Frowning Friends Novels & Stories

Freddy frowned and explained, "I have known Killian my whole life. It's only right that I know what he wants. He wouldn't reach out to be if he didn't trust me to make the right decision." "I know Penelope, too. She is my best friend. So, I know what she wants as well." Francine retorted, turning her whole body to him. It was time for Freddy to roll his eyes, "Please... You have only known her for like what? Two minutes tops." Francine let out a gasp, "Are you calling me pathetic and lonely with no friends?" Her gaze hardened on him. Freddy shook his head, "Oh... No... I am sure you have friends. Tristan must keep you company enough, doesn't he?" He gritted his name out, almost mentioning it

said the elder brother smiling with his great determination. “C’mon, Friends… Don’t be sad and gloomy again… We more or less know four of you will visit us here… So, we’ll treat you to our big feast tonight… Okay…?” suggested the younger brother more jovially and cheerfully right now. The four old best friends tried their best to wipe away their miseries, sorrows, and glooms. They were seen smiling as jovially, cheerfully and naturally as possible. They were seen trying to mix and attach their enthusiasm with the exultance and exuberance shown by the two brothers.

Silence hung heavier than a shroud. Poor Ian stared at the wall, shock and grief twisting his handsome face. A haze of numb was threatening to consume his dark eyes. Dee cried openly in a chair, her usual humor absent, Rick holding her hand. Rick was trying to crawl inside my head, read my mind, if his worried expression was any indication. He always worried about me, like a good friend. He knew things about me that weren't there to the naked eye, emotions under the surface. Through the years, I'd tried to hide my weaknesses so he could rest easy, but I couldn't today. I didn't have the energy. Once Ian snapped out of it, he wouldn't leave my side, and his concern for me would be all-consumi

“Really? Because your eyebrows are doing that thing they do when you are upset.” She scrunched her own eyebrows together, and I realized I had been doing the same thing. “No they— don’t worry about my eyebrows!” I said in frustration. “I just find it strange that another man, and Lucian at that, is calling my fiancé this late in the evening. It’s…improper.” “Improper? What year is it?” She added a sharp laugh after she spoke. “It’s nothing ‘improper’ as I’ve told you, we are just friends. Aren’t I allowed to have male friends?”

His friend Alfie stood there. Alfie strode inside his office with a visible scowl on his face. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was clenched, and his fists were clenched, indicating that he was angry. Had he just had a fight with someone? “What’s wrong, man?” Fabian asked. He sat up straight and put his cigar in the ashtray on his desk. He waited for Alfie to answer, but his face only darkened further. Alfie didn't answer. He glared at him, and Fabian didn't know why his friend was acting like that. Fabian opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't get to finish what he was going to say.

I was sick of their bullshit. "Okay," I said, wearing a straight face. He furrowed his brows. "Did I say something wrong?" "Do you feel you did?" "No..." I half shrugged. "Well then..." "Woah...you are kind of uptight," he said and I looked away. "Hurry up dickface!" An annoying voice of another friend of his. I didn't care to look this time. "Think your friends really need you," I said wearing a grin." "But they have eyes to see I'm with you."

She knew that this interaction was more than just joking; there was a complex friendship dynamic unfolding that could possibly impact all of them. Stefan laughed heartily, teasing Freddy, who looked confused with an unclear expression. His laughter filled the room, making the atmosphere even more cheerful. Freddy, though a bit annoyed, tried to show his silly grin, while Marko remained silent, listening to the conversation among his friends. After a while, Marko shook his head, finding their antics amusing. He knew that despite their frequent joking, the friendship they shared was valuable. In moments like this, the burdens of assignments and academic pressures seemed to evaporate, replaced

elly asked with a happy face, totally being fed by our jovialness. “Well, little miss thing….,” Shan started to say but I cut her off saying, “You are not saying anything.” Shan started laughing and quickly said, “has a thing for Crown.” “How dare you,” I said, in a pseudo indignance. Nelly turned her head, and her eyes were soooooo big I had to roll my eyes at both of them. “Crown. The not your boyfriend I take it,” Nelly asked. “Correct. All three are friends,” Shan said. “Ohhhh, like close friends,” Nelly said, wagging her eyebrows up and down her forehead. “Geez, it was an unconscious response to something Shan said to me. No big deal,” I said as I crossed my arms across my che

“You spent the day with a woman and her child?” “I did.” Then, just to see his reaction, I added, “And I enjoyed it. A lot.” He frowned before flashing me a ‘you got me’ smile and busting out laughing. “You said that with such a straight face I actually believed you for a minute there.”

Efron left the window to approach his friend who did not move from his position while not being able to figure out where his eyes were focused. Lazzini laughed at him strangely, he looked like he regretted something that made his face look disgusted. Efron tilted his head down to look at Austin while placing his hand on his shoulder that made him come back to reality. In swift seconds, Austin frowned at his friend. “What?” Efron also followed Austin’s frown while his laughter still lingered. “You look as if you’ve done something wrong. You were smiling earlier and then suddenly you looked like you regretted something. What’s wrong? You are being weird.”