Just Friends Karaoke Novels & Stories

she said in a low voice. "My three best friends are unique in their own way. One is a lawyer, the other an actor and the last one is a writer and I am just a cool guy who makes lots of money so I can spend it on you and your Mum. Do you want to know if I can sing?" I asked while Olive and Muna laughed at what I just said. "As long as you don't sound like a dying frog, I'm all ears," Olive laughed. I turned on my Taylor Swift playlist and started singing along. I'm not trying to brag but I have quite a nice voice.

"Oh fuck baby! Yes, come on my cock." His breath is ragged as he lets out a groan of utter ecstasy; cuming inside the condom, emptying himself. We lay here, sweaty messes, tangled in each other's arms, completely sated, and still in awe it happened. "That was better than I ever thought it would be, Scarlet." "I know... I just... Wow." "Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did."

Suddenly the voice of the soloist singing ‘End of the Road’ by Boys II Men snapped me out of whatever trance I was heading into and brought me back. “What the hell? Who sings this at a funeral?” The sting from Mama smacking me on the leg for me to hush let me know I was on the verge of causing an unnecessary scene. “I take it you’re okay.” My best friend reached over my sister lap grabbed my hand and leaned in,

Two girls completely drunk in broad daylight, blasting Michael Bolton songs and other oldies as they perform in front of a white terrier. "How can we be lovers if we can't be friends, how we start over when the fighting... never ends baby..." Kyrah begins and I join in. "How can we make love if we can't make amends?" I hiccup. "How can we be lovers if we can't be... can't be friends, whoo!" I yell. "I love this jam, Kyrah!" I say, opening another bottle of alcohol as Kyrah continues singing, nearly tripping over Snow who tries to run away and I laugh when Kyrah grabs him and carries him and begins twirling around with him. Poor pup looks so confused.

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.

“Too late because I told people.” “People?” I repeated suspiciously. He just smiled wider. That should have been my first warning. …. The karaoke bar was louder than I expected. Neon lights, music blasting, people laughing like they didn’t have a single problem in the world. It was chaotic but for once, I didn’t hate it. Erik pushed through the crowd like he owned the place, dragging me along until we reached a table. And then I saw them — his other friends. The only girl among them was obviously Asian, the first guy was blond and the other was caramel skinned like Erik.

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.

“And seeing as how much you want me to be out with people, I’ll be out for the day,” “Kieran,” Khala Willa says, stopping me. “I’m sorry. We didn’t know about your friends,” I nod. I don’t think she has anything to apologize for. From what I heard of their little discussion, she was the only one not speaking down on me. “It’s fine. I’ll be out of your hair,” Pulling my phone from the pocket of my skirt, I dial Luca’s number and bring the phone up to my ear. “Yeah?” he says by way of greeting.

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now