Romans & histoires Falling In Love With Your Best Friend

DAYS passed and soon turned to months, then to years. What they thought was just a year of being roommates lasted until they graduated. They even became best friends. Charles was comfortable calling his best friend Gab, short for Gabrielle. Similar to Angelo who calls him Nick, short for Dominique. But that friendship was ruined by that single phrase. "I love you, Nick." Charles can see the sincerity and pure love in Angelo's eyes. But damn! That's their rule number one! No falling in love with each other.

“Fuck. You always know what to say, don’t you?” I smile, glad that he gets it. That he sees things the way I do. Because honestly, he is the best person I have ever met. I couldn’t have asked for someone better. I really wish he could see himself through my eyes. Then he would know just how amazing he is. “I love you,” I say because I mean it. He leans forward and our lips meet halfway. “Gross. Can you two not do this here?”

"I'm sorry, I can't do this speech and it was going really bad anyways... I just want to— I have to make a confession. I want to confess that I'm a liar, I was a shitty person, a shitty friend to the one person who would always have my back no matter what. I betrayed your trust, your love, I betrayed you. And I'm so sorry. I cannot express enough how much I have missed you since the day you said you were done with me. I'm so sorry for all the things I did and I can't tell you how much I love you. I don't care anymore. But I want to tell you guys that I fell in love in this place, I fell in love a little when I watched this person walk in the hallways with that huge radiant smile, always smil

And then he had dumped his everyday black converse for a white one, all that because he was coming over to her house later that day. He had felt deflated when she had been too angry to notice the effort he made. But she had noticed when they finally left the bed to make dinner and she complimented him. It had practically made his day including the quick admiring looks she stole at him when she thought he wasn’t looking till he entered the train. His effort had been worth it. He chuckled inwardly. As much as he liked the new feelings and behaviours, he feared it. He knew what they meant. It wasn’t unusual, it happened a lot in bestfriend relationships. He was falling for her, he was falling f

“I don’t even care how clingy that sounds.” It’s not friendly love anymore. I think I’m in love with her. Like in the real way, couples fall in love. She smiled, her eyes misty. “I know. Me too.” I swallowed hard with my heart filled with joy. “I don’t even know what it means to be in love with your best friend. But I’m here. I’m trying.” “And you’re doing just fine,” she whispered, kissing the top of my breast, right over my heartbeat.

I looked out at the water, afraid to face her, but the words tumbled out anyway. “Emma, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You know me better than anyone. But lately… it feels different. I don’t just see you as my best friend anymore. I keep noticing things your laugh, your smile, the way I feel when I’m around you. It’s not the same as before. It’s more in a way I'm scared to say,I don't want to loose you.” My throat tightened, but I forced the last words out. “I think I’m in love with you.”

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

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 smiled softly, staring at the coffee table in front of me. “You forced me to let you become my friend. You made it a point to remember things that I love. At some point you knew me better than I knew myself. You looked out for me, you took hits for me, even when you knew I could take them. You were ever the gentleman and it never bothered your ego that I never needed saving. It never bothered you that I never screamed for your help. You were my best friend. When I was with you I felt like a better person, and maybe I was a better person. Once I finally let you in my walls, we were completely glued by the hip. I was addicted to the feeling of being around you. When we’ were together, it’s l

I let out a long, shaky breath and dropped the soda cans onto the table. "I don't know," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "I... I think it is. Honestly, Sophia, I just realized tonight how much I actually love him." "Oh my gosh," Sophia gasped, a huge smile breaking across her face. She grabbed my hands. "Flora, that is amazing! He is totally crazy about you too, I can see it. But wait... why do you look so absolutely terrified?" The joy in her face made the reality of my situation hit me like a slap. I pulled my hands away, rubbing my temples as the stress crashed back into my chest.