Everybody Ain't Your Friend Novels & Stories

Winnie Question: how do you make real friends that don't abandon you once they find their dream husband? Answer: stop feeling sorry for yourself, Winnie. I sigh at my thoughts. I feel like the whiniest woman on earth, but I wish I had someone who cared about my holiday plans. My friends have boyfriends and families. But I have no one, and like usual, my parents won't come home to celebrate with me. So my Christmas will be lonely, but I can do nothing about it.

“ You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead And you're miles and miles From your nice warm bed You just remember what your old pal said Boy, you've got a friend in me Yeah, you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You got troubles, I've got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you We stick together and see it through 'Cause you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me Some other folks might be A little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too Maybe But none of them will ever love you The way I do It's me and you, boy And as the years go by

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

It was a friendly gesture that was suspicious. Why did everyone want to become my friend all of a sudden? No one did that before. “Hi, Ebony!” “Oh! Hi!” “Ebony!” she offered her hand. “Let’s be friends!” Who is she?

My friend spoke from behind me as we both watch the monitor animated for them to pick up the pieces of their lives. "They're never going to find out because they are so trustworthy and the thing that everybody shares the same sentiments like they do but they have refused to realize that not everybody is going to be on their side and for whatsoever reason that they've decided to become friends with their enemy they should always watch their back." it was just my only of laughing at both of them because how were they not even going to figure out that they were not safe in the midst of somebody who just wanted to see them ruined?

HAHAHA. I have a guy friend whose friend is a playboy. Like, literally, it is so touchy, but not to me but to my best friend. I always leave an impression on guys that I’m too kind. I don’t know. Some guys who I knew the first time were intimidated to make fun of me. End of Text.

"No friends, no family, no loved ones, just us the misfits, the ones who can't be part of the crowd, the garbage." "We've got no one else but ourselves." she turned her gaze towards me, “it’s you and I against the world no one else, best friends for ever!" We clicked glasses like we did everyday, everyday until that day. But now someone thought it'd be nice to remind me about the fact that I couldn't click glasses with my best friend or take shots at the club or thrash a store.

“Your brother today. Tomorrow it’ll be a whole fucking line of men and women who hate you. Your enemies are yours alone, and should not be the poor girl’s problem.” I pushed them apart, forcing space between their bodies. This was fucking ridiculous. “Enough!” I said firmly. “We come first in any dealing. The three of us. That was the pact we made in college and it is the pact that made us what we are today. We don’t throw our lives and friendship away over a woman whom we’ll eventually forget. She’ll leave town just like she wants, find some boring librarian, and forget about us eventually. That’s how it works.”

“I’m the only person who supports her.” “Have you ever wondered why?” “Everyone misunderstands her.” “What if everyone understands who she truly is and you’re the one who misunderstands her.” Sandy sighed. “I don’t want to think of it that way. I might regret a lot of things.” “I understand.” “Thank you, Ridian. Hey, maybe this friend thing isn’t that bad. We should try it.” “Definitely.” That was one less option for me. Damn.

"How would you be my mate?" "Last night," I said. "You know what last night was." "I don't know what you mean." He turned his head. "Someone take her home. She isn't well." Somewhere near the front, one person laughed. Then it spread. A thousand people had just been told what I was, and not one of them doubted him. "Don't do this. If you said one true thing last night—" Celeste stepped between us with both hands up, as if I had struck her.