My Best Friend Novels & Stories

"A friend is someone who knows about you and loves you just the same." ~ Elbert Hubbard *** Raina Williams. "What the fudge are you going to do?" Grayson said in an irritated voice. "Why is he here? Did you call him? This is just great my BESTFRIEND FINALLY GETS OVER HER STUPID ASS FIRST LOVE THEN HE DECIDES TO POP OUT OF NO WHERE JUST GREAT." He yelled a little louder for my own liking so I immediately hit him on his left arm.

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

“Hey girl. What's up?” Amanda’s been my bestie for about six years now. We met at a managerial training conference in Anchorage (a long, boring conference). During the afternoon training session, I saw Amanda hiding in the convention hall lounge, sipping on a whiskey sour. Her eyes grew wide when she recognized I was also from the conference, until she realized I, too, was hiding in the lounge. Ten whiskey sours later, we declared our bestie status and it hasn’t faltered since. We’re probably more opposites than any other set of besties but I know she always has my back no matter what, and that is my definition of friendship.

"Oh, come on, Seven. Is that how to greet your best friend?" Best friend? She thought she was my best friend? Ha-ha! What a joke! I didn't have a best friend. And if I were to choose anyone as my best friend, it would definitely not be Becky Williamson of all people. She was a freaking pain in the ass! "I don't know how you found me. But you were wrong in coming here. And, you are not my best friend." Becky pressed her hand over her heart. "That's mean, Seven. How can you say that to me? Have you forgotten? It's me, Becky."

“How could I not like you? You're my best friend. You saved my brother, and you found my auntie. I don't have many friends, and you're the most important one.” “You're my best friend, too. I. . . I like you, too.” Sibyl didn't fully understand what I meant and she continued to play with Shae. That's all right, Sibyl, we'll have plenty of time to spend together. I'll tell you what I mean by that.

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.

"Don't argue with her. You know how she gets." I did know. Sloane had been my best friend since seventh grade, when I'd shown up to middle school with secondhand shoes and a packed lunch that was just bread. She'd never made me feel bad about it. She'd just started bringing extra food, extra clothes, extra everything, like it was completely normal for the richest girl in school to share with the poorest. I hated it sometimes. The charity. The way everyone looked at me like Sloane's little pet project. But she was also the only reason I'd survived this long.

Mia The day after I told Ava the truth, I couldn't get out of bed. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over. Her face when I said the words. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You're my best friend." The sound of her footsteps as she walked away from me in the hallway. I'd imagined this moment a hundred times. In my worst nightmares, she screamed at me, threw things, told me she wished I was dead. In my more hopeful fantasies, she cried, and I cried, and somehow, impossibly, she forgave me.

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

He ended the call and I chuckled. Michael Slaquent, he's my bestfriend since we're in highschool. He's a really nice guy and he the best best friend that I've ever have. He always know what I want, what I like, what I don't like and just everything. He's the best in everything though.. People said that we both are meant to be together but we both just laughed it off. We don't like each other that way, I never even have a crush on him. He's my bestfriend and just forever will be my bestfriend.