Frowning Friends Novels & Stories

I said smiling at the boy, He frowns. "She is a breathe seizer". I heard students commenting, I smile enjoying the comments. "Tessa, Tessa". I heard faint voices calling my name, I turned back to see my friends. Beatrice, Jerry and Erica. I stopped walking, I started laughing at them. We are childhood friends, who stick together, if anyone of us have a problem, that means we have a problem. They are funny creatures, no matter how angry I get, they always have a way to cool me down.

"Actually, let's call Alliah now." They quickly connected a FaceTime call with Alliah, one of their close friends since college. She appeared on the screen with a wide smile. "Hey, you two," Alliah exclaimed as she spotted the bottle of beer on the table. "Aww, I have major FOMO right now. I can't believe you two decided to have fun without me! The audacity to even call while you're at it," Alliah said with a frowning face, then smiled. "What's up?"

he countered. "Shhhh!" came a voice behind us. It was the school librarian, Angry Joe. His name was Joe, but most students called him Angry Joe because no one had ever seen him smile. He was always frowning. He signaled for Liam and me to keep it down, then frowned at us and walked away. I turned to Liam, who was now looking at me. We had just argued, and I realized how much I missed this. Was this a sign that our friendship was slowly mending?

He looked hot in it, his right eyebrow arched, his eyes looking dangerous—it was clear he didn't anticipate having his picture taken, given his scowl. "My friends are just so weird, meddling as usual. We all have spare keys to each other's places in case of emergencies, and your crazy brother Lennox came up with the idea," I wanted to cry tears of joy; their friendship was truly remarkable. I was happy for him and my brothers because they found true friends who accepted them for who they were. They might seem rough and straightforward with each other, but that was their way of showing they cared, of showing their affection. "You're so lucky to have them."

“No, it’s just…” “I thought it’s what friends do,” he fills into my silence. My eyes widen a little. “We are friends?” He frowns, plucking on his eyebrow. “We are not?” “Are we?” He groans. “You’re so annoying.” I laugh. “Okay.”

John hid his smile. ‘Ah Francois… never thought that a day would come when you wanted the comfort of your friends. The only thing is, you don’t even know that that is what you want. You have no idea how honoured I am and happy to know that you need us for your comfort. Even if you are not aware of this, I am still happy,’ thought John, swallowing his smile. He looks at his other two friends, and smirks. ‘This two idiots would be over the moon if they knew of this, but of course, I won’t tell them. That wouldn’t be fun.’ John tooks a mouthful to avoid any evil grin that could be leaking out on his face. Afterall, his friends are really not that idiots. They’ve known each other for a long time

"We are friends, right?" "Of course we are," says Rachel as she looks at Alex. "I just didn't want to trouble you by having to protect me." Rachel then looks away with a frown. She didn't want Alex to think that she didn't consider him as friend because she didn't want him to look after her. She just didn't want to be protected because she didn't want to trouble anyone at this point. Alex takes another glance at Rachel who now has a frowning expression all over her face. He couldn't help but thought how cute she looks even when she frowns.

"I zought you were going to invite zie nincompoop with us." Ramos is Troy's best friend. I find their friendship highly disturbing and I find them equally as infuriating as the other. "Shush! He'll hear you! But preach, guurl! BoyBand clearly doesn't thread his eyebrows. Those hairy, unplucked caterpillars are not coming with us," Troy replies back, forgetting that I can hear him. "That would be downright humiliating for us." I roll my eyes at the pair of them. They sure have a way of making it easy to say 'no'.

I point to my son, who is holding hands with Mattia. My friend crouches down and looks at Ruslan affectionately. "Hi, we finally meet, fratello..."

She tilted to look at Elena, making Elena notice she has a dimple as she gulped in. “That’s your puppet over there. And now you guys are having an argument and you’re not talking anymore. All this because of a girl, what’s her….” “It’s shit. And please keep your mouth shut.” “Sarah. And as of now, you don’t have a friend. The only one you have is busy with her arts and barely have time for you.” “And where are you heading with this? I’ve told you, just because you got me that doesn’t mean we’re friends. Know that.” Elena retorted, hissing lowly and looking elsewhere.