Funny Poem About Best Friends Novels & Stories

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

As I walked into the school, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. I greeted my friends with a high-five. We all sat down together in the school courtyard, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze of an early Wednesday morning. We talked about our plans for the weekend, agreed to hang out on our bikes, and laughed at silly jokes. It was moments like these that made me realise how lucky I was to have such amazing friends, no matter how many mean words Maisie would probably say to me. Who insults someone by telling them to stub their toe? That's so powerful, I even had to curl my toes just to feel better.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

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.

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.

“I love you.” “I love you too. Now go to sleep. You have a community center to run.” I laughed—the first real laugh in days. “Goodnight, Ethan.” “Goodnight, Mia.” That night, I dreamed about Ava. We were back in her childhood bedroom, sitting on the floor, painting our nails. She was laughing at something I’d said, her head thrown back, her eyes bright. “I miss you,” I said. “I know.” “Do you think we’ll ever be friends again?”

I heard the friend ask, sounding skeptical. “She’s gone, love. She was just in the way here,” the guy replied. I ate some fruit, still listening to the conversation. “Damn, because of you Th, if I lose Mavi’s friendship, it’s your fault. I brought her here for us to relax, and you ruin even my friendships.” “Relax, Isis. Who else can stand that nerd Mavi in that college? Mavi’s nothing but a little nerd,” he said.

And if I had to be the chaotic, sassy, slightly horny best friend who made inappropriate statue-humping jokes to keep the mood light while we burned the rest of the danger to the ground? Well. That was a job I was more than happy to keep. Two friends and sisters couldn’t be caged but we could sure as hell make the cage regret ever trying.