Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

His eyes dropped to my mouth as I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip to catch a lingering taste of champagne “Twice every month” “That’s so nice” I smiled, “How long?” Yes, I was fishing to know how long they’d been friends. His dancing eyes tell me I wasn't as smooth as I thought then he answered “First year of college” Mad. Wow. That's over a decade. My oldest friend was from two years ago. His chin lowered “Roman and I attended the same high school but we never spoke until college, granted I thought he was a pretentious dick and a waste of my time

I could see in her, the girl I loved so much. I immediately took Lucky’s picture and showed it to her. She was also surprised when she saw it. “That’s my best friend. I lost her, eight years ago, because of the accident.” I told her. “Really? I’m so sorry to hear that.” “But… until now, I still couldn’t find her. I don’t know why she didn’t even let me know she was leaving. For sure, she’s happy now with her new life.” She was just silent as she listened to me.

Was I going to feel it forever or not? Forever was a long time. Well, time would tell if Lucas was a good person or not. And if he truly would stay with me regardless of the good times or not. I ran my fingers through my hair. Right now, the only friend I had was Lucas so of course, I would feel a little lonely when he went on doing his own little thing. I also needed to find friends to do my own little things with. If not, I'd be a loser.

Far from little now, but still, his baby as he'd always called her. Two years ago it wasn't easy for him to accept his best friend and his sister together, but he did anyway, and he didn't sell me out to his family or mine. He kept our little secret and most importantly he was there for me when she tore my heart in pieces. When she said the word over. And when I became a drunk. He was there. Dawn has been and will always be there, yes, I trusted that. Scientific report has shown that people who've been friends for over seven years tend to be forever, and I have known Dawn longer than that.

“And to your friend, you'll finally meet a long lost friend, make sure you do the right thing.” The more he spoke, the more I wondered what he had in mind. A long lost friend? Who was that? I didn't exactly have so many friends and it was only natural for me to know who he was speaking about.

“His name is Brice Peterson. The last I heard, he was in New York now.” Brice fucking Peterson. Holy shit, that name was a blast from the past. He used to be my best friend in grade school, then all the way through high school, but we grew apart after that. If what my father was saying about him was true and Brice was the kind of guy responsible for what my father referred to as Marissa’s ‘dark and battered past,’ it was no wonder we’d grown apart.

Even the people at nearby tables put down their cutlery. She was quiet for a long time. Her face was pale and tight. Finally, she said just one thing, her voice low. "I want to see your father." That one sentence made me laugh out loud. Hearing those words from her mouth made me sick. She frowned at me like I was crazy. "What's so funny?" "You," I said. "I'm laughing at you. At how you can still stay so nonchalant." I wiped the corner of my eye, my voice thick with hate. "Dad is dead. He's been dead for three years."

“Why would you be alone? Don’t you have friends? You can easily entertain them here.” “I don’t have friends here. At my boarding school here in LA, my best friend was from Denmark. He returned to his country after graduating and we lost touch. Same with my college. After graduating from Harvard, I left my best friend of six years behind in Massachusetts. I never got to make friends in New York since they sent me away at the tender age of seven. Here, I have been too busy with work to make friends. So, it’s actually a lonely life! You’re lucky to have your close group of friends with you!”

Adrian dropped the glass a little. “Move.” “That’s my wife.” “You filed this morning,” Adrian said. “Stop embarrassing yourself” I turned. “He filed?” “Yes.” Damien leaned in. “I filed because you ran off with him.” “You filed because you wanted to look clean and act as a victim while you gain sympathy.” “Come home. We can deal with all these privately at home.”” “Home??? Home??? You mean where you brought in my so called best friend in as your wife while I’m treated like trash?? You should have thought of that before you started acting foolish.”

There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive. Years after my birth, my Mom died. Cancer did what it does best. However, loneliness after my mother’s death was the least of my problems. I missed her because she was my mother, and I always would. But I was never truly alone. Two big differences. Then there's Cassie, my best friend. Surprisingly, we were born on the same day. The most shocking part of it? My Mom and hers have been friends, long before they got married to our fathers. They would still be friends if death and cancer hadn’t taken one.