?! “My boyfriend, she said again. “For how long Betty?” I inquired. I felt betrayed by even my best friend, she had a boyfriend and never told me.

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.”

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—"