Making Friends 4 Novels & Stories

I guess that why Nina is always a chatter box. "I will walk you to the living room love..." I volunteered.In the living room, I experienced a different kind of friendship.They seemed happy and they treated each other as family. They were all ready to help Nin and be her support system when she needed it and I admired it. "Lucy how long have you being friends???" I asked, taking a bite out of a delicious toast. "Like four years now and we always got each other's back. We are the fantastic four..." I could see the glow in her face as she looked at each of her friends..

I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever Our friend group is made up of four boys and I'm the only girl and the closest to Jade which makes me the baby girl of the group because they all adore me, but what if I tell you that the four of them are womanizers who go after anything under skirt most especially Jade, except for one.

WHy DiDnT HE SEnd Me A FRIEND REQUEST! *****************

I want to be friends; we can start from there, and who knows what can happen, friends grow to become lovers. “Friends” I say sticking out my hand; “friends” he says shaking mine. I smile at him happily; at least there will be peace. “You know what” I say, “what?” He asks. “Friends don’t dictate to each other who they can or cannot see” I say jokingly

Elena had gone for a slutty dress, heavy make-up and she even toyed with her nipples just to make them hard and visible through her dressing. The name made Elena's blood boil. She didn't hate Freya, she just didn't feel comfortable seeing her beside Jeremy. She still didn't know why they were so close, since earlier during lunch break, they had both been missing at the cafeteria and Jeremy didn't introduce them. "Oh hey," Freya greeted when she arrived. "Guys, Freya, these are my friends, Silver and Elena. Guys, this is Freya. I'm sure you've seen her from class earlier. She's a very good friend of mine, one of my closest friends.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

Aphrodite said. I smile at her. “Thank you for your understanding. Uhh, but I am not ready to open it up for now. Sorry” I said. I know that the first step to gaining friends is to share some of your pieces of information with her so that both of you know how each other. But, As I’ve said, I am not yet ready to open up about my past. It was too dark for me to open it up. “Oh, it’s fine. You don’t have to say sorry. I understand. What’s important is, that I met you. I finally have a friend” she said happily.

I asked him confused. "You cried a lot. So, you need to eat something to give you energy. And moreover, you like to eat ice cream when you are sad, right?" he said tilting his head to one side. "You really know me so well."I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head and hugged me. I snuggled close to him. I just feel so good being like this with him. I feel so safe like no one can harm or hurt me. That's the reason friends are more reliable than boyfriends.

"Making friends huh?" - - To be continued...

[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV] I grew up hearing the admonition that friends are the root of all evil, that your company will decide who you are going to be. Today, however, my perception changed. Friends, in and of themselves, are neither evil nor good; it is only what happens with us once we make friends that what qualities we absorb from them. But friends can be a bubble of happiness, for maintaining our happy lives. We need to have friends to keep us alive and not just simply living a boring life. Rohan was livid at her response.