Just Friends Karaoke の小説・ストーリー

“Hey, what’s up?” “Sorry to call all of a sudden, you did say that we should catch up though… so, are you up for a karaoke night?” “Sure. When?” “Well, tonight.” Now, that was sudden, and it wasn’t like the girl he used to know at all, but Joy made it clear with her next words, which sounded very much like a murmur. “I’m having a case of Emilia crying and heart-broken here, and I could use a bit of help. Aren’t you still friends?”

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

"I know, girl. But tonight, we're leaving all that stress behind and just having fun. Trust me, it's exactly what you need." "And if my dad asks, tell him I say he should respectfully fuck off. He's stressing you out," she added, rolling her eyes. Despite the lingering sense of guilt over defying Alpha Alexander’s orders, I found myself nodding in agreement. Right now, surrounded by the warmth and support of my best friend, the chaos of the outside world seemed to fade into the background. Tonight was about reclaiming my sense of joy and freedom, if only for a few precious hours.

"Yeah. We figured it wouldn't, but we're still doing this anyway. No way in hell we’re leaving you out.” King smiles and presses one last kiss to my temple. "One more week," he reminds me. And just as I open my mouth to grumble something else, the doorbell rings. We all freeze. There's a brief flicker of irrational hope that it might be War—but I know better. It's not him. It's my best friends. I sigh and glance toward the door. "Looks like our designated cockblockers have arrived." "They're a little late," Niko mutters, pushing off the chair with a dramatic sigh. "We could've had like five quickies by now."

They all literally sang. Ask me why I am even friends with these idiots!

I said with a teasing grin as I took his hand in mine and led him past the door, and he shut it behind us. “And I really appreciate it. Thank you,” I said with a beam. Todd beamed back at me. “You’re welcome.” “Todd!” Aunt Ryan’s voice interrupted us, and we saw her holding a little bowl of chips in one hand. Todd and I walked further down the foyer to say hello to her. Just then, music exploded from the living room, and soon Bad Bunny’s Amorfoda—though a viral salsa version of it—filled the air. “I guess Nana won,” Aunt Ryan said, and then she quickly took Todd by the wrist. “Come on, I have to have dibs on you because Chulo is the music man and we need dancing partners!”

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

It just connects with your soul and keeps pulling you close just like this amazing song. Breathless by Shayne Ward was playing and I yearned to sing along. Peeking at Mr. Grumpy's pants I saw his eyes were closed and I stood up, doing a ballroom dance alone while singing along. "You leave me breathless... You're everything good in my life..." The next song playing turned out to be about friends by Bebe Rexha and I momentarily glanced at Susie before joining in the chorus. "Fuck fake friends! We don't need them. I've had it up to the ceiling..."

Megan rolls her eyes as they finally join their friends at the karaoke bar. The place is as down-to-earth and Filipino as it gets. Set up with an open space, the venue has an old school karaoke machine and pretty fairy lights that provide a laid-back yet mystical kind of mood. It isn’t as crowded as expected. Just the right amount of people to keep a lively atmosphere steady. But God only knows that when every human being in this joint gets at least tipsy, the chaos will ensue. “What took you guys so long??” Danica questions, shoving three nachos in her mouth.

I could still remember when they all hated me and called me incompetent but now they love me—I must say it feels good to be loved. I heard Haley shout “Drinks on the house” this prompted everyone including me to raise their voice even higher. We have had about ten or eight bottles of beer I can’t really remember and out of nowhere someone started singing Garth Brooks' Friends in low places. Everyone is drunk, we held hands together and started singing the song I don’t know all the lyrics but no one seemed to care how I sing it. The only part I know very well and I sang at the top of my voice