Goofy Friendship Novels & Stories

Seven Years Later Bruno Alcântara The years have passed, and it doesn't even feel like it’s been almost ten years since I’ve been putting up with this coffee addict daily. My friendship with Hassan has grown stronger, and we’ve managed to find a rhythm to always keep our wives satisfied. Of course, sometimes, like brothers, we have small arguments, especially when I need to step away, and he always says I spend too much time away from the family. That it's time to delegate responsibilities and hire a replacement for "Smoke."

I went to the coffee shop to clear my head. I ordered a latte. The barista handed it to me. I turned. I bumped into someone. The coffee spilled. All over his shirt. All over my hands. He did not get angry. He laughed. A soft, warm sound. He said not to worry. It was just coffee. He grabbed napkins. He handed me some. He wiped his shirt. He wiped my hands. His fingers were gentle. I looked at his face. Dark green eyes. Soft smile. A small scar on his chin.

"Don't try that hard-to-get routine. I can spot a simp from a mile away. You've been hiding behind the guise of a childhood friend to throw yourself at Celine. It's pathetic. Anyone would call you out for that." The insults kept coming, rendering me utterly worthless. Meanwhile, Celine sat there, barely holding back her laughter. She even gave Felix a thumbs-up. "Such a sharp tongue you have. He doesn't even know what to say." It was like she had nothing to do with this and was merely watching a show. I was boiling with rage and snapped, "Celine, do you think fanning the flames makes you look cute?"

*RAMADAN MUBARAK TO ALL *sorry for the late update hope you will enjoy 👍. Sara p.o.v After everything that has been going on, Saleena and I became busy with school work, I was even thinking about how our friendship became so strong. For me it's the best thing that had ever happen to me. I have always been an introvert ever since in middle school but now life was finally granting me wishes. And I don't know how Simran thinks but all hope for is this friendship to always be forever. Or as I think it might not be.

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.

Pixie I have Goof and a newer prospect from the Devils named Happy with me today. I accidentally named him a year ago. The guy was always happy. No matter what was going on. A fight broke out and he was still smiling. His bike breaks down, no big deal he handled it with a smile. First thing in the morning he woke up with a smile. Nothing got to this guy. One morning at the club I was tired and sore from competing and partying with the club the night before. He was going on about something I didn’t care about at the moment. I just wanted my coffee. Anyway I snapped at him. “ Alright Happy, enough talking and let me get my coffee before I hurt you.” I grumbled. You guessed it, the name stuck

Except to the time I gave her the most expensive gift in the world and that's a secret. "Forgive their attitude," I whispered. She winked at me, "No worries. They're our friends anyway, and we already used to see that kind of attitude. Especially when Gabby and Maddy was involved." "Yeah, your right. I'm glad that attitude never change because if they did? I don't know if I can handle their new sides," I agreed to her and look at our friends who keep at fighting. Sometimes my problem washes away in one snap just seeing their smiles, my friends was my clowns because they never failed making me happy. They're like my sisters and I wish they really are.

I told them with a genuine feeling. ’ ah.. don’t be stupid , there is no sorry and no thank you in friendship ‘’ Meerab said and I couldn't be more grateful . ‘’still thank you " I hugged her . " What are friends for? " Noor hugged me too and the surprise crossed my face which didn't go unnoticed by her . ‘’ Oh I am sorry if you don't want to be friends with me . sorry I just assume ‘’Noor look so embarrassed and I want to slap myself for my stupidity .

He has never seen me as more than a friend. And honestly I would rather have him as a friend than not having Goof in my life at all. He is too valuable as a friend. We talked as I ate about our upcoming week. When I ate enough I feel like I could slip into a food coma. I help Goof pack everything up. “ Goof, thanks so much for dinner.” I said. Then he does something a little odd. He stands up from his chair and comes over to mine. He grabs my hand and helps me up. That’s not odd. Goof wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. “ Silvy, you don’t have to thank me for something I wanted to do. I wanted to make sure you were eating properly.” he said.

Andrew could not help but burst into laughter at Wesley's expression. "Stopped that right now," Andrew laughed feeling amused. "I can bet all your women will flee if they see this expression or look from you," he mocked but Wesley did not look like he cared. Not many know or have seen how good of a brotherly relationship between Wesley and Andrew is which is entirely different from the boss-to-assistant relationship everyone else sees. The humour they share is so sweet and contagious that anyone who gets to see a glimpse of their brotherly relationship would surely smile. In the end, Wesley could not help but chuckle as Andrew went on laughing and mocking him.