Fun Things To Do With Your Bestie Novels & Stories

I had the best sex of my life with my best friend and my boyfriend. And I would do it again.

I’ll think of a way you can show me your gratitude when I get home. I’m very happy. And I’ve already thought of a way to thank you. Is that so? Care to enlighten me? I’ve got some ideas too. What are you doing now?  No. It can be a surprise. I just bet you do. Mom and I just finished binge-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, drinking wine, and eating popcorn. Sounds like a blast. It might not be as glamorous as hanging out on the red carpet or attending VIP events, but it’s one of my favorite things to do. You shouldn’t knock it until you try it ;)

“It’s not a big deal, really. I had friends. I was just too busy with The Greek Corner to ever become anybody’s go-to.” “It absolutely is a big deal, and if I let this summer end without a sleepover, you have full permission to shoot me.” She grins and releases my hand to pack up our makeshift beauty day. “For the uninitiated, one of the primary jobs of a best friend is to keep her best friend from doing something stupid because she’s mad and/or drunk.” She laughs. “Or both.” My face warms. “Sorry. But you think this is stupid? I’m freaking out over nothing?”

I smiled up at my best friend who was sat on Steve’s knee “I am happy just hanging out with you guys” “But you will turn 17 babe, that means if you are my mate, I will be able to sense you” “Then maybe just the two of you should go and do something” I laughed. I was really hoping that they would be mates. They were so perfect together and I know that if she isn’t and Steve finds his mate it will break my best friend’s heart. “Then how about this, us girls can go dress shopping and spend the day together having lunch and girl time. Then Steve can have me in the evening?”

The decoy car waits until we’re gone before pulling away. “That’s nuts! How did people find you so soon?” I ask. “Social media. Here let’s take another picture of us,” she says, leaning over and snapping a shot of us together. I watch as she does something then shows me. It’s the picture and underneath it says, ‘Me and my bestie, out on the town.’ “Aww, I’m your bestie?” “Of course you are. Now, do you like dancing?” “Not even a little,” I say honestly.

I got to know a group of like-minded friends, and we would go hiking every weekend to take in the fresh air and admire the beauty of Mother Nature. We would go camping, and we would sing and chat under the starry skies, enjoying the carefree moment. We would go to the theatre, enjoy films, and share stories of our lives. I felt happy and free whenever I was with them.

I said looking at them both. "Its just a joke Foxie, have fun. I'm telling you right now that you will actually want to do it after she talks to you." He said squeezing my thigh. Do it again, please...I love your hands on me. "You will totally want to do it and more bestie believe us." Rabo brought me out of my unholy thoughts. "Why do I even hang out with you guys?" "Cause you loveeee us." Rabo sang making some smooching sounds...ew!

’ I say, exhaling, and giving in. ‘Pinky-swear,’ she says, hooking her little finger around mine. ‘Now that we’re best friends again, and have the weekend free, we should go out tonight and have fun,’ Hailey suggests. ‘What kind of fun?’ I ask. ‘Just out dancing at a bar or a club somewhere. Have a drink or two,’ she ponders. ‘Actually, I need tonight to myself. I have some things I need to do. Maybe next weekend, we can do something,’ I say.

It was a night filled with laughter, love, and the promise of forever. The months passed, and Roderick and Cynthia continued to explore their shared passions and interests. They attended art classes together, painted canvases side by side, and discovered a shared love for creating beauty with their hands. They also volunteered at a local animal shelter, caring for abandoned animals and finding solace in the joy that comes from giving. Their shared sense of compassion only deepened their connection. One weekend, they decided to attend a cooking workshop, where they learned to create delectable dishes from around the world. In their own cozy kitchen, they recreated those dishes, turning their

“Except be patient, I guess.” Alessandra is quiet for a moment, taking a bite of her empanada and chewing thoughtfully. Then, a small smile tugs at her lips. “Well, if we’re going to be stuck inside all the time, we might as well do it together,” she suggests, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “We can have movie marathons, do at-home spa days, maybe even start a book club!” The idea of having a partner, someone to talk to in all of this is comforting. “I’d like that,” I say softly, offering her a smile in return. “Maybe we can even rope the guys into a game night or two. Can you imagine Marcel and Santiago playing charades?”