My Friends Feet Novels & Stories

"Guys are so exasperating. Let's just forget about our boy problems and focus on ourselves for now." "So, do you wanna go check out shoes next?" I asked grinning. "You took the words right out my mouth." She grinned back. I couldn't hold back my laugh, "There's nothing a cute pair of shoes can't fix, right?" Skylar gave me a wink. "Shoes over dudes has always been my motto." I laughed again. Shoes over dudes. It felt good to have my friend back. ************* Three hours later we were finally walking out of the mall, our arms loaded with shopping bags.

Stand up by yourself “. “ Are you my best friend or enemy huh ?? “, Avni whined. “ Right now I am your teacher, so stand up quickly “, Alina grinned. “You were my worst enemy in my previous birth that’s why you are taking revenge on me by becoming my best friend “, Avni lashed her while trying to get up. “ Whatever !! Your words will not work on me “, Alina passed a devilish smirk. With great difficulty, Avni stood but again fall. “ Fuck !! who invented the heels “, she cursed while massaging his aching ankles.

She was sure practically the whole school knew he had a crush on her. She noticed two sneaker clad feets in front of her and she looked up. Koty. She looked behind him to see his football friends staring at them. They looked away immediately. He sat down beside her, dropping his books on the grass. “You don’t mind?” he asked, giving her a small smile. She shook her head making another attempt to concentrate on her books. She could see her friends through her peripheral vision stealing looks at them and snickering. “You’re not concentrating.” Koty commented after a few minutes of silence. She looked at him.

Two hours later, the three friends were lying on the mattresses on the floor, the living room lights off, the vast house empty, and Dalia felt an enormous weariness, but told them: "I love you guys, thank you so much for being with me at this moment. Having you as friends, having you here, makes all the difference to me." "We're the crazy trio, the oldest in this condominium, a millionaire, a housekeeper, and a driver, the three lying in a dark room, in pain even in our ass hair. Sorry for the curse word, girls." Dalia's laughter was so loud that her friends thought it had hurt her throat, but they joined her in laughter until their stomachs hurt.

He even threw the shirt on the floor. "Now quickly put this on!" my friend ordered as he threw a dress right in my face. "Don't expect us to serve you like a queen because you don't deserve to be our queen!" My friends treated me harshly. They even went so far as to push me to put on the dress immediately. "Put on your clothes! And put on your shoes too!" Another friend threw a shoe at me. It's a good thing it didn't hit my face. Because the heels of the shoes had almost hit my forehead.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded, slipping my hand from his. He frowned a little but didn’t say anything. “I’m fine. You should go find Aaron. I’m sure some of your friends are around.” “I don’t have any friends,” he muttered. I huffed, patting his shoulder. “You do, Voss. Aaron’s your friend.” He pressed his lips together like that didn’t sit well with him. I chuckled. “Just go,” I muttered, and he tilted his head before walking off.

I managed to say admist stammering words. Hilary let out a cackling sound. “You’re even more stupid than I thought!” She said. The words hurt more than I expected. “Friends? Look at you! Your friend is that stupid Nerd but now that I think of it, you don’t even deserve a friend. I mean you trashed her out just for a cheerleading outfit. Is there someone more stupid than you? I don’t think so. The funny thing is that you were so horrible at cheerleading, a camel could do better.”

The cashier stammered, her eyes wide as she handed it back to me. I collected my card and the bag with the Audemars Piguet I’d bought for William. Storming out of the store, I forgot I had even come here with my dummy of a best friend. God, he could be so frustrating sometimes. "Wait up, Med!" he shouted, but I only quickened my stride. Before I reached the escalator, his annoying six-foot-three figure easily caught up. He nudged my shoulder, releasing an unsympathetic breath.

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

Her feet kicked nervously against the mattress. “You excited, sweetheart?” I asked softly. She nodded, but her little hands fidgeted. “What if I don’t make any friends?” Oh. I knelt in front of her and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Molly Edwards, listen to me.” Her big hazel eyes blinked up at me. “Friends aren’t made in one day. They’re made by being yourself. And you… you are the kindest, funniest little girl I know. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”