Romans & histoires My Book Is My Best Friend

I couldn’t get myself to bring everything in and overcrowd Margo’s apartment, even if she would kill me if she found out I was even having such thoughts. The kindness she had shown me was simply insane and I spent half my days wondering how I would ever repay her. She always brushed my thanks aside with “What are best friends for?” but I knew there were siblings who wouldn’t do this much for each other. When the accessories sorting was done, I stood from the floor and stretched. My back made a kraaa sound and I burst out laughing. How old was I again? I moved on to sort my books. Academic books, pet care manuals, colouring books, novels…

Running my fingers through my hair with a hushed breath, I focus my gaze on the room instead. The room isn't too big nor too small, let's say the size of my kitchen. it has a purple colour, matching even the little reading desk next to her bed and the closet by the side of the wall. My eyes falls on the shelve of books next to the big window and I grab a book out of the rack. "Oh... Don't touch that, its for Shelley." She rushes to me seizing the book out of my hand. "My best friend." "Best friend. You mean the weird girl at the campus last time." I pop an eyebrow.

After hearing all the horrible things he had to say about me, I realized maybe that place is definitely not the right place for me to be because if they all have this theory about me, how can I be sure that I am safe in there? I wasn’t able to fall asleep anymore, so I was thinking of things I could do that would help me fall asleep. Then I remembered that Kayla gave me another yesterday when she went on the lunch date with me. I picked up the book immediately, and I really needed it because I wanted to see how interesting it is that it had this huge impact on my best friend.

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."

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

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t

"Neal, I don't have any real friends. I was part of Tally's group, so I always hung out with her. I never had the chance to make proper friends myself while being at school. It was always school work and hanging out with Tally." "Jesus. Well, that does explain a lot, actually,'' he replied, causing a gasp to leave my lips as I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not that terrible, but I mean, I'm not like other people here. I don't really care to party. I may look like a party girl, but I'm actually a bookworm. That is my deep, dark secret. I am a bookworm who loves to wear fuzzy socks and curl up in bed and read a book or watch a movie and drink coffee or hot tea."

“And I don’t want to see you get hurt.” The words echoed in my mind as I sat cross-legged on Ally's bed the book I had gotten from my confusing thief friend in my hands. I could feel Ally’s eyes on me, watching me closely. Her mouth open from all I had just told her. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be confused all alone when I had a bestie to drown my worries in right? I glanced up at her, "so?” I dragged, “Aren’t you going to say anything?"

I look down at Abriana's photo on the year book with a little smile and a huge relief. Clicking my pen open, i put a small tick next to her name and moved on. On to the next mend. I flip through the pages. The next few students on the year book were either people i called friends or people i knew but barely talked to. I kept on going until i reached a face i know I've washed with tears. Felisha Andrews. This girl was actually my best friend turned into my worst enemy.