Friends Written Novels & Stories

He thought for some time then shook my hand. "Okay." "So it's a deal." "Yes. But I have never had any friends before. What does friend do?" Why doesn't he have friends? Who wouldn't like to be friends with such a cute little sweetheart? "Well I had many friends in the past but now I only got one friends and she isn’t here with me." "Oh." He said. "So friends, they love each other, they never lie to each other, then they share sadness, happiness everything with each other and friends never betray each other."

My scalp was beginning to feel tight from my high ponytail, I glanced at him from the side but I was glad I came out tonight. “You’re friends are something else” He made a disagreeable sound looking out the window “I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. Men. “Sorry, I meant your associates” Ian lets out a huff “Even that is only applicable to some” I rolled my eyes. “That is not true, you like each other” to have been friends for a decade plus and had standing card games twice every month. I knew how easily people fell out due to disagreements and distance. In fact, I’d say they were definitely best friends.

Kim nodded, “That's understandable. Now you just need to write an ebook on how you Bagged a rich, fine ass man” I rolled my eyes. I wish I even knew that myself. But I didn't bag him, not in that regard at least. “So, am I forgiven?” I turned on the puppy eyes and they both frowned for a minute, holding out on me, which was about to make me panic till they burst into laughter “Of course yes. We just started being friends, it's fine if we didn't know every detail of your life yet. That's what friendship and time is supposed to reveal.”

Bright, breathtaking, and over in a flash. His relationships—if you can even call them that—have the lifespan of a fruit fly. Because the man is deathly, clinically, philosophically allergic to commitment. He sees a future and he runs for the hills. He confuses intimacy with a trap. For years, I played the supportive best friend. I nodded and smiled while he told me about some blonde from the yoga studio or some brunette from the art gallery. I swallowed the acid jealousy that burned my throat. I pretended my heart wasn’t a little bruised every time he mentioned a new name, a new date, a new overnight guest.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

Their friendship seemed rooted in a shared history of trust, support, and mutual understanding. Amidst the skilled discourse, they occasionally exchanged light-hearted banter, their laughter echoing in the office space. The friendship they shared was heartening, a testament to the strength of their friendship and shared ambitions.

'' Aidan points at his laptop, vows and vows listed by other married couples. ''Maybe, something cheeky or funny. You don't need to suffocate people with endless love or words that are worthy of puking. Relate to yourselves . . . best friends for like what, twenty years and still can't crack a joke? That's lame,'' He shakes his head before putting the paper down on the table, remaining to look at Aidan. The two men begin to have a glaring challenge of their own. It's something they do whenever one of them feel a slight displeased and it's not something I've never seen before, after spending years together. They're men and men are sometimes, quite predictable.

loriana:- what is a friend to you Ariel:- friend is small family, that is a must for every human, someone who is beyond any relationship and sexual thing, they are the real deal but underrated, everyone thing we should give priority to relative and parent because of them we exist but friend are someone who gives us shape we feel more when we are around them. without friends lead to less experience of the world, they pull us and show many things that we didn't even know, and feel much emotion with them.

Shawn must sense my internal struggle because he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't overthink it," he murmurs. "How can I not?" I look up at him. "Shawn, what kind of friendship is this?" He's quiet for a moment, considering. "Friends with benefits," he says finally. I frown. "What's that?" "It means we're friends who also... help each other out when we need it." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Fuck buddies, basically. Either of us can call on the other when we need them. No strings. No expectations."

I stood at the back of the hall, caught in the delicate balance between presence and absence, a living statue carved from the weariness of the weeks past. On my right, Jake's familiar warmth provided a comforting anchor. On my left, Rykor's quiet presence was a testament to solidarity. Yet, it was the empty space where Lily should be that tugged at the edges of my consciousness—a reminder of friendship's fragile, irreplaceable bonds left unfulfilled.