My 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.”

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

I see people narrating their experiences but well for me, it was a little bit different or should I say awkward. It was with my guy best friend since 1st grade. His name is Charlie. My best friend Mary, and I have always been close with him. We’ve always trusted each other and told each other everything. We are so comfortable with each other that Charlie has witnessed me and Mary eating each other out. Charlie and I have never had sex because he knows I prefer women, but he and Mary have had sex before, which they knew I was well aware of.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we d

That crushed my heart. "But I'm like family, Cris," a tear streamed down my face. "I need time," she said, and then she stormed out of the front door. I fell to my knees on the floor, burying my face in my hands as I sobbed. Nothing can take this pain away. I lost my best friend too. I know I have lost her. I don't think that she would ever want to face me again. I cannot breathe, my heart is already in pieces, so how much more can it break?

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

A L E X I S The pain of seeing your best friend—the person you've loved since you realized what it meant to like a guy more than a friend—fall for another woman is worse than breaking a bone and feeling every motion; even watching your world shatter doesn't compare because it all happened to be. I broke a bone in kindergarten when falling off a bike, my parents separated when I was sixteen, and I witnessed everything I knew fall apart, another woman take my mother's place, and me being pushed from daddy's spoiled princess to daddy's hardworking girl.

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not

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I stared at the screenThen another message appeared. Because if you stay… I swallowed. The final message arrived. I might lose my brother, but I'm not going to lose my best friend too.

“I love you too.” The words come naturally because Calla has always been more than just my best friend; she has been the person I could run to when everything felt too much, the person who had seen me at my worst and somehow still stayed, and the person who could make an ordinary morning feel safe simply by being there. After breakfast, we begin getting ready properly, and the quiet kitchen quickly turns into the usual morning chaos as we search for keys, check our bags, fix our hair and repeatedly ask each other whether we have forgotten anything important.