My Best Friend Has One Rule Novels & Stories

he snapped. "Loud and clear baby. You can't like him, That's a big no-no," I pointed a finger at him. "That's the same guy Carmen has a crush on. You better not get involved in this; she's your best friend and liking him is violating the unwritten rule of friendship."

I state. "If you say so," Nelly says, shrugging her shoulders, and takes another sausage standing up from the chair to go to God knows where. Isn't she too rude for a guest? What kind of character was I to have this one as my best friend? "Sit down. I am not done talking." I say, and she throws me a look that says "Are you kidding me", but she sits down, unwillingly. "I think we should have a rule here. A rule of respect. Mayleen, respect Nelly. She is my best friend. And Nelly, you respect Mayleen. She can't be my roommate without being my friend. I don't want you two fighting like children. If anyone has problems with the rule, the door is wide open." They both look at me unbelievably.

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

Suddenly a sense of arriving at a place where I belonged swept over me. After spending over 3 hours arranging and cleaning my new room,I went downstairs to get some of my painting tools. Arriving there,I saw Dominic on the couch sipping alcohol or whatever it was he was drinking. Dominic turned to me, his expression serious. "Madison"he called. "Yes boss"I said almost scoffing. “There are rules,” he said. I straightened. “Rules?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You’ll follow them.” I waited. “No male friends in the house,” he said. “No exceptions.”

“What! You want us… like to fake our relationship” “Yes or so you want me to tell everyone” “Are you threatening me?” “Do you have another way to prove to everyone that…” “Fine, I will do it but there have to be rules” I brought out my diary. I didn't care much of his opinion. “Rule number one No kissing No sex No feelings He laughed like I just made a dry joke. “So how do you prove to everyone we are dating” I almost choked on my saliva when he said the next words.

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.”

Rule 1: Never fall in love with your best friend’s sister. The first rule. The reason for all the others. The one rule I should never break, even though it has been broken from the start. Rule 2: Never lose control. Essential for a guy who lives one bad decision away from the edge. I use visualization, breathing, and mental drills.

Finally, I was first. I didn't think about what it would cost. I didn't think about the friendship I was destroying, the trust I was betraying, the girl who had loved me like a sister. I only thought about myself. And that, more than anything else, is what I regret most.

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

I give him a half-smile, but it doesn’t reach anywhere real. “Yeah, we are,” I answer anyway. He shakes his head immediately. “We’re not. We’re both adults. We both agreed ” I pull him closer before he can finish, lowering my voice into his hair. “We are,” I cut in. “And you know it.” Then I add, quieter, “Don’t mess around with your friend’s little brother.” I tilt his face up so he has to look at me. “That’s basically rule number one. Doesn’t matter if it’s written or not it’s still a violation.”