Loving His Best Friend Novels & Stories

What he said was perfect and it lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. “I’m sorry, I was just scared that you would choose to walk away and end our friendship.” I croaked. “Now why the hell would I do that, babe? I love you so much and I would rather have you as my best friend than lose you. Hell, I’d give a left nut just to erase everything I did to you. Babe, you're everything to me and if you love Alec, then I will be there for you and support you as long as you always include me in your life.” I smiled radiantly.

"You mean so much to me. I wouldn’t want to lose you. Not ever. You’re my best friend, my brother, my son’s father. I won’t let anything happen to you. Don’t you dare ever wish such a thing again. Got it?" He froze, staring at me, his eyes glassy. His lips parted like he wanted to speak, but his voice cracked. "So… you… pity me?" That broke me. I smacked his arm hard. "Pity!" I yelled through my tears, and a sad laugh broke out of me. "I love you! You son of a gun!" My chest heaved as I pointed at him, my voice trembling. "My best friend that I’ve loved for years wants to die? You psycho. Look, our friendship is envied by so many people. They all wish for what we have. Don’t you see it? Don’

In love with me? In love with me how? “I'm sorry you are just getting to know this way. But, I love you more than you can imagine.” I looked away, avoiding his gaze, my head suddenly a mess from many thoughts juggling together at the same time. “I feel bad that you lied to me all these while Jax, whatever your reason might be. And you can't claim to love me - I don't even know you, I don't know what your name is. The Jax who was my best friend was a lie all along.”

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

"Didn't buy it until now. You here to cause trouble in my club, little psycho?" I tilt my head, feigning innocence. "Me? Never. I'm just here to supervise my friends and drink water like a responsible adult." He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah. That tracks. You've always been real good at takin' care of everybody else." A heavy beat settles between us, filled with memories from last year. Pain. Love. Healing. Moments between us that mattered—and still do—without needing to be anything more. "How are you, War?" I ask, my eyes searching his face.

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

They were not the reason behind his pain but he was making himself believe that they were the reason behind his pain when it was him…who chose to survive that pain instead of living the happiness of his life. Dylan patted his shoulder and then looked at Zia. He passed her a smile by witnessing those tears rolling down from her cheeks. "Like she had said before, before being lovers, we were best friends and I believe, we still are best friends and…." Dylan looked at Damien. "I can say that my best friend indeed chooses the most right person to love, a kind of lover who is capable of doing anything for her and her happiness," His smile didn't fade from his face as he said those things to them.

"Dean.. I've spent over two years with you in my life, and you've given me so many exciting and vibrant experiences; ones I will never forget. You're my best friend, my excitement, my spontaneity, and my lover. I love you more than I could ever voice.. Without rhyme or reason. I can't imagine spending my life without you by my side; my love, my friend, the father of my son.. My all. I love you and vow to do so for the rest of my life." I watch as a tear trickles down his cheek, with a loving smile on his face. I smile back, and move my hand up, using my thumb to wipe the tear away. I then turn and face Holden, "Holden, I met you in the most confusing circumstances but I can't be more thankfu

I gave him a puppy dog eye. “Fine. Just because I want you to shut up.” “Aaand?” I poked his chest and sides. “Maybe because you love me?” “No. Maybe because you’re my best friend, if you get into trouble, I get into trouble,” he paused. “But I would really like to stay out of trouble, OK?” I laughed, closing my laptop. I treasured my friendship with Henry, it kept me grounded in its own weird and unique way. Besides, I can’t think of anyone else who’d be OK with me constantly telling them they’re an idiot.