Fun Things To Do With Your Bestie Novels & Stories

she asks. “Tonight,” I say. “Would it be okay if I told Scarlet?” she asks. “Do you think she can keep it a secret until tonight?” I ask her. “I’ll make her Bestie Promise before I tell her,” she says. “What’s a Bestie Promise?” I ask. She holds out her pinky finger. “It’s a promise that friends make but it’s stronger than a pinky swear.” I reach up and hook my pinky with hers. “I Bestie Promise that Samara and I love you very much. We want you to be happy. And you can always, always tell us the truth about how you’re feeling or anything at all.”

She said with a smile. “Alright, I better get going before I change my mind.” I said standing up from my bed and Maggie nodded. It was already late nine p.m. and I hoped Jason was already in his bed. He had texted me early thinking I forgot his birthday. It took me about twenty minutes to get to Jason's dorm room which was next door to Asher, my bestie who was literally the heartbeat of girls in school. We had grown up together so we practically knew everything about each other.

"Just to relax, unwind, and spend time together." "We could go to different places each time," Eva added, already liking the idea. "Maybe a wine tasting or an outdoor picnic next time." "That sounds like a plan. What do you think, Leeann?" Chelsea asked, holding her beer like a trophy. "I'm down," Leeann said before chugging the last sip. The evening had turned into something more than a casual dinner. It felt like a promise of new traditions, a quiet kind of joy shared between close friends and lovers.

"I watch movies and order some takeaways." "Is that how you really spend your time?" I nodded and asked, "How do you spend yours?" "I'll go trekking with my friends, mountain climbing and camping stuff." "Sounds fun." "Why don't you try it and see if it's fun?" "First, I should have friends to do those things. I don't have many friends like you. I totally have two friends. Bernardo and Diego. It became three when I got close to Bernardo's girlfriend, Everly."

“I do want us to date. Matter of fact, I believe I’m quite the romantic. You know, cute dates and flowers and stupid little things like matching pajamas.” “Is that what people these days are into?” He asked in a tone that let me know he was joking. “Oh, it’s worse. We like face mask Fridays and singing off key at the music bar. And movie nights, with popcorn and pasta and cheap wine that’ll give you cirrhosis before you’re…how old are you again?” His eyes flashed. “Old enough.”

"Who's the poor guy who doesn't have someone to go to the amusement park with? Who's the lonely sucker who doesn't get to watch the light show with a gorgeous chick by his side? Well, it's not me!" He uploaded a photo of himself and Roxanne on a Ferris wheel, and another of their shadows forming a heart shape. No matter how I looked at it, it was clear he was mocking me. After all, I was the one who first suggested going to the amusement park with Roxanne today. I talked about wanting to see the light show at midnight on the beach. Fueled by the booze, I tore up the love letters Roxanne once wrote to me, along with the photos we'd taken together over the years.

But I'm tired of being seen as a child and I plan on taking matters into my own hands. The rest of the morning blurred. Breakfast, more gifts, Father reminding me about rules even on my birthday. By afternoon, I was buzzing. Sofia arrived, my best friend and partner in crime. We went shopping for clothes. “Time to get you ready for tonight,” she said, eyes sparkling as she dragged me out of the house after greeting my brothers. We went to different boutiques and bought a lot. We stopped to rest and have a quick lunch break. With guards stationed discreetly, of course.

Because of the pebbles on the beach, it's still extremely lovely here, and the water in the sea is super-duper crystal clean. "At long last, I'm stress-free!" I said as I clung to my boyfriend's arm. I can't believe I'll be able to spend so much time with my loved ones this time. Right now, I'm traveling with my folks, which is unusual in comparison to then. Aside from that, there's Shan, my best friend and someone I secretly adored. But now it's my boyfriend's turn. Not simply my boyfriend, but also my life partner. He will undoubtedly be my soon-to-be husband, with whom I will spend the rest of my life.

I don't know how this thing started, but my mom and I say that to each other all the time; it's like our thing. Throughout the night, we watch Chucky, Mean Girls, Saw, and Footloose. We laugh, joke, cringe, and laugh some more. I love these days I have with my mom. It's impossible to feel closer when I'm with her like this; we become like best friends.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.