Novel & Cerita Friends: The One Where Ross Got High

"My project partner, Rossy." "Oh yeah. What about him?" "He is throwing a party tomorrow. Please come with me." "Again a party? I guess it's at the club, right?" "R-Right." Alice chuckled nervously. "No, you can go with Vector." Rose said. "I broke my friendship with Vector." "Wait, why??" "Because his friend and his Alpha broke my best friend's heart and almost killed her." "But he didn't do anything." "It's his punishment for being the Alpha's friend."

I stared hard at my best friend, Laurel Elliot. "Since all the whipping cream is gone and I've sent you money for all the strawberries, I'm leaving," I said. After all, survival was my absolute priority in this life. It came before anything else. But just as I reached the door, Laurel stepped forward to block my exit. "You used up all the whipping cream, and now you think you can just walk away? What about my strawberry mousse glacee?" My expression turned cold.

"It's just a drink, Harper. Don't make my friends uncomfortable. Lula didn't do it on purpose." "It's all my fault," Lula groaned. She hugged the two cups and retreated to her seat with her head down. The atmosphere turned awkward. Someone tried to light it up. "Let's keep playing. Something else this time!" But Todd had lost interest. He leaned back on the couch, scrolling through his phone. This was our fourth year together. He remembered that Lula liked double tapioca. He remembered which of his buddies had been pulling all-nighters, but he couldn't remember my allergies.

We raised our glasses and cheered. “People are going to think we're in a weird court,” Rose remarked about my speech. “They can think all they want,” Madison responded with light laughter. Our conversation revolved around light topics about the company and the week in general. It still felt like a dream that at the beginning of the week we were falling apart like the Bible’s Job, and somehow we had pulled through. Our devil, advocating for our downfall, however was not far from done with us, and I knew that by the way Richard Summers in spite of telling all his friends to pull out of the company had not done so himself.

My meeting would be a waste of time with my wandering mind, so I retreated into my office. “You missed the meeting.” The voice came from the open doorway of my office. “You ever heard of knocking?” I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I’ve been waiting a week to discuss our newest partnership, and the door was open.” My friend shamelessly responded. “I met my fated one.” I whispered. Wood creaked as he sat on my desk and remarked, “You make it sound like this is something to mourn rather than celebrate.” “She has a child.” I chuckled depressingly, “To make it all better, the child is the result of some werewolf bastard that had no plan on being a father. She’s been raising a pup alone fo

"Are we talking old school or video games?" "You watch TV in here," Rian pointed at the 65 inch flat screen in front of me. "So I think we should go old school." He's right. One of us will end up breaking yet another brand new TV and I didn't want to go to bed in silence. It was meant to be white noise but now I've come to enjoy American sitcoms like Seinfeld and Friends. Ross is so lame. Rachel should be with someone else. I realize I'm the Ross in my relationship with Evelyn. She deserves more.

The least he could do was give out necessary information to the big boss and keep him updated to get a few extra dollars and favors, he could not cross the line of breaking his master's rules. Mr. Rossi ended the call and sighed helplessly. He turned around and looked towards his partner sitting on the couch in his study. "What you saw was the truth." He muttered, returning to the couch. "I was right all along. Your sources are getting rusty my friend." Lawrence muttered, smiling from ear to ear. Lawrence was one of Ross's trusted partners and friends from high school. They have been friends ever since the first day the teacher put them in detention for bullying other children and making the

My voice had cracked in the middle of it, which was a nice touch. He smiled wider. "Really? Not even a hug?" He opened his arms. Oh no. I had imagined this. Not this specifically, not a bar at night with a strong drink and bad lighting but this. Him, close, arms open. I had imagined it the way you imagine something you've decided will never happen, just to torture yourself a little. And now it was actually happening and my body had forgotten every single normal thing about being a person. I dropped my eyes for just a second.

Ross was grabbing coffee when he saw a girl with huge glasses crying ugly and being that he was in a good mood that day after getting back his result for the first test, he decided to make someone smile that day. When Ross approached her, she was quick to narrate everything to him as she was a sophomore in college at that time. It was unusual for Ross to be nice and accommodating but he was, and even bought her ice-cream after she was done telling him all about it. He forgot her afterwards but she…she never did.