Miss Best Friend Novels & Stories

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

Alex returns the question. "You know, tell Ashly that you like her? Bro, you've been crushing on her ever since our Bio days. It's really a surprise how your so-called best friend seems oblivious about it, when you stare at her a lot all the time. A LOT!" Dr. Tamy is one of Alex's close friends from college as they were in the same Biology Majors' organization with Ashly.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

It’s been a long time since she's been in a gossiping mode. Misty arrived later to clean the kitchen table and wash the dishes. Sasha helped her dry and wipe the table despite the insisting of Misty to just remain seated and relaxed in her bedroom. When they’re both finished and Misty already left her room, Sasha was still staring at the door, smiling. At the same door where the two people entered today. The two people she didn’t know she badly needed. And somehow, she also smiled at the fact that even when she lost Klea as her bestfriend and Ansel as her childhood friend, she found a new friend in Misty and the Beta too.

“THE WOMAN WHO SET HER STAGE ON FIRE BY ACCIDENT?” “Apparently.” “THE WOMAN WHO THREW A GRAMMY AT HER EX?” “Yep.” “THE WOMAN WHOSE LAST MUSIC VIDEO HAD A LIVE TIGER??” “Yes, Matteo.” He is vibrating. Actually vibrating. “Oh my God,” he whispers. “My best friend works for America’s favorite disaster princess.” I glare. “This isn’t funny and we aren’t friends.” “It’s HILARIOUS. Tell me everything.” “No.” “GIO.”

“Mae! It’s me, Missy! Okay, weird, of course you know I am. Where’s that awesome stepdaughter of yours?” Jane smiled as Mae chuckled. “We’re in the kitchen, Missy!” Missy’s head appeared in the doorway with a silly grin on her face. “So … I’m not even going to explain why I was talking to myself.” “At least this time it wasn’t a ten minute conversation,” Mae said. Missy’s cheeks reddened as she laughed at herself. “Stop making me look weird, Mae! I’m trying to befriend Jane here.” “Newsflash, Missy, we’re already friends.”

She frowned, narrowed those eyes as if trying to recall and then they widened in realization. "You... Adam's friend?" "Best friend actually," Micheal corrected with a grin. If anyone was going to refer to him in relation to Adam then they might as well get it right. They weren't just friends, they were best friends. The closest, or at least that was what the world believed. Madeline tossed him a scathing look. She was already going through shit, she didn't need Adam's buddy showing you before her, flaunting his silly grin right in front of her. She had bigger things to worry about.

Then she took a large step back, like I was something contagious she didn't want near her. "You heard me, Cassandra. So I'll stop pretending. Please don't follow me around anymore. I don't want to be your friend. Someone like Wendy, with her background and her world, that's the kind of person I want in my life. "Look at yourself. You've got nothing, and you solve everything with your fists. You're not even someone I want to be seen with. Honestly? Being your friend has always been embarrassing." I stood there frozen after she finished.

"The only two girls that I see in this competition, are you and Amber. The other girls? No offense, I see them as jokes beside the both of you. And, as we well know, Amber is the school's bully. There's no way she's winning this thing. So relax, and act like a winner. You'd finally get to rule prom with your dream king! "She exclaims, and I throw a punch at her arm. "Quiet, Athena! "I scold, and she giggles. "Sorry. "She apologizes and I blush. One of the plus sides of having Athena as your best friend is the fact that she knows just the words to use to calm you, encourage you, soothe you, rile you, the list is endless.