Can We Still Be Friends By Justin Bieber Novels & Stories

Tess said gently as they settled in the guest room upstairs. “Nope. Bobby is a nice guy—really nice. And he took it like a champion. He asked if we could be friends, and I thought it might be nice to have a male friend—I’ve not had one of those since college. I mean, the only other guy I hang out with is Mitchael, and he’s my brother-in-law, so he doesn’t count. I guess Jake and the rest of Mitchael’s brothers are all kind of in the friend zone.” “And Justin?”

"That was years ago. I hardly even remember his face." She watched me a second longer than was necessary, and I hid my discomfort with a mask of numbness. "Okay, I won't push it. Just know that I saw Justin, and he asked me how you were." "We're friends." "He likes you, Emily." I looked to the side and anywhere but at my friend. "He does not. Can I finish my coffee, please? Without the drama?" "Fine. Fine. How about we go check out a few stores and forget I mentioned anything?"

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

“What?” “Instead, of subjecting yourself to Justin’s company. I know it couldn’t have been easy playing the loyal girlfriend with him.” Again, I looked away. “I stopped being friends with him just because he hurt you. You could’ve come to me as the farce you needed or whatever.” My lips parted. “No.” I shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He raised a brow in a cocky stance. “Were you worried I would’ve fallen for you?”

Oh my gosh. “Now that you’ve explained your side, I guess this is our official closure—even if it’s way overdue.” He nodded in agreement. “But… Can we at least be friends?” I agreed, even though I knew my husband would object. Jaimie reached out for a handshake, and I gladly accepted it. Ex-lovers can be friends, right? “But I heard something else, Mai. I’m just not sure how true it is,” Jamie said seriously. “Is it about my husband?”

"From now on, we're even." Justin grew hopeful when he heard this, but just as he thought they had a chance to work things out, she said, "I used to hate you, but now, I can treat you like a stranger. I think it's best if we keep that up." Justin's voice was hoarse as he asked, "Can't we be friends?" "No. That wouldn't be fair to my boyfriend," Serena said coldly. She knew Wilson was too jealous and possessive to accept her friendship with Justin, however distant it might be. Besides, she saw no point in making Wilson angry for the sake of a stranger.

Stunned, Anne pouted and murmured, "But you two broke up, didn't you?" Justin pretended not to hear it clearly. "What did you say?" "Ah?" She blushed and felt embarrassed. "I said... I said you're my friend! Can't we be friends after you broke up with Jessica? Am I wrong to care about my friends?" "You're right. It's my honor to have a friend like you." Justin raised his hand to Anne. Embarrassed, Anne stepped back. "What... what are you doing?"

There has always been a tight bond between us and our friendship almost never swayed, even after we graduated from high school and we took different paths. Well, Justin is a bit of an exception since he left Mbano for personal reasons before the end of last high school year and there was a long period I couldn't see him. But he always managed to keep in touch one way or another. As for Asher and Grayson, it was pretty much the same except I was able to meet them more often during the summer breaks, either in our hometown or elsewhere.

and who fucked you. This made me laugh my ass out. Like whu did I find friends like this. Because even Precious was exactly like Susan. A F******k notification came. Jazztine Bieber: okay let's get one thing straight, Sandy isn't my girlfriend, she's crushing on me and I'm sadly not interested. Let me just be honest with you about one thing.. I know I said we ain't catching feelings.. but I like you.. I enjoy your company, I realized that on Sunday... you're a great person and I want to just get to know you better.. and maybe be your friend.

, I gasp in disbelief. “seriously?”, I ask again looking at him with my narrowed eyes. A part of me is still speaking to forgive and forget his words and welcome him in my life and wrap my arms around him and call him dad but do he deserve? No! He doesn’t! “yeah!? And who is going to fix me dad…?”, I snap angrily. “your best friend, I know you will get along with him, justin de souza” he tells making me look at him with wide eyes.