Friends Written Novels & Stories

He moved closer to her over the counter that only a mere bottle separated them. Eye to eye, Reid said, “Then let’s change that.” “Excuse me?” “Lets be friends.” Maria was trying hard not to stare into his eyes, but his words had her doing exactly that. They were not enemies. Frenemies were the better word to describe their rather complicated interactions, and it was nothing close to friendship. “We are friends?” She sputtered. He nodded. “Yet you don’t feel comfortable with me, so let’s actually become friends.”

I asked him confused. "You cried a lot. So, you need to eat something to give you energy. And moreover, you like to eat ice cream when you are sad, right?" he said tilting his head to one side. "You really know me so well."I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head and hugged me. I snuggled close to him. I just feel so good being like this with him. I feel so safe like no one can harm or hurt me. That's the reason friends are more reliable than boyfriends.

Soon after, they both laugh as if there is nothing funny. "So... That's what happened." "Yeah... So? Are you still mad at me? You are the first to know that I gain my memories back..." "No. I'm not mad but still... I'm upset." Friendship have many form. Some are those who are just for the mean time. Some, last longer for a life time. Some needs time together for them to be build but for some, even time can’t goes between their friendship. *** "That girl... I like her."

No one really smiled my way, if not my mother- it was weird but satisfying to see I was the cause of a smile from someone who would be otherwise a stranger. "Lying is not the best way to start a friendship master," she warned, her tone light and playful. I frowned in confusion, and she seemed to note it. "You are a master, you've had friends." "I've had subjects," I corrected realizing her thoughts, eyes holding hers, speaking truthfully, "and followers." my voice trailed off as I remembered my cousins, "and I have competitors and enemies- none of which are my friends. At least not what I thought friendship was."

She accused. “Because I knew you’d get jealous.” “I am jealous but at the fact that you’re keeping things from me and finding comfort in other girls.” “But whoever it is you cannot date her. That’s my rule. It’s not healthy or advisable or good and you can’t…” “Joan!” King cut her off, chuckling, “It’s a friendship feeling. I just like them like friends, nothing more.” The relief she felt at his words was like a heavy burden lifted off her chest.

Seven Years Later Bruno Alcântara The years have passed, and it doesn't even feel like it’s been almost ten years since I’ve been putting up with this coffee addict daily. My friendship with Hassan has grown stronger, and we’ve managed to find a rhythm to always keep our wives satisfied. Of course, sometimes, like brothers, we have small arguments, especially when I need to step away, and he always says I spend too much time away from the family. That it's time to delegate responsibilities and hire a replacement for "Smoke."

"Wren let out a short laugh. “What?” “Friends,” he repeated slowly. “In the business sense. Like professional allies…which we already kind of are, but it’s not quite the way it should be.” Felix clasped his clasped on the table. “Look, we can keep doing this…the cold shoulders, the one-word emails, pretending the other person doesn’t exist in meetings. But it’s not really sustainable. And I know you know you know it isn’t.”

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

Waiting for me was a text from Smart, the one I had felt would never contact me again. "I've thought about it for days now, Jay. I think I would like to be your friend. Not ones with benefits. Just a friend. I apologize for letting my emotions almost ruin a beautiful friendship. I promise I won't ever come on to you. All I want is to be your friend. Please call when you see this. I will be awaiting. No matter how long it takes. I will always be waiting."

I was taking a step backwards, trying to process the several things he could be trying to do. “Friends don't feel the way I do for their fellow friends.” Franklin growled, still walking towards me. “Friends don't get angry when their friend is having sex with someone else. They don't get mad when their friend has eyes for someone. Friends are not aggravated at the thought of talking to someone. Friends are not overly into another friend." My back now hit the wall, and Franklin hovered. “Orion…” I muttered. “Friends don't do the things I want to do to you.” Franklin whispered, baiting me.