Imaginary Friend Stephen Chbosky Novels & Stories

“Then why the champagne?” “Do I really need a reason to enjoy good champagne?” “No, I suppose not.” Stephen suddenly got serious. He resembled a businessman in his suit. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I’m in need of a real good friend ever since my last one dropped out of college. Would you like to be my friend, Lisa? Now before you say anything, you must know there are perks for being my friend.” Lisa’s mouth dropped open when he said that, and she had to take a minute to respond, “Yes, Stephen, I’ll be your friend.”

Tobias, on the other side, too, was scared—his look says it all. No one was coming to save the scholarship girl. It was either I destroyed my dignity on the shards of that bottle, or I let everyone in this building perish with me. A memory flashed through my mind. A few days ago, on my first morning at Crestwood, a junior had cornered me by the library stairs. “You’re the new scholarship girl from Lux, aren’t you?” she had whispered, her eyes darting around. “Transfer. Transfer while you still can. Isobel and her circle have already made you their next target. You won’t last a semester here.”

Too bad all of that just happened to be some fantasy. "Sorry champ, I got busy with work and stuff. I promise to make it up to you soon." Stephen said. My goodness, who knew Stephen could get so cheeky with children? I had to scoff lowly because all of this seemed like a dream to me. A nightmare at that.

She yelled at me again and I just rolled my eyes so hard it hurts. “He's not coming here anytime soon, baby girl. Therefore you have nothing to worry about.” I shot back. One would have thought that I was talking to someone, like he or she was here with me, but no. I was talking to my subconscious. This was something I loved doing. Talking to her and I was always comfortable doing it because I have this feeling that she wasn't just my subconscious. She was me. Growing up, I never had any best friends, well apart from Rose, but she's currently out of the country. And since Rose and I weren't always together, I made my subconscious my friend…… I don't know if this makes sense though.

Their friendship was strange to people as everyone wondered the odd chemistry between a sharp and intelligent handsome guy having a deaf boring blonde girl as a best friend. But the fact was that Stephano didn't care about what others thought of their friendship. Even sometimes Rose also wondered why someone like Stephano was interested in becoming her friend. From the moment she could think and sense everything around her, Rose had known that everyone always kept her at arm's length. No one wanted to be near her much less be friends with her. Bullying was the hardest turmoil she had to face as a child and hence her father took her out from school and she was home schooled instead.

Nodding, I waited for Nathan to start talking, dismissing Nolan’s comment. “My mom believes strongly that her friend's daughter is my mate and she is crazy because trust me she is not,” he complained. “Is it someone I would know?” Side-eyeing his brother Nathan huffed, “Stacy Jacobs.” Covering my giggles I shook my head. “Is your mom an idiot? Stacey Jacobs was once Stanley Jacobs I doubt any child would be conceived in your union,” I proclaimed through giggles. “Exactly why we have to return and face her. She is not right in the head,” he growled firmly.

They kept saying weird shit like that. Peter began to help, “Oh my god! She really is making her way over to us.” “Not to us, but to Dante.” Stephen said and Peter groaned. “She's in my arts and crafts class. Dante ain't even there, but she somehow always managed to find a way to ask me about you. It's so difficult being a best friend.” Peter whined. Stephen and I laughed hard. “Hi guys.” She said bringing us back to the present. We said our hellos as Stephen made some room beside me and shifted to another area. He took the seat and said, *Why don't you join us?”

“How is your new stepbrother?” Christina asked as soon as I answered the phone. I could fully say that she was my only friend. Since transferring schools, she was the only one to ever say a word to me. While everyone seemed too up themselves and acted as if they were better than the rest. She was the only down to earth. ‘’It’s Aaron Boyd.’’ I heard muffled sounds on the other end. ‘’Come again?’’ She finally said. ‘’Aaron Boyd is my stepbrother.’’

I ended up falling for the guy I was supposed to help. I didn’t know how it started. We started off as friends and I was always the person he’d run to whenever he had something to say about Kara. At first, I thought it was just an infatuation or something. But the feeling only got more intense as time went on. Sometimes I’d listen to him talk about Kara and I’d be wishing he was talking about me instead. It got so pathetic that I even stopped hanging out with them for some time. I made a fake boyfriend and made lame excuses just so I won’t have to see them together.