Every Friend Group Has The Meme Novels & Stories

her friend replied munching on her chips. "So, you prefer Jesse?" The girl asked her friend again. "He's cool" her friend replied softly. I chuckled silently. I knew Fisayo had added me to the group since we met but I never opened the group's chat. I had muted it and archived it long ago. I laughed at myself as I unlocked my phone and went to my Whatsapp. I unarchived it and wasn't surprised to find over 20,000 messages. I just went straight to the last message and someone was telling everyone that the orientation would soon start.

Suddenly I feel nervous. It’s not like he would try to pull something on me on the first day we met, right? And certainly not while I am dressed like this? But why did he inadvertently try to ask if I had a boyfriend? Maybe I should invite him in and see where it goes? No, that’s probably a bad idea... we are neighbours after all. How awkward would it be to have a one night stand with your neighbour and have to see him all the time. Bad Blair! It’s ok to just have guy friends without benefits too! I’d best just go home and do some work...

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.

I then went down when i heard my Dad's car honking. Zainab's pov "Yaya Ameer is going to get the shock of his life." Deeja said clearing the table. 'Yeah he is." I said. I took my phone which was now 66% percent and opened my whatsapp to chat with Jamila and Aisha. Before when we were friends with those three (Maryam, Yasmin and Hafsat) we had our group called 'cute creatures'. But when we fought we canceled the group and made our own just the two of us. Thank God they were both online.

Rick O'Callahaun was another good friend of hers she'd grown up with, and his folks vacationed with the Memmers and Quinns. Needless to say, we'd been a happy bunch. The best of summertime friends. Jenny Winter - a Myrtle local - and Dee - Rick's wife - had come into our lives as teens. Unlike Summer, Ian, Dee, and Rick, who lived in Lake Wylie together, Jenny and I were transient, the oddballs. The group of us got together every year at Seasmoke on Fourth of July week. Tradition. Last year, when I'd been shrouded in guilt over my actions the previous year and could take no more, I'd asked Summer to go out with me. For the past twelve months, we'd been doing the long distance thing.

He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

We’ve walked through the ups and downs together, and that bond has helped us build our own blood within the pack. One of the first friends we made was Mia. She’s a bright spark, always ready with a smile and a joke. Mia has a way of making everyone feel included, and she quickly became our go-to person when we needed advice or just someone to hang out with. I remember one evening, sitting around the fire with her, Kingdom, and a few others, sharing stories and roasting marshmallows. It felt like a moment of pure joy, a reminder that even in a complex world, we could find simple happiness.

Peace said. "I'm with you on it" Zainab said "Me too" Fumbi added. They all looked at me expecting what I was going to say but I just kept mute. "If you're really part of our group and we are your friends then you wouldn't hesitate to help your friends when they need you. A friend in need is a friend indeed" Queen cajoled. "Okay, I'm in" I replied reluctantly. You know what they say about the sheep that walks with a dog? They said there's no way he wouldn't eat feaces. Well, I was that sheep and I was about to eat shit.

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

"I know babe. And that's why you are my best friend." "What about me?", Aiden, Anthony and Adam said at the same time. "You guys too. I can't think of having any other friends apart from you guys. You guys are amazing. I love you guys. I really do." "Aw. That's so sweet", Aiden said. "Group hug!" We all pulled ourselves into a hug including Mel. 'I never thought I would have a friend not to talk of friends. You guys are awesome' Mel signalled and I translation it to them.