Novel & Cerita Mejores Amigos

Millie asks. I smile, "Yes we do." "Daddy said you're his friend too." "That's right Millie, Marie's my special friend." Karter says and winks at me. "What's a special friend?" "Special friends are those who fulfill each others needs." Karter blurts and my eyes widen at how inappropriate and wrong that sounded but Karter just smirks. "A special friend is like a best friend. Do you have a best friend Millie?" I glare at Karter and correct his very inappropriate statement.

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

"I don't need a watchman. And please don't fall off that couch because I don't have any strength to carry you." "Oh! So you're mocking me." He gave me one of his cute puppy face. "No,I'm just saying -" I replied spreading out my arms. "My heart is brusied." He pouted. "Sorry..about that Mejor Amigo." I gave him a mock bow. "You know..I like it when you call me that." He smiled. Mejor Amigo means Best friend. "I am happy knowing that I am the only one you call Mejor Amigo." He clapped like child.

But the bad days were fewer now, and the good days were starting to outnumber them. I'd made new friends. They were gentle in a way I hadn't known I needed. There was a girl named Priya from creative writing club, who laughed like thunder and never let me wallow for too long. Leo, who was quiet like Marcus but warmer, somehow. He always ran with me in the mornings and never asked about my past. And Sam, who brought me coffee every morning without being asked, just because. They didn't know about Ethan and Mia. Not the full story. I'd told them bits and pieces—enough to explain why I sometimes went quiet, why I flinched at certain names. They didn't push. They just stayed.

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

Still best friends. That was enough.

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.

Écoutons une peu de musique pour faire quitter le stress Mon meilleur ami Moninga na nga ya motema Akotisa nga na famille ya Bonzambe eee Nabetelo lisolo ya camarade na nga Azalaka lisusu camarade te Akoma na ye famille na nga eee Il est mon meilleur ami ee Son nom c’est Jésus, son nom c’est Jésus eeeh Mon meilleur ami Mon meilleur ami ee Jésus mon meilleur ami ee Quand la dépression a frappé à ma porte ee Yahweh Impossible d’en parler Personne ne pouvait me comprendre Soki yo te moninga nga ee Si J'ai lancé ce tube c'est dans le soucis de vous faire passer un message. Je crois bien vous aurez le temps de le comprendre avec le temps.

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”