Just Friends Jennifer Sucevic Novels & Stories

I said, and she smiled at this. “I will do so,” she said and then wiped away her tears. She took the empty milk bottle and then got up. She looked at me. “In another life friend, I hope we meet in another life. I am sure our friendship will thrive then,” she said, and I nodded. She left and I found myself crying for some reason. I am glad, they didn’t break Jennifer even though they broke Rachel and Alicia. Or maybe they didn’t break them, maybe deep down they were always just like that.

Within minutes, she was arguing with Jace over hockey statistics, promising Matteo she was going to have a taste of his food, and laughing so hard at Nico’s terrible Coach Miller impression that she’d taken off her glasses just to wipe the tears from her eyes. I just sat back and watched. The boys even forgot about my presence… until she excused her to get another drink before disappearing toward the kitchen, did Jace finally turn to me. “So…” He smirked. “Does she have friends?” I stared at him with a bored look on my face as I held back from saying, Fuck off. “Don’t be a fucking bore… does she have hot friends or not?” he added with a grin as though trying to clarify himself. “No.”

I just wanted to save a little money, but I never thought things would go out of control. "You, Mr. and Mrs. Stafford, have always been kind to me, so why would I ever want to hurt you?" When she lifted her head to look up at me, her face was smeared with tears. "We're best friends, and I was just too dependent on you. I was just terrified that you'd abandon me in the future." I looked down at her before yanking my arm back with all my might and pushing her away. Shoved off balance, she tumbled back and humiliatedly landed flat on the floor.

"So you don't like that Adam, right?" I froze, almost laughing. "Of course not. Just friends."

“She’ll understand.” Sasha put his phone away and stepped closer. “Welcome to the club of the ‘not exactly normal,’ Carla. Don’t worry, at first you just think you’re going to lose your mind. Then you get used to it.” Carla shot him a sharp look. “You’re not helping either.” Susan let out a muffled laugh, but there were tears in her eyes. “Carla… I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. I just…” “Hey.” Carla held Susan’s face between her hands. “You’re my friend. We buried Jenn together. I’m not going anywhere. Witch, fairy, alien from Mars — I’m with you, got it?”

They would still be friends if death and cancer hadn’t taken one. Back to us. Cassie Reed and I have been best friends since the day we were born - and side by side, we've grown—from babies to toddlers, and now we are teenagers. Unlike normal teenagers who can have more than one friend, Cassie and I have been our only friends since we came of age. All through these years, our friendship blossomed - survived through twelve rules. There were times we faulted in a few - we forgave each other. At least, they weren't as serious as the ones we considered important - rules three, five, six, nine, and ten.

Grabbing two glasses from a different cabinet, I make my way back outside. “You’re an idiot,” Kieran is saying to Devon. “Yes, I know, but see, I don’t think this is any of your business,” he retorts. “You cheating on my best friend isn’t my business?” “No, it isn’t,” “Yeah? How about I deck you to show you just how much it isn’t my business?”

Actually doing it was another. Every time Gaspare finished with a lover, he would call me to clean up the room. I wondered which one it would be today. Lily? Or Celeste, who had come last month? My favorite was still Sandra. She only ever made a mess on the bed, never the entire room. When I opened the door, I found an unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman had features that bore a passing resemblance to my best friend, Vera Toscano. I could not help but smile.

My rival. Her hand in his. His hoodie half-off as they slipped into a service elevator. Proof. I tilted my head. “Did you follow them to the room?” “Yes, ma’am. They entered together. He didn’t leave until morning.” My laugh was sharp, cruel. “So the captain of the Chicago Phantoms spends the night with his best friend’s mother, and you’re telling me I have every moment of it on film?” He hesitated. “Enough moments, yes. The implication is....”

She laughed, finally relaxing a little. “This isn’t about Lucas,” she muttered, but I raised an eyebrow at her. “Babe, I’m not a kid. I know you’re stressed about seeing him after a few weeks in New York,” I said gently. She sighed but didn’t deny it. “You look gorgeous. Trust me,” I added. She smiled—a soft, grateful expression that made me fall in love with my best friend all over again. “Thank you. I really needed that,” she said, her voice quieter now.