Just Friends Be Yourself Novels & Stories

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

After a while, I realized that the mixture of anguish, resentment, and irritation simmering within me was because I detested seeing him happy. “You know what, Aiden? You’re the most selfish person I’d ever met,” I scowled, slumping to my seat and crossing my arms over my chest. “If you want to confess, tell it to marines, not me, because we’re no longer friends. We’re done, okay?” How can I be friends with someone I love to the moon and back? “Give me a chance, Jess,” he mumbled, sounding hopeful and holding my hand as if it would help him convince me.

I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. “I did,”I finally confessed, “but it felt a little… fake. We both know that half the staff here still doesn’t like or approve of me or even like the fact that we are together.” “So what?” He said, rolling his eyes. Mr. Wright rolling his eyes? That was a new one. “They don’t have to like you. In business, there really are no friends. Only those that help you get money and those that want you to lose it. And most of everyone there still gets to keep their bonuses and packages because of your bright idea.”

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

“I want to be the man you need, the man you want me to be.” “That’s just it, If I tell you how to be then that isn’t really you. You can’t keep being who you think anyone wants you to be. You just have to be you, unapologetically. If that man is a man I want to be with, then all good. If not, we’re friends and co-parents to Abby.”

"Because I don't want you to be upset." "I'm not, I promise," I whisper, and he nods. "I guess I'm still trying not to care about what other people think. I'm also trying to stop worrying if people will be mad at me all the time. I guess I just feel like I've ruined this friend group you all had by just being myself."

“Look, you always thought yourself unattractive but you’re not. And having a minor thing like a bad leg is not as big of a deal as you put it.” “But..” “No, let me finish.” She inches closer. “You’re my best friend Becca, I’ve seen you duck your head. Trying to blend into the background for too long. I want you to let other people in, see what I see.” Her words fill me with a warm feeling.

“Obviously, you expect me to tell them I’m not interested in your money, right? Can’t I just play the mercenary little girl who couldn’t care less about your heart? So they’ll hate me immediately and they’ll beg you to break up with me? And then we don’t have to lie to them anymore?” He chuckled. “No,” he replied. “My friends have been pestering to see me happy with a woman for years. It’s been driving me crazy how hard they try to fix me up once in a while. They’ve got to stop! And you’re here to do that for them!” “I can’t be myself then,” I said. “Why?” “Because it won’t be believable,” I replied. “Why won’t it be believable?” “First, the likes of me won’t have the same friends as you. Th

Her feet kicked nervously against the mattress. “You excited, sweetheart?” I asked softly. She nodded, but her little hands fidgeted. “What if I don’t make any friends?” Oh. I knelt in front of her and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Molly Edwards, listen to me.” Her big hazel eyes blinked up at me. “Friends aren’t made in one day. They’re made by being yourself. And you… you are the kindest, funniest little girl I know. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”

“And even if he doesn’t feel the same, it doesn’t change who you are. You’re still the same kickass, loving, stubborn person you’ve always been. That’s what makes you, you.” And now she finally managed a smile. “You always know what to say.” I shrugged, like it was no big deal. “I just call it like I see it. Real friends don’t let each other drown in their own mess. We share the load, even when it’s not beautiful.” Freya nodded, finally easing down a bit, some of the tension fading away. “I missed this. Us. I’ve been living in my head too much.” “That’s what I’m here for,” I said, “To remind you you’re not alone, no matter how much you try to be.”