Imaginary Friend Stephen Chbosky Novels & Stories

Stephanie shouted to her brother Stephen. Stephen was just inside his game room, he didn't want to come out because he knew Stephanie had visitors again. In his game room, all he could hear were sounds from the games he was playing, not the voices of the people in their house. They are rich, but they also have a large family, so every time there is a gathering, all family members are called and while the elders are talking, the children in the family are the others playing outside, talking and accompanied by other vices; just like today. Stephanie brings a visitor to the Williamson mansion, along with her two best friends Aurora and Leandra. “Stephen!” Stephanie shouted outside Stephen's gam

Chris's POV(The master) : I was reading a book in the dinning,waiting for breakfast while Stephen, my best friend, talked non stop. He is a parrot, I am not surprised, he talks more than a woman. I wonder why he left his home so early in the morning to come and bother me.I don't know what I did to him. I am sure his house is as comfortable as here,or he might be running away from his father. He must have gotten into trouble again for his ways.

She kept pointing things out and gasping as if she'd never seen underfloor heating or a breakfast bar before. "Who is your friend?" his dad said, walking in from the living room. He was smoking his cigar, which meant mum wouldn't be home for a while. His dad never dared smoke that thing if she was coming home early. "She's not my friend. Just a science project partner," Gordon said. That sounded way more believable than the truth. "We are just going to my room to work on it." "That's fine," his dad said and returned to his papers. "Your life is different than mine," Charlene commented. For the first time--looking into her sad eyes--he felt pity for the girl who had bullied him.

Stephen, at that time, was a charismatic figure in school, similar to a star. In fact, he had been such throughout my entire childhood. Therefore, being ignored by a little girl like Natash·Yael, I felt quite uneasy at the time. Perhaps, initially, it was the competitiveness of a boy, but gradually, I took it seriously. However, just as I became serious, she suddenly cut off contact with our group, and I still haven't figured out the reason. The reason I was so familiar with the library was that during the last few months of my senior year, I waited for her almost every day outside the library, watching her come out.

i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk MONKEY GIRL . . .i smile cause if really am a monkey they won't be staying in the same class with me . . . .i rest my head on the desk . .and go into the dreamland . . . .i dream about me holding a toy playing with it . . someone come from nowhere and want to collect it . . .as am draging it from his hand . .suddenly he become a zombie and bite me. . ....ahhhhhhhh . . . i scream out in real life.

Then he’d tell me how he’s always had feelings for me, and even though it’s been years, the fluttering in his stomach came back the moment he saw me, just like it did when I saw him. But this is real life, and real life isn’t as carefully crafted and scripted like a movie. Jim has never expressed interest in me, and as far as I know, he thinks of me as a sister. Plus, Jacob would throw a fit if I said I’ve had a crush on his friend, telling me how things will be awkward from there on out. Sometimes, real life sucks. Boots barks, and we turn just in time to see Chrissy lower into a crouch at the edge of the pool. “Chrissy, no!” I shout, but it’s too late. The lab mix dives in, happily paddlin

“You’ll figure it out someday. And you’re right. I am a liar.” The scene dissolves, swirling into another. Now I am ten. I’m sitting on a blanket in the castle courtyard, scribbling in a notebook. Tobias, now twelve, is nearby, skipping flat stones across the surface of the ornamental lake. The sun is bright. “You know…” I start, not looking up from my drawing—a careful sketch of his profile. “You’re my only friend. Why are you friends with me? I mean, aside from our fathers being friends.” I glance at him then, my young heart pounding with a hope I didn’t yet have a name for. Tell me you like me. Tell me you want to marry me one day.

I muttered. Stephen just bumped my shoulder. “Good content, that’s what.” Two nights later he brought someone else. Some guy from his psych class. Stephen introduced him to the chat like it was a regular bro hang. The second the guy sat on the bed the jokes started. “Damn, look at him already tied up like a bitch,” the new guy said, voice full of that locker-room bullshit. Stephen laughed. “Don’t be mean. He’s shy.” “Shy? He’s hard as fuck already. Look at that.”

, he winked at him and then tried to contain his amusement at watching his stiff boss hang out with a child. “Do you like my friend?”, Stephan struck up a conversation with Zach, much to the chagrin of Alan since the conversation was going to revolve around him. “Your friend?”, the little boy asked. “Mmhmm, Alan, the iceberg holding you right now”, Stephan made a head gesture towards Alan, making the kid look up at Alan. “Are you a iceberg?”, Zach asked, looking every bit of the confusion that he felt. “Have you been visiting some funeral homes lately?”, Alan gritted out to Stephan who was low key giggling.

ASHLEY'S POV "Are you guys okay?" Mum's voice came again through the door like a bucket of ice water. Stephanie moved faster than I had ever seen her move in our entire decade of friendship. The dildo disappeared under my pillow. She yanked the duvet up over both of us. And her bra was back on in barely a second… I had no idea how. "Just studying, Mrs. Grant!" Stephanie called out. Her voice was completely steady. Clear. Defs not the voice of a girl whose hand had been inside her best friend's pussy fifteen seconds ago.