My Best Friend's Story Novels & Stories

"You didn’t listen to me. Now you have to bear your burdens alone, and don’t you dare drag me into this." I nodded slowly at the look in his eyes. Why was he so upset about it? The words stung so deeply. Was that really how he saw it? As a chore? Maybe I’d made a mistake. "Sorry for thinking I could rely on my best friend." I turned around and left the training ground. I heard his footsteps following behind me. I wiped the tears escaping my eyes. Telling him about the pregnancy wouldn’t be a good idea. Who knows—he’d probably give me a two-hour lecture on how I’d messed up.

“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.”

While he answer. "Why?" I asked again. He just smirked. "Why you keep asking me that questions?" He said while his tapping his foot on the grass. "Nothing. I just think that your future girlfriend is really lucky to have you." He look at me as he shakes his head. "You think so?" I nodded. He took a deep breath before he speak. "Let me tell you a short story, about a boy who fell in love with his best friend. But you know what's the bad move he made?" He asked me raising his both brows at me.

I admitted with a single-shoulder shrug, "I have to admit though, I'm so happy you know everything now. It was getting damn difficult to lie to you or tell you half-truths. Like that time the idiot drove me out to the woods and made me text you his name to give to the cops if anything happened to me." "You were the bigger idiot for going out and meeting a strange man," my best friend chastised but a cheeky smile played on her lips, "but I guess this all worked out for the best so no one can complain. Just, next time, don't go out meeting creepy people and just blindly trust them. Everything in that sounds so wrong."

"What's for this time? Which one would you like to include in your story? Your new story idea or your ongoing story?" She could no longer hold her face flat, giggled at a woman who became her best friend since her first year of university. The only person who always became the first person to help her when she was just facing her toughest time after coming out in front of her parents. Not many know that behind her friend's arrogance, the woman was actually had a soft side deep in her heart. "And as usual, I'm always touched because you always understand my way of thinking," she said lightly as he nudged the woman's arm softly. "That's what I thought. But not now. Remember that my right hand

Killian replied strongly. “You lost your best friend?” Cain asked in confusion. Killian sighed. “It’s a long story, but Channing was my best friend.”

There were Catur, Fauzi, Kiki, Metha, Adi Sihite, Anton they always entertained me, who knows how long, but still one thing I feel alone. Adi Sihite, he is my best friend, he is the craziest person and entertains me all this time, morning, noon, evening and even night, slumbering, karaoke, to the beach with him regardless of distance, which I think is only one important thing I'm not CRAZY with all the trials this love.

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.

“You know I read that book, I can’t remember the title, that you read last summer and I kept thinking about the other friend who secretly envied her best friend and wanted everything she had including her boyfriend.” I laughed. “Well first of all you know I don’t envy you. We are friends, we are as close as sisters. Secondly, I do not want Andre, especially because he is your boyfriend.” I said truthfully because that was exactly what I told Shewa. He is her boyfriend, I can’t fight with my best friend over a boy that chose her over me. “I am not talking about Andre.” I raised a brow. “Who are you talking about then…”

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'?''