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“Right. Our friendship will never end.” I smiled, returning my gaze to the sky. “But wait… don’t you have other friends as well?” “We’re not very close,” he replied. “You’re the only one I feel comfortable to share everything with. To put it simply, you’re like my best friend.” “Oh…” Warmth enveloped my heart. My smile widened. “Reminds me of Bonnie. She might be tough and crazy sometimes, but she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She helped me overcome most of my challenges. Without her encouragement, I might not be here today.”

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

We’re always best when we’re only with each other. Don’t get me wrong, I like my friends Denver and Tobias, Lilly and Tammy. We’ve all been hanging for years but it’s not the same as just being alone with my bestie, Tate. We’re so close and I wonder….. I stop myself from wondering because it’s wrong. She is my best friend.

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

The definition of a best friend is the person one is closest to. I don’t know why it took me this long to realize that the person I am the closest to is Robbie. Everything I do has always been for him. When we crossed the line the night of prom all those years ago, I hoped it would be him. I always imagined us being those friends who would find our way back to each other and realize that it has always been us. We were always meant to be together, and he knew it before I did.

Milly It’s been a long haul this year I’m still accustoming myself to it. Kaysey is and always will be my best friend. She is my rock when I hit a hard place. She’s done so much for me over the years and I couldn’t wish foe a better best friend. We grew up together. Been through primary school high school and now we are planning to go to college as well. She’s always tired to keep the bullies away she/s always been the one to be in my corner to tick up for me when everyone else saw me as the fat kid.

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

The fact that he’s doing so again after pushing me away for two years kind of throws me off kilter. “About that.” He looks up. “I’m sorry,” “You’re sorry?” “Yes. I’m sorry. You were my best friend,” “And you were mine,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “Would it be too much to ask to let bygones be bygones?” he asks, an uncertain smile on his face. I lift a shoulder. “I guess not,”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.