Funny Jokes On Best Friends Novels & Stories

Nice to meet you. It took me forever to finally fall asleep as I kept thinking of my bestie and how strained our friendship had become. I found it funny how i’d always believed our friendship was unbreakable and unshakable, only for it to become hugely strained due to a simple misunderstanding. “ He should have trusted me more. ” I fought the tears that threatened to drop, as I thought of what happened. It hurt me to know that my Bestie is currently in the same building as I, yet he feels miles away.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

It was really absurd everytime u think about my life as it is now - which was almost every second - so absurd that I'd have laughed if I wasn't the victim of the whole craziness. First I get rejected. Then I have sex with my gay best friend. Then I find out he's not gay, but a spy from another pack. Then he goes ahead to tell me he loves me and proposes to me. Madness. Total madness, honestly. Dear goddess, what next? What would come out next to mock me and the joke I've obviously become to the universe? “No matter how hard you tug, the dress won't get lower than that” Jax said with a slight chuckle and I glared at him.

Then he said the words that changed everything. Maybe we need help. I asked what kind of help. He did not answer. He went to bed. I lay awake all night. The next morning, I found him in the kitchen. He was making coffee. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense. I asked again. What kind of help? He turned around. His face was calm. Too calm. He said he had been thinking about Luca and Eli. My stomach dropped. I asked why. He said they were his oldest friends. He trusted them. He said he had called them. They were coming to visit.

he said without looking up. I flipped him off on my way to the fridge. “Don’t start.” He smirked into his coffee. We spent the morning at the beach because that’s what you do when you illegally squat in paradise. Volleyball turned into tackle football turned into someone (Jax) getting buried up to his neck in sand while the rest of us took turns pouring beer into his mouth like a human keg. I laughed until my stomach hurt. For a few hours, everything felt easy. Normal. Like we were just a group of friends on vacation, not a bunch of twenty-somethings committing light felony.

I smiled warmly back at him and we continued to play the game. I was called up next. My word was a ‘printer’. How the hell was I supposed to act that out? Were there other difficult ones in there as well? I bent my knees and began to show that something was coming out of my mouth. The crazy replies nearly threw me off my game. “Cholera!” “Sick” “Really bad singing!” “Orgasm!” Everyone broke into a fit of laughter. Even I couldn’t believe what Jay was saying. “Who the hell orgasms like that, Jay?” Luke asked, laughing hard as he looped his arm around Emily.

“Yeah, like your old buddy, Jocelyn, who's true love is nextdoor and, as a matter of fact, goes for dates every single day in her dream world, a.k.a hashtag fiction!” Still crying, Amanda was like, “Ah-ha-ha-ha!” to “Mu-ha-ha-hah!” then, “Gosh, that is so funny. . . I mean, sorry I'm laughing!” “I'm really happy I have a psycho for a bestie,” said Joce, rolling her eyes which only seemed to have fuelled the former's laughter. “Get a grip, girl! I'm starving, by the way, mind a meal?” “Bills on you, then!”

Exactly the kind of thing you hear when your best friend is five kinds of terrible. Cameron's doubled over on the armchair with his phone in hand, his eyes watering. He can't breathe, 'cause he's laughing so hard. I'm flat on the couch with an ice pack strapped to my face, and I want to throw something. Preferably at Cam's head. "Stop laughing," I grumble. "But it's so fucking funny." He wipes his eyes. "You should see the comments." "Shut up." I smack my palm against the sofa cushion. It feels like someone shoved a fist into my jaw and left it there. "It hurts."

“Okay, okay, fair. But at least I looked hot doing it. You looked like you were having a seizure.” They dissolved into another round of laughter, the kind that came from years of inside jokes and shared chaos. Andrea felt lighter than she had in weeks. For a few precious minutes, it was just them again–no billionaire boss, no heartbreak, no complicated feelings. Just two best friends being ridiculous. Mindy took a long sip of her beer and sighed happily. “God, I’m gonna miss nights like this. Remember when we first moved in together after college? That tiny studio with the leaky ceiling and the neighbor who played death metal at 3 a.m.?”