Imaginary Friend Stephen Chbosky Novels & Stories

I had already used up more of my morning than I wanted to in a situation that had nothing to do with me, and I was not looking for a second round. And then I saw Steph. Steph Wright. My best friend. My only real friend at this school, if I was being completely honest about it — the one person who had existed in my corner since before either of us had figured out what that meant. She was walking down the corridor and the prince's people were moving toward her, and something about the shape of it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up before I had consciously processed why. ‘What the hell is Prince Charming trying to pull with Steph Wright?’

"Mr Tepes does nothing apart from visiting his pharmacies occasionally. At home according to his housekeeping staff, he stays in the office. Most of the time, he goes out of the town for business. Both husband and wife, do not have any friends. Mrs Tepes hardly socializes. Their son Stephen, does not invite anyone home. He does attend parties of fellow students but strangely instead of asking out a popular girl, he wants to date you. The FBI agent stopped and looked at Emma, who understood what he meant. Indeed it was strange of a young guy like Stephen to ask me out so suddenly. Emma knew that, unlike her sister, she was a typical nerd and often boys like Stephen don't prefer her as their g

Tony and I were not friends; we were the opposite. It wasn’t like I was always out to annoy him, or vice versa, but his kind of 'weird' wasn’t mine. He wasn’t a posh kid, but he was well off than all the other students I have ever known. The teachers boot-licked him, and I didn’t blame him. If I didn’t have a big stick shoved up my ass, I would have been in the mix too. He was a good guy, the kind of good that had everybody fawning over him.

I even applied for a few minor roles, hoping to broaden my options. Seeing the clock tick down to dinner time, I realized I had about thirty minutes before my dinner with Raj—my stepbrother and former high school tormentor. Determined to avoid any more awkward situations, I devised a plan. If I could find my mom’s room and get her talking about her novel, she’d be so engrossed that I could easily steer her to the dinner table with me. Mom loved discussing her work, and once she got started, it was hard to pull her away.

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.

"I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thriller." I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. "For the record," I said, "it's definitely feeling more like the psychological thriller." Leo's grin softened. "But... are you okay?" The question caught me off guard. I looked down at the table for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know." That was the most honest answer I'd given all day. "I spent years convincing myself that chapter of my life was over. Now it's suddenly back, except everything's different. He's different. I'm differe

“Sorry? He’ll come around. He must have meant something other than scholarship trash and servant. Or maybe, Elphaba from Wicked snuck into his room, hexed him with a potion, and forced him to say those words.” She slapped a hand to her forehead. “How many times does he have to treat you like a second-class citizen before you realize he isn’t your prince charming? He’s a narcissist with a trust fund, and wouldn’t know loyalty or care if it hit him in his stupid ass. He treats you like a servant because you act like one. At least to him. Stephan didn’t employ you as a servant. You’re there because your mom decided to be a live-in housekeeper.

"I think this is a bust, Hal. Sorry to waste your time." Hal stepped out around the camera. He signaled back to his light guy who took hold of the camera. Hal stood on the other side of Steph. The director asked, "You watch a lot of p**n, Todd?" Todd stammered. Steph said, "Just answer him." "Yes, some ... maybe a lot. I mostly fantasize about Steph and that is the truth." Steph smiled at him and Todd felt a little better. Hal asked, "What kind of fantasies? Just you and her? Her with other women? With other men?"

With the spotlight now shining on him, he threw his arms up, grinning widely as his teammates engulfed him. “He’s more than that,” I mumbled, not caring that I sounded ridiculous. “You’re just being obsessed.” She groaned, chewing noisily on her popcorn. She always chewed noisily whenever she was brewing something stupid in her head. Just like I had thought, she shifted her gaze back to me and with a hand resting under her chin, she said, “I told you about Caleb, remember? He asked about you again.” “And unlike Nate freaking Lincoln, Caleb is actually normal. He studies Computer Engineering like us, and doesn’t think the sun rises and sets with his own ego.”

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”