My Best Friend Novels & Stories

she shook her head, " I don't have a friend. " Blue face dropped, " you must have been so lonely ", " Hm", she nodded, " but I have some people who care for me, when I needed them the most, they came through for me", " Who are they?", " Alicia and Abigail, though they might see it as performing duties, it means a lot to me." After some seconds of silence, Blue took her hand into hers, "Well, I'm so glad and honored to have you as my best friend ",

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.

“I mean, I'm not just talking about the whole ‘I have feelings for you’ thing. You've shut me out of your life. I barely know what's going on with you or if you're okay. Just be straight with me, do you still want to be friends or not?” “Yes,” I replied almost immediately. “And as for shutting you out, I didn't mean to do that. It's just…there has been so much going on with me and I had to deal with it.” “Brittney, I get that you've been alone for the past 5 years and you've had to deal with everything yourself…” how words tapered off with a smile as she recalled a distant memory. “Even back then, when we were best friends, you always liked the lone wolf thing, but you're not alone anymore.”

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

“Right. Our friendship will never end.” I smiled, returning my gaze to the sky. “But wait… don’t you have other friends as well?” “We’re not very close,” he replied. “You’re the only one I feel comfortable to share everything with. To put it simply, you’re like my best friend.” “Oh…” Warmth enveloped my heart. My smile widened. “Reminds me of Bonnie. She might be tough and crazy sometimes, but she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She helped me overcome most of my challenges. Without her encouragement, I might not be here today.”

I didn't have to wonder whether he loved me. I didn't have to pretend that being his best friend was enough when my heart wanted so much more. Because now, I had him. And he had me. Life definitely has a way of making you believe in things that once seemed impossible. And tonight, beneath a sky full of stars, I finally got my happily ever after.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

"I'm serious. If she's spending time with you, she'll have less time to hang around Caleb." "Every day?" "Yeah, every day." I almost choke on my water. "Every day?" "Yes, Enzo. Every fucking day. What's wrong with you?" Nothing. Nothing. Except that my best friend has just suggested I keep his little sister busy. Keep Nova busy. At my place. After school. Alone. Every fucking day. My mind begins to wander before I can stop it. Fuck. I drag a hand over my face. And the last thing I need is to get carried away and turn something that matters to her into another stupid fucking game.

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

I met my best friend, Sam, in High School. She and I had a great friendship throughout the years. We were able to become close with each other, vulnerable even, without actually dating or fooling around. I will admit, though, I have stroked myself thinking about her on more than one occasion.