Friendzone Texts Novels & Stories

I scowled out. He growled. “Sit down and stop being messy shoes.” “Messy boots,” I corrected, dropping into a chair. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I’d forgotten I even had it. It was on twenty percent battery. Miraculously still alive. Zade. Text after text. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you avoiding me? I sighed and typed back: I’m safe. Three dots appeared instantly. That’s it? Where in the hell are you?

A very familiar someone, at that. "Z! How have you been? I've been trying to link up with you, but you haven't been responding to my texts. You're looking great by the way. Listen, I'm gonna just cut to the chase. I miss you, and I want to hook up again. Trust me. I've tried to move on and find another girl to replace you, but that pus-" "Shut up!" Zoe shrieked, catching him off guard. "Look, Cameron. There is a reason why I don't respond to your texts. What we had ended months ago, and I'm with someone," she confessed, tipping her head in my direction.

"Come on, we're only 26. You guys act like you're widows." Jessy rolled her eyes and added. "But you were right Zaphire. I might not be single in a few days time," she winked. "Shit! Who's the unlucky dude?" Maya gasped and Clara laughed at that comment. "I met him on Textin," Jessy said nonchalantly. "He's good looking and surprisingly not a jerk. Thought I'd give it a try," "What's Textin?" Clara whispered into Zaphire's ear. "Girl you really need to get out there," Jessy exclaimed.

I walked back to the window, trying to focus on the trees, the sky, anything to calm the chaos in my head. My phone rang again. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let it ring until it stopped. I started to turn away when my phone buzzed with a text notification. I knew I shouldn't look, but I did anyway. I picked up the phone and opened the message. **Zane: Please stop doing this to me.** I stared at the words, and my jaw tightened. Another message came through immediately. **Zane: I really need to talk to you. I haven't been myself. Please, Raina.**

“I've seen no real strangers here in the last week. If you leave me a number I can let you know if anyone does come asking.” Michael swallowed hard, pulled his eyes away from her chest. “D'you have something I can write on?” She stood, wandered over to the telephone, and returned with an address book. Under the 'M' section Michael wrote down his number with 'Michael' written beside it. He showed her the entry. “Okay?” he asked. She was standing over him, looking down. He had to look up past the slopes of her breasts to see her face. “That's fine, Michael. I, um, never really thanked you for what you did for me.”

Zion’s forehead crumpled when his cellphone rang again. The tone indicated that there was a new text message. He looked at his wristwatch. It’s still early, and he intended to finish reading and signing the documents that were now piled up while his wife was busy at the party. He was planning to go on vacation with Alexa, so he has to finish his office work as soon as possible. When his cellphone rang again, he looked at it. “Babe, I miss you!” He smiled after reading Alexa’s first message. The next one was ‘I love yous,’ so he smiled even more. But when he received another new message, a smile on his lips abruptly vanished.

Blocked. I was down to the last number I had. A desperate man’s final attempt. After lunch, I slid it into my phone, fingers hovering above the screen for too long before I finally typed the words. Hey. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I wish you would. I’ll be heading to the beach in about thirty minutes, and I’d be extremely shocked—but happy—if I saw you there. I love you. – Zed. My chest tightened as I hit send.

"I just cannot believe we have both been Inlove with eachother, and we have been keeping it from eachother, for the same reasons? She says, and the laughter increased, echoing in the rain. "You know, somehow, I feel I have always known, especially because of how you look out for me, how you just know what I am feeling, how you never allow me to be sad, how you always make sure I eat healthy, I just feel I have known, but each time I think about it, I get the feeling of a brother sister love, even when I promise myself to come out clean and leave the friend's zone, I get this burning fear of getting disappointed. I feel you may be too angry to say no to me, and you may feel I am trying to tak

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

It must've fallen when he fell asleep haphazardly on the couch. It was a text from his secretary reminding him of the meeting happening in an hour's time. He realized that there was more texts. From Zoe. The sight of her name made him jump to his feet. Zoe:I'm sorry about how I reacted towards finding out that you're friends with Tristan.It was wrong to judge you like that. Zoe:Why aren't you replying? Zoe:I know you're upset but can you please reply? Zoe:It seems you're no longer interested in me.Goodbye then.