My Best Friend Is Invisible 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.”

I asked and that question seemed to make him stop from his tracks. Oh dear…did I hit a sensitive topic? “You don’t have to ans…” “No…” “What?” “I don’t have any friends here,” He said while looking at the students in the oval. His eyes despondent as he watched them. “I have always been invisible here, I tried making friends but it seems they all think the same thing about me. That I’m odd. Eventually, I learned to live with the feeling of being alone…” He paused, then turned to me, “Until now that is,” he said, smiling faintly.

It’s been known to rain in my backyard and be sunny in the front yard at the same time. “No, of course I don’t actually think that. You and I both know that my mind is playing tricks on me. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time. My mind was playing tricks on me, I guess. It’s hard to date someone famous and be invisible. Don’t get me wrong, I like being the invisible guy. But when your partner’s face is everywhere, it makes me wonder who is watching too. Who else is staring at your every move? Who are those people and are they having you followed?”

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

She felt like palming herself on the face she decided that she was going to hold up on any kind of infection or ask him for a while because she didn't even know how to frame her words at the moment and feels like she was just going to end up saying gibberish in the end if he spoke right now so she just spent the rest of the ride looking at her fingers as if she was really not all the answers to her problems in life that have been written on them even though that was not the case and she was just being more awkward by fiddling with him over and over again when she got tired of that she started dragging out her hair until finally her best friend made reference towards her novel and strange beh

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

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

“So why are you unhappy?” She sighed, looking at my hands. “Do you know what the best superpower is?” “To be invisible.” She smiled. “No, it is to smile even when everything makes you cry. It’s to be happy in the saddest times. It’s to not have insecurities. That is the best superpower.” “Do you have it?” She shook her head. “No one has it.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand that when you grow up. It’s very rare.”

I said to him, "It was from an unknown person, but got so angry and shredded the paper to pieces." His face scrunched up a bit, "Yes. I did tear it. But I can narrate what was written on it." "It says: I am your invisible friend who just returned from my trip and I will be visiting you soon to claim what's rightfully mine. You better be prepared for it. It's not gonna be easy." This was what was written on the sheet. How do you see it?".

With a deep breath, I shifted their attention to the next riddle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of isolation and fear that still clung to me. "Ok. Leave it. We are still yet to discover our second riddle," I said, my voice steady but my heart still pounding with confusion and frustration. I knew that it was pointless to try and make them understand my point of view, but I couldn't help feeling like something was deeply wrong. As my friends rallied around the next riddle, trying to decipher its cryptic clues, I found myself lost in thought. Why had I become invisible? How had it happened? Was it some kind of strange glitch in the matrix, a freak occurrence of reality bending in on itse