It Started With A Friend Request Novels & Stories

But he video called me regularly and daily whined about how much he missed me. What surprised me most was Ian. He started messaging me occasionally, asking how I was and what I was doing and other silly stuff. Even though I had accepted his friendship, I never thought that a big star like him would take out his time for someone like me. It was kind of a sweet gesture on his part.

Ding— Raina’s phone suddenly chimed. She picked it up instinctively and saw a new friend request on I*******m. Raina: “…” Alright, ever since returning to the country, although she had run into Reid a few times, they had never actually added each other on I*******m. Under the current circumstances, it felt like she couldn’t really refuse. Reid looked at her, raising his eyebrows high. “Since I’m going to transfer you money, I need your contact, don’t I?”

It was a friendly gesture that was suspicious. Why did everyone want to become my friend all of a sudden? No one did that before. “Hi, Ebony!” “Oh! Hi!” “Ebony!” she offered her hand. “Let’s be friends!” Who is she?

It was the first time I picked my phone up since yesterday. “What the fuck…” I couldn't believe my eyes. My I*******m was on fire. The number of follow-up requests I had was unimaginable. Ten thousand people. A message popped in and it was from Roman. ‘You are literally famous..wtf’ I read it out loud but it didn't make me feel good about myself in any way. I went straight to our group chat and explained why I didn't let them know about it before time. They understood immediately and told me they were proud of me.

If only she was here in person. Before she called her old roommate, she flipped to a social media site and scrolled through her newsfeed. She had a friend request--from Trent. Of all the days. Shaking her head, she clicked it, wondering what he was up to. Now that she was single again, it seemed like just the thing for her to start dreaming of him again.

“Please help me find it. I tried, but there are several profiles with the same name.” I type my username into the search bar. I quickly discovered mine. “My profile photo is of a black cat with a pink ribbon around its ear.” “Oh, it’s our cat, but we lost her last year,” Lora laments. “I’m sorry. My sister likes cats, too,” William says sincerely, smiling sweetly at my best friend. I return his phone. “There.” “Thank you. Don’t ignore my friend request, okay?” “Certainly. I should leave. Other plans.”

Moreover, he lived quite a distance away. I bit my lower lip and accepted his friend request. Yes, I found him a bit too much at first, considering my initial impression. However, in the short time I spent with him, I could say he's a genuinely good person. Two minutes after accepting Ramil's friend request, my cellphone chimed again with a new notification. When I checked, my eyes slightly widened as Ramil initiated a chat. Ramil: Hey, thanks for the accept (smiley emoji). I quickly replied to his chat.

The red tickets on my friend request and message icon were showing nine plus and I wondered if I had suddenly turned into a celebrity. My curious finger first reached to press on the text icon and there I found many message requests, which were from my school friends. "Hey, sorry for being rude the other day when Aster ditched you. I couldn’t help going with the flow. But now I know it was my greatest mistake. So, can we be friends?" "You were looking awesome today. I wish I had treated you well from day one." "Hey, there, I never noticed you, but today you rocked the stage. I so badly want to be called one of your friends. Can I get that privilege?”

Instead, I questioned, “When did you start to have this kind of lifestyle?” “Me and my best friend came with it around twelve years ago, and he did the work to invite members and all the other stuff related to it. I just needed a place that could exclusively pertain to my needs.” “Your best friend? Why haven’t I met your friends?” As the question left my lips, I noticed the change in him and wondered if he was deliberately hiding me from his close friends, and with that thoughts insecurities started to creep in. “Do you not want to let anyone know about me,” I gestured between us. “About us?”

But after rebuilding herself and starting a new life, she’d reactivated it. Her screen instantly flooded with notifications, messages, and friend requests. She checked notifications first, then messages. Most were from friends asking about her first day at Woodstock and telling her how much they missed her. She replied to each of them, sharing bits and pieces of her day. Last but definitely not least, she opened her friend requests. Hundreds. She wasn’t exaggerating. A year ago, she barely had ten or fifteen friends. Now, it felt like the entire school wanted to add her.