Friends Next Generation Novels & Stories

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

"Well, then promise me the day that you know, you will tell me too. We might not be able to be lovers, but maybe we can be friends." "Clay, you know that a man and a woman can't be friends, especially if they come from where we did." I don't know if I should take this as a rejection; I am trying to show her that I am here for her no matter what. Yes, if we do move on completely, it does not mean that we cannot still be friends. We shared a very traumatic experience together, which was once the best time of our lives, and there is nothing and no one that can take that away.

“You have only had two shots so far.” They had not seen each other since Christmas, and that was practically the only time they met since parting ways to go to college. Still, after growing up as playmates who lived next to each other, they remained friends who would meet up for drinks when they were in town. That was why Long Wei found it strange that Daniel wasn’t displaying his usual humor, or that he who was the king of holding his alcohol would not drink more than a couple of shots. “Just family business” Daniel shook his head. “So, you have three tickets for the game on Sunday. How much for one?”

Then back at Logan. A slow smile appears. “Depends.” “On what?” His eyes find mine again. “What’s being served.” Silence. Complete silence. Jake immediately starts choking on his drink. Marcus mutters, “Oh no.” Bree makes a sound suspiciously close to delighted cackling. And suddenly I realize something terrifying. This isn’t about football. It isn’t about hockey. It isn’t even about rivalry anymore. Because somewhere along the way, without meaning to… I stopped being a neighbor.

"They're just busy. They'll contact you as soon as they can. I know they will." Adam gives out a dejected groan. "God, I hope you're right." I relaxed some knowing he wouldn't be leaving his house. "I am." After a few moments, I broke a lingering silence, "Hey, Adam?" "Yeah?" He responded automatically. "What do you say we spend the rest of the day watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and I'll answer any questions you have when you get them. Sound good?" "Every question?" With an eyeroll that I knew was invisible to him, I hummed in agreement.

Fûck I head out and placed my thumbprint so the gate opened. The car entered and I could sight Megan grinning at me. They parked then came out. "Hey bestie" she exclaimed. "I thought he was your bestie?" I asked her as she hug me. "C'mon, we are all bestie" she replied. "Your house is dope, let's go in" she said, walking to the front door. "I didn't know Noah was your neighbour" Max said.

As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents. Excitement built as rumors spread among the neighbors. "It looks like someone has finally bought that house!" they whisper to each other. One of the neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bansal, a couple in their mid-50s, can't contain their curiosity any longer and decide to go meet the new family. They walk through the gate and find the owner of the new house instructing the movers on where to place the furniture. Mr. Bansal greets the owner cheerfully, saying "Good morning".

Rosa was in her room with her dog Neptune and her drone robo Curiosity . Yes she named her dog Neptune. She was very fascinated by the space and was hopeful that one day the humans will find other extraterrestrials who are intelligent and maybe they can make peace with us. Her teen mind had vivid imaginations about that day. There will be hope, peace and joy. She is 18 years old. She has dark brown hair reaching till her mid back and ocean blue eyes with rosy ivory skin. She loves to collect vintage artefacts and she loves to read stories about the universe, multiverse and everything beyond.

"My mother built it. Now it's my turn to carry it forward." The crowd applauded. I watched from the back, Adam's arm around me. "She's ready," he said. "She's been ready." The Next Generation The siblings kept coming. Not the ones from my mother's journal they'd all been found. But their children. Their grandchildren. The next generation of a family that had been scattered and was now gathering. Daniel brought his daughter. Sarah brought her son. James brought his partner. The garden filled with new faces, new voices, new stories.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.