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she said nudging me. I choked on my drink, "WAT NO, WE'RE FRIENDS BLAIRE." I coughed. She laughed while patting my back, "Mhm whatever you sayy." And entered back into the crowd. I shook my head and saw the bartender giving me a look, So you're telling me, that YOU and THAT GUY are JUST friends? Mhm SURE. I gave him a look back, YES WE ARE JUST FRIENDS HOW IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE??

she shook her head, " I don't have a friend. " Blue face dropped, " you must have been so lonely ", " Hm", she nodded, " but I have some people who care for me, when I needed them the most, they came through for me", " Who are they?", " Alicia and Abigail, though they might see it as performing duties, it means a lot to me." After some seconds of silence, Blue took her hand into hers, "Well, I'm so glad and honored to have you as my best friend ",

I didn’t feel part of it, my mind was about to kick into panic mode about the deadline of my deal coming up when Bradly squeezed my thigh. “I see you’ve met Bryan.” He said. The man with the blue eyes raised his glass at me. “I’m his best friend and family friend.” “I wouldn’t say that.” Brad scoffed. Bryan laughed, “You know you need me.” “Best friend, huh? I didn’t know someone could stand him so long.” Brad scrawled, his hand never left my thigh though. It almost felt right… Bryan belted out another laugh. “I need an allowance for everything I’ve been through. I’ll give you a few pointers.”

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

“I'm sorry Jade, but he picked me up from the bus station and brought me home, he's my friend” I walked to Nile and slowly pulled him up, I helped him dust his clothes “Are you okay?” I asked wiping the blood on his lips and he nodded, “If he's your friend then am I not your best friend?” Jade went on to vent “Of course Jade you're my best friend and will always be, but right now you injured my friend without any good reason, do you think that's good?” “Amy I don't get it, you already have us, you have enough friends already you don't need one”

he replied. "I'm looking for Valerie?" Rhea asked, swallowing at the strong smell of cigarettes that scorched her nostrils. "Vee? Who are you?" the guy asked, his friends also turning their curious gazes on her. "I'm her friend," she answered quickly. "Oh... we haven't seen her for a while either. Not a sign of her," the guy shrugged. "uh, thanks. I'll leave then." Rhea bowed slightly and quickly left.

Blake: Do you have plans for tonight? I bit my lip, reread the question, then typed slower than necessary. Me: Just meeting up with my best friend. She’s coming over later. There was a long pause. I stared at the typing bubble until it disappeared, then reappeared again. Blake: Best friend, huh. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Me: Yes, my best friend. It’s not a code for anything crazy, if that’s what you’re thinking. Another pause. Blake: I wasn’t thinking that.

“But I’m your friend too. Doesn’t that count for something?” “It does,” he said, holding her gaze. “But this isn’t my story to tell. And you know that.” She stepped back, frustration written all over her face. “You really won’t help me?” “I can’t,” he said simply. “I won’t get in the middle of whatever is going on between them.” Oh come on,” Daniella said, playfully tapping his arm. “Don’t be like that. We were in the same college, remember? Even before I met Ethan—”

"I know we're both to blame. But I can't just accept it. I can't just act like it's okay." "Who said anything about it being okay?" Colleen retorted. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to forgive yourself. I'm just asking you to face it. To acknowledge that we did this together." My breath caught as I worked to shake off the rising emotions. "I can't keep doing this, Collen. The guilt is eating me alive. Every time I see her. Every time I look at my best friend, all I can think about is how we've betrayed her.".

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han