Falling In Love With Best Friend Books の小説・ストーリー

SMITH Loving your best friend has always been one of the most popular and romantic tropes in books and movies. I recall sitting in front of televisions and going 'awwn' as they finally realized their feelings for each other in the last scenes of the movie or the last pages of the book. No matter how much agony and pain they go through, it all gets sorted out in the end, and they admit their feelings for each other. It was fiction, but it was nice watching them. Until it became my reality, and I had to realize how different reality was. It sucked.

imagine falling for someone who accepts you with all your quirks, someone who laughs every time you drink soda and spill half of it on your shirt. someone who watches sappy movies with you a million times and wipes your tears when you cry over a fictional character’s death, again. imagine falling for someone who knows your weaknesses and turns them to into your strengths, someone who holds on not just because they are in love with you. but also because you’re their best friend too. imagine falling profoundly in love with someone who not just happens to be your soulmate but your best friend. to find someone beautiful, someone who puts everything else that has ever been called beautiful, to sh

"Sky, this isn't funny. You can't just... leave me like that." "Oh, Trouble, you'll thank me later. Trust me, the wait will make it worth it." He wraps his arms around me from behind, and my anger vanishes into thin air. Oh God! Why is it so hard to stay mad at him? I glance at him over my shoulder. "You better make it worth it." "I promise." As he plants a soft kiss on my cheek, I close my eyes, losing myself in his touch. How did we go from best friends to this in just a matter of days? It feels surreal, like something out of a dream—or a romantic novel. I'd fantasized about moments like these, but never dared to believe they'd actually come true.

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

I sure didn't make a lick of sense to her. She didn't get it I could tell she didn't. How could she possibly understand the tangled web of emotions and secrets that consumed me? I didn't tell her the rest: that I was in love with my father's best friend, that his son hated me , that the son might not even be Mateo's because of Rafiq's stupid creepy face, that his parents had looked at me like I was a womb with legs, that Valentina Mateo's ex had been a one-night stand too. The weight of those unspoken truths threatened to suffocate me.

She stiffened in his hold, wishing, just once, that someone would appear and pull her away. Why would someone like him want to be friends with an omega like her? “I… I have to get to class,” she muttered, hoping he would let go. “What’s the rush?” He teased, tightening his hold slightly. “I thought we were getting along.” Her heart pounded painfully in her chest. Then his fingers slid under her chin, lifting her face so their eyes locked. “So,” he asked softly, “will you be my friend?” She swallowed. His gaze was different. Heavy. Commanding. It wasn’t like Jake’s fiery intensity. This felt colder. Calculated. Intimidating.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

We do not visit each other enough. "So, how is your 'best friend'," Charlotte put air quotes around the word best friend. There are very few people who knew just how much I loved Kiara. My mistake was telling the twins, they were overexcited teen girls who thought my life was just a slow burn friends to lovers novel. But it was not. Kiara was a real person and real feelings, feeling that only saw me as a friend. Sometimes those feelings saw me as an annoyance, something she was not shy to make known. If the day ever were to come where Kiara and I were in love with each other at the same time, I would be happy to die.

Two years ago, The bus drove past the familiar street, the trees disappearing from our view. It's the first day of my 11th grade, Liam is in his senior year. I was beyond excited to come to school with my best friend aka my boyfriend. The summer is spent together with Liam playing or going dates. I am happy is an understatement, I have never felt this way for someone. When I was younger I firmly believe I won't fall in love, yet I fell for my best friend without me realising my feelings for him.

I love him so much that it's causing me immense pain. She was shedding silent tears while sharing her anguish with her best friend, her diary. Her eyes were puffy from crying for days, and her hair was a mess, just like her life. Because she trusted him with her entire heart, deep down she knew there would be some valid reason for his sudden disappearance.