I Just Want To Be Friends Novels & Stories

"Hey, JV." But the 'JV' got me. I turn to look at him. "What do you want?" I asked. I made sure irritation was evident in my tone. "I just want to be friends with you." "Don't you have enough friends?" "There's no such thing as enough friends, JV," he said with a smile. Why is smiling? There's nothing amusing here! "And will you stop calling me JV? My name's Jasmine, not JV," I said. This time, I faced the counter.

“I rather like the idea of you fucking my brains out.” “I’m sure you do.” She rolls her eyes. “I need to keep my focus on playing football. Any chance we can just be friends?” She even rolls her eyes sexily. “Friends,” I say, testing the word. I want a whole hell of a lot more than friendship but maybe I’m missing the point here. “Friends with benefits?”

She might get lucky and we might end up as friends if she maintained her relationship with me. "So will you take me shopping?" She suddenly asked. Shopping? As what? As her baby daddy? What kind of? "As what?" I asked. A nervous smile appeared on her lips. "What do you mean as what? Are we a thing yet?" "Of course not. We are definitely not. We are just friends. Let us just maintain the friendship level. No one gets past the friend zone with me. We are 'just' friends, Anita." I told her by emphasizing the 'just' there.

I am caught in a dilemma as it is right for us to start up as friends but deep down I don't want to be put in the Friend zone I want something more I want something people will look and admire I want you in my life I want you to be my girl I want to share your pains your burden happiness with me I love you my sweet Margarita. With all my love, Mr L

"What do you want from us?" "I want my best friend back," I say, my eyes getting watery. "It feels like I can't breathe when we're not talking everyday and seeing each other all the time. I don't want to feel that way anymore." I move forward and rub up and down her thighs. "I want to call you my girlfriend, and I want you to call me your boyfriend. I want to call and text you every day. I want to take you home to family dinners and get you a permanent pass for seats in the team box. I want to celebrate birthdays and holidays with you. I want to support you in your endeavors and be here for you when you need to lean on me."

"I'll take that back." We don't say a word to each other half of the drive. Trent breaks the silence. "If I said mean things to you, it was not intentional..." I glance at him. "It's fine." "Becca," he puts his hand on my lap. "Through the few days I've known you, I've realized you're a great person and the last thing I'd want is to be mean to you. I want us to be friends." I hesitate to try to digest all that he has said. "Then friends we are."

he continued with a sad expression on his face. I close my eyes because I'm trying to stay away from things we shouldn't be doing, "That is not the case. Of course, I'm a little distanced because I'm aware that your life and time are now owned by someone else. You already have a girlfriend, but it doesn't mean we'll avoid one other and quit being friends." He gave a little smile, "Really? We will remain as best friends, okay? I can't afford to lose you in my life," he squeezed me passionately after I nodded.

Of course, the place was crowded, but not as usual. Walking gently in the corridor, I felt uncomfortable with the silence between us, so I decided to cut it first. "So… you're like, you know, so famous here, so why do you wanna be friends with me?" I requested. He glimpsed at me, sighed. "I want something new." "Really?" I furrowed my eyebrows, pretty perplexed. "That's crazy. It sounds quite… weird?" "Yeah." He sighed for a second time. "Sometimes, you've just gotta distance yourself from some people, if you wanna be happy."