Making Friends 4 Novels & Stories

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I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

Will, he going to kiss her? "Athalia. You're here!" Charles called Athalia. He approached them. "Hi, I'm Charles. Athalia's new friend." He held out his right hand to Luke. Luke accepted Charles' handshake. "I'm Luke, Athalia's Best Friend since childhood." Luke introduces himself to Charles. She was surprised by what he said. Best friend? Did she hear it right? Or maybe, he just said that because Charles introduced himself as her friend. It hurt her to think that. She looked at him. He seemed serious about the words he uttered.

He moved closer to her over the counter that only a mere bottle separated them. Eye to eye, Reid said, “Then let’s change that.” “Excuse me?” “Lets be friends.” Maria was trying hard not to stare into his eyes, but his words had her doing exactly that. They were not enemies. Frenemies were the better word to describe their rather complicated interactions, and it was nothing close to friendship. “We are friends?” She sputtered. He nodded. “Yet you don’t feel comfortable with me, so let’s actually become friends.”

“Honestly, so are you.” Isioma rolled her dolly eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Totally not true. But hey, um, now that we've made things clear to each other, do you still want me as your friend, Jordan?” To Isioma's wildest surprise, Jordan wrapped her in his arms and whispered calmly in her ear, saying, “Yes, of course. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, Isioma. I'm pretty sure our friendship will blossom greatly. Forever and always!”

I Mishty peeps out from her bedsheet to see what Sid is doing? And when she found him twist and turn to her side, she went inside the bedsheet with a pout. "Monster. It's been four years, we are away from each other. Can't he romantically wish me? That's the limit." Mishty is annoyed with Sid's ignorance. Whereas Sid was noticing Mishty's movements for the past half an hour.

For me friends or friends are like brothers, friends to the end, friends to heaven, friends to share joys and sorrows and always pray for one another. I'm grateful that until now, even though it's only through their cellphones, they still always contact me, and so do I. Just telling stories, greetings, wishing you a happy birthday or anything. If we have free time, we will make phone calls together. Likewise with my ex-husband and ex-boyfriend, all are like brother and sister. We still maintain good relations, help each other and pray for each other. Just reminiscing about the past together, makes us forgive each other. All misunderstandings, the selfishness of adolescence has now turned int

I just looked at him as I focused in listening to everything his mouth says. "When we were in our senior high school years, the four of us were always close. Close like those four guys we see in the anime Boys Over Flowers." "Boys Over Flowers? You mean the F4?" My forehead knotted as I asked that. Is it just me or there are four guys in their circle of friends? But why did I only met three, Kenneth, Kit and Neil? Who's the fourth one? "Gerard was the fourth one, if you're gonna ask." He chuckled.