Friend Bucket List Novels & Stories

Lena’s fingers were submerged in warm, soapy water as she passed a plate toward Lucinda, who took it, rinsed it under the tap, and stacked it neatly on the rack. Then, in a low whisper, Lucinda leaned closer. “There’s never a day that goes by that I don’t see him grumpy,” she murmured, the corners of her mouth twitching in a knowing grin. Lena laughed softly, shaking her head. “Well, you’re not wrong. But he was… um, less grumpy today. Aside from tonight, that is.” Lucinda glanced sideways, eyebrows lifting in mock disbelief. “Really?” Lena nodded, lips quirking faintly as she set another dish in the water. “Yeah. His mom gave us this weird bucket list thing like, a literal list of couple-y

Unable to sit still under their stares, I got up and walked over to the kitchen. “Kieran and I were talking the other day, and I realized that what he said was right. I’ve lost the bakery, and without a job, I know I’m going to lose my apartment.” I turned towards them. “I decided to do something for my best friend to honour her death in a different way. I’m going to do everything on that bucket list.” “The new one you made?” “New one?” Thomas exclaimed. “You wrote a new list?” “It’s not exactly a new one,” I told him. “I just added a few of the things I wanted to do, along with the things Crystal wanted to do.”

“Um, I have an extra pair—I’m not trying to be nice or anything! I just—” Dr. Brown beams at me. “Thank you. But I’m getting them cleaned today. But that’s really generous of you.” I stick my hands in my pockets, feeling awkward for my sudden outburst now. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” I do help myself to some of the chicken patties because I’m starving. Dr. Brown hands me a cup of tea, “So, how are you finding Mistfall Wilderness Camp?” “Awful.” Her lips curve, “How come?”

"Whatever your problem is, I am always here, okay? Do not ever forget that. We are always here beside you." "Thank you so much, Beck." "You are always welcome here. Come back if you want to. You are the biggest star I have ever had, Leilani. It is a loss for me to lose you like this, but I respect your decision. Besides, you've been here for five years. You needed a break." I smiled. "I'm so lucky I found you." He shook his head and hugged me again. "I am very lucky I found you." "Group hug!" I heard Fergie's voice and the last thing I knew, a couple of hands were trying to join our group hug.

I looked at her diamond earring and took a deep breath. "I want to try snorkeling, scuba diving, skydiving, hiking, camping, riding a zipline, sleeping in a yacht, experiencing a long drive, partying, drinking alcohol, and maybe even playing under the rain..." I said and chuckled. a bit. "Hmm..that's a lot..you should make a bucket list out of it." He suggested. "Yeah, maybe soon. If I'll graduate." I said smiling at him. "But you really want to try those?" He asked me.

“May I?” She stares for a moment before sighing, handing him the notebook as she mumbles, “If you must.” Blaze hums as he flips through the empty pages. “I see what you mean.” “Pardon?” “You’ve not many- or any ideas in here.” He observes. “Why is that?” “Because I’ve no idea what ideas to put in there.” She says. “I’m not even sure if I know what a bucket list really is.” “It’s a list of everything you’ve ever wanted to experience.” Blaze shrugs. “What’s so complicated about that?”

I ask. "Not really. Why?". He archs a brow. "Well, Joni's birthday is coming up and I want to surprise her with a trip to France." I reply. "It's on her bucket list." "Isn't a bucket list for someone who's going to die and wants to do everything he or she's never done before?". "I had a bucket list and I wasn't dying." I shrug. "Let's just call it a list of never have I ever."

After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who. But it didn't end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for my cooperation. With a soft sigh, I clicked the eye-catching box, taking another long sip of my drink as I waited for it to load. “Oh,” I exclaimed softly, my eyes sweeping over the document file. It was a bucket list. A sex bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. “That's interesting.” it also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.

The bucket list is a stupid list of things we want to do before finishing high school. I have something as silly as going on a date while she has something as big as sending her singing clip to America Got Talent. The bucket list says I have to try out for drama club this session, something I always put off because Olivia and her minions have been the reigning drama queens but that sneaky bestie of mine snuck it into the list. I get enough acting experience from being in the church’s plays but to Maria, it doesn’t count.

Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do?