Just Friends Be Yourself Novels & Stories

And I should have never fantasized about my best friend. I'm such a stupid piece of shit and a spoiler for relationships. I fucking hate myself. “Damnit!” I yank my hair so hard that the pressure makes my head throb. I walk over to my room while crying my heart out. When I get to my bed, I throw myself forward, letting out muffled sounds as I sob into the bed. Can my life get any better? “BEEEEEEP,” My phone goes off with a notification sound for messages. I ignore it.

“So if you’re going through anything, either at home, school, or anywhere. Just let us know. We’re your friends. So let us know if anything is bothering you so we can help.” Gaby's lips curled up into a smile, looking back and forth between the both of them. She sniffed in, fanning herself with the smile broadening on her face. “I knew it was going to work.” She said, shaking her head slowly.

“A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…” “Stop comparing yourself to people.” She snapped, “You’re you, you’re the best of you. Value the people who like you for who you really are. Those girls flocking around Neil and Brandon are only after their money, their looks, their game and what they get on the bed; they don’t actually like them for them. One day, Neil and Brandon would get tired when they realize they have a lot of fakes in their lives, they would start to look for what you have; real friends, a stable life, true love. What they have currently won’t last, can’t you see that? Colton Adams, you are…” She stopped when he began crying. She hugged him. She was sure p

“Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would’ve been one. Who knows?” “I know,” I told her. “I would never have treated anyone that way, with or without a dick. There is no excuse.”

“Why would you think that?" She swallowed hard. “Because I’m not like Daniella. Or all the other girls you hang out with. I’m not graceful or beautiful or—” “Don’t,” he cut in. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.” Ethan stepped closer. “Do you even know what you look like when you’re mad? Or when you're focused on something, biting your lip like it’s the only thing holding your thoughts together? You’ve always been the only girl who made my heart race. And I hated myself for ignoring that.”

Is this what you call true friends? Day 35 Dear Diary, 1 month has passed by. And I can admit, I'm not myself anymore. I am worse. Way worse. "You are one badass girl!" My friends say. "It's like everyone is coming to club just for you!" They say. "You never let anyone double cross you!" They comment. "You're a fire that cannot be put out, girl!" They say. And I love it. I love the new me. And I guess I'm ready to leave the old me behind. A useless, powerless, weak girl has faded. A badass, daredevil, confident girl has arose from the ashes. But still, I do hope mate is doing alright..

“I respect your decision of not letting even one of your friends ever hit on you. And I hope after this, our friendship would remain still and nothing would change.” “Of course! Like, what needs to change? It’s normal that sometimes we unexpectedly get attracted to a person within our group of friends and you’re just being true to yourself, you tried to pursue me and showed me that you could possibly become a boyfriend to me and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”

his eyes peered over his arms. "Because real friends like each other, that's all." I touched my finger to his nose "You know, once, a long time ago, I knew a little boy who also had a lot of toys, but few friends. He thought people would only like him for the pretty, expensive things he had. And maybe some people would actually want to be with him just because of that. But they weren't his real friends. Then, one day, his mother and his nanny taught him a very valuable lesson: if he wanted to make real friends, he should show them who he really was, not what he had." “And what happened to him?” Theodore moved a little closer to me, interested.

Clara nestled into his arms, pretending to be timid. "Dan, do you think this is—" Daniel cut her off, running his hand through her hair with a look full of affection. "After everything you've been through, this little lesson is nothing." Everyone around them fell silent, afraid to make a sound. I glared at Daniel, speaking each word like a blade. "Ten years of friendship… Does that mean nothing to you? Daniel, let go of me. I'm willing to forgive and forget. But if you don't, you'll regret it."

"Even when I didn't believe in myself." Danika waved off the sentimentality. "That's what best friends do," she declared. "Now let's go get some drinks and party.”