Lyrics Best Friend Novels & Stories

“ You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead And you're miles and miles From your nice warm bed You just remember what your old pal said Boy, you've got a friend in me Yeah, you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You got troubles, I've got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you We stick together and see it through 'Cause you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me Some other folks might be A little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too Maybe But none of them will ever love you The way I do It's me and you, boy And as the years go by

My best friend was weird. He was singing - no, pardon me - screaming along to the song blasting from his stereo. I twirled my beaded bracelet around my left wrist as I turned back to him. "Highway to hell!" "I'm pretty sure that's not what the song says." I cut in. He looked away from the road and locked eyes with me. "Bitch I know this lyrics like I know you." I watched with amusement as he stretched his right hand towards me, showing me his palm.

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.”

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

"So don't leave me. Please? Elaine, I can barely imagine myself without my best friend." To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me. Tight enough that I could barely move and felt the warmth of his heart. How am I supposed to move on and get past this? Dylan Spencer, my best friend, is my weakness.

“You didn’t notice my heart is torn apart I trusted your words but now I know I know what I want, my friend. I know who you are. You are my friend but you are not I will hold on to our precious memories But I can’t hold on to your hand I can’t be the friend you want me to be I can only hope for the best for you.” She ends her song with a sharp low note. Halsey finally takes a deep breath. Now that she sang her heart out through this song, she feels free from everything else. There’s no resentment, no hatred. How can she hate her best friend? But she can’t trust him again. Not after this. Now, she only has one conviction.

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”

"Bri, do you really love Juan?" Brisa smiled amusedly. The strange question from his best friend made him chuckle a little. "Obviously I love him. You know he was my first boyfriend. And we've been dating for a year." "Then me?" "You? You are my best friend who I love the most." Delmar's face turned even more sad. "We have to talk, it's important." Delmar grabbed Brisa’s hand, leading her to the backyard of Brisa’s house which had a path to enter Delmar's backyard.

She began to cry; Madison was always so emotional. "It's okay." I handed her one of my handkerchiefs. She dried her eyes and put the album back into the cabinet. She sat down on my bed and fidgeted with her fingers. "Are you okay?" I asked. She looked like she was deep in thoughts. "I really missed you when I went away. It was never the same for me, and I tried reaching out to you countless times, but I never got you when I did. That's why I hate it when you're mad at me. I just want my best friend back."

'' I reply and she leans closer, wrapping his hands around my neck before letting out soft chuckles. ''You're welcome. I want to thank you for everything that you've done for me, too. There's no one out there that can replace you and I mean it . . . you will always be my best friend. No matter what we go through, we'll go through it together. Okay?'' She raises her right hand and I look down to find her lifting her pinky finger. As my lips are curving up into a smile, I let my pinky finger entwine with hers and we both start to chuckle at one another—letting the cameras flash at us.