It Started With A Friend Request Novels & Stories

, Olivia warmly shake hand with Alice, trying to befriend with the little girl, "Waaoooo, Now I have two BFF in this mansion," Alice smiled and joyfully started jumping, "Two? Who else is your best friend?" Olivia curiously asked, "Mars"..."He will be happy to know", Alice cutely replied and ran out of the room to meet Mars. "Olivia is feeling good today. The Nurse collected all the medical equipment which are now useless for Olivia's treatment and put them in a small wooden box, Olivia noticed her and asked, "What's your name?"

She felt shy about sending him a friend request. She saw photos of him, which she thought were taken at the condo building he was having constructed. He was standing next to Hannah, her arm around his waist again. Just then, a notification popped up—a friend request from Brent. She immediately accepted it with a smile. They became friends online, and she started seeing more posts from him. She was focused on her phone when she heard a voice in front of her. "I can see that you're so busy checking my profile," someone said.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “I don’t think that’s how friendships work,” I muttered. “Oh? And how do friendships work, then?” “Well… friends don’t get each other this many gifts on the first day of their friendship.” “Technically, we first met at that fundraiser event,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t count.” “Yes, it does,” he argued. I chuckled. “The friendship officially started today, and I’m already getting spoiled. And you still say there are no ulterior motives behind all this?”

I log into the Facespace account for Nanetta Dieterle, and send a friendship request to Duke Anderson, along with the following message: “Hey, I’m staying in Dickson for a while on business and was hoping to find someone local to hang out with in my downtime—nothing serious, just casual company while I’m in the area. I see you’re not too far away, so thought you might want to hang out. Like I said, I’m here for work, but I should be free most evenings and weekends. I know, this probably sounds like a fishing scam or something, but I promise I’m for real. Anyway, if you’re interested, let me know. I’d love to meet up and see where things go.”

I kicked my bedroom door closed behind my dog, and sat down at my desk with my plate. I texted Tessa, telling her all about my awkward as hell talk with my mom, and set my phone down. I opened my laptop and put on a YouTube video in the background while I pulled up F******k. I skimmed through the first few posts, before checking my notifications. I focused on the second notification and chuckled. It only took almost three weeks. Tessa Oliver accepted your friend request.

"You have no friends, Squirt." "Yes I do." I defended. He folded his arms across his chest. "And they might be?" "Tishe Adeleye-Micheal,Gazelle Taiwo and Caitlyn Blossom." I said without thinking. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at me. "You're kidding me,right?" I shrugged then froze as I realized what I had just said. I called them my friends. My friends! I have friends now. Wow. Could I really call them my friends?

This was the opening I needed. For the first time that day, something in me felt genuinely light. I could almost feel the next step taking shape in front of me. Then another notification appeared. A friend request. The account was unfamiliar at first glance, but I looked more closely at the profile picture. It was small, but there was enough there. The angle, the styling, the details she would think nobody else would notice. Caroline. A quiet thrill moved through me at once. So she had come looking for me herself. Still, I did not accept the request right away.

Not that I had many friends. It was Adam, sending me a meme. Shaking my head, I chuckled softly and started texting him. I did not know what was going through my head but I told him everything I saw earlier. Three minutes passed and there was no response from his side. My stomach dropped slightly thinking I lost the only friend I made after so many years when he called me. "Hey, El. Sorry for calling you like this, I should have asked you first but after you told me what happened I started searching for the animal attacks in our town."

Maybe it really was the weather, but something didn’t feel right. Pushing away the unease, I opened I*******m. I hadn’t logged in for a while—Netflix had been consuming my free time—but curiosity got the better of me. When the app loaded, I noticed I had a new follower. No posts. No bio. Just a username: **@WaitingForYou**. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine. Against my better judgement, I followed back and sent a simple “Hi.” Almost instantly, a message popped up:

I just tapped on my tablet and opened F******k. I was greeted with a barrage of Notifications, Friend Requests and Messages. Flood everything. It's because I can't accept FR anymore. I already have too many friends if I'm an add. Just follow because there is really no space. I smiled when I read the chats of my friends when I was F-FC. They all say hello. I replied and had a conversation. Vincent's chat popped up for me.. I looked around before I replied..