My Friends Feet Novels & Stories

They would still be friends if death and cancer hadn’t taken one. Back to us. Cassie Reed and I have been best friends since the day we were born - and side by side, we've grown—from babies to toddlers, and now we are teenagers. Unlike normal teenagers who can have more than one friend, Cassie and I have been our only friends since we came of age. All through these years, our friendship blossomed - survived through twelve rules. There were times we faulted in a few - we forgave each other. At least, they weren't as serious as the ones we considered important - rules three, five, six, nine, and ten.

~ Audrey ~ “Can you believe it? He’s basically auctioning me off like a horse!” Audrey stomped her feet, making her way out of her walk-in closet. As soon as she stepped into the room, her two best friends, Mikey and Olivia, gasped in awe.

Hannah's voice was soft, tinged with concern. I turned slowly, my heart doing an uncomfortable flip. There stood Hannah, my best friend, the one I’d betrayed. The guilt surged anew, threatening to choke me. I tried to force a smile, hoping that it didn't show up quite as strained on my face as it felt. "Hey, Hannah. Didn't hear you come in." Hannah took a few steps closer, her brow furrowed in concern. "I called your name a few times. You seemed lost in thought. Is everything all right?"

We did the most intimate things two people can do. But never exchanged more than ten sentences — like the most familiar strangers in the world. The thought of how he'd go for three days straight every time he came to see me was genuinely frightening. I downed my friend's last glass of wine and passed out.

I say, relaxing under the soothing spray of the shower. The discomfort lessens; I need to get to the party, or I'll miss the best part. I dried off as well as I could and wished for some diaper rash cream—the guy was thick, from what I could tell, too bad I didn't get a good look. I leave my hiding spot and rush to where I last saw my friend, certain she must be going crazy by now. I had told her I would be quick and back by her side soon. Unfortunately, the time I took meant that the auditorium was now packed, and I couldn't get close to my group.

"Switch feet, please." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, moving his other foot in place. He was so tall that I didn't have room to scoot back to avoid his other foot from returning to the same spot. I could only take up the scissors again and try not to think about how good it felt. "Your turn to tell me a story," he muttered, his face relaxed into an expression of peace. "BF has been my best friend since we were kids. Though if you saw both of us, you'd think we couldn't possibly be friends; she's taller and prettier than me."

My heart races like I’ve been caught stealing or something. “Er, nothing finishing up then heading home to take these damn heels off and getting a foot massage.” He chuckles, its soft and low, it sounds nice. It sounds familiar, I like it. “You want, I can give you a foot massage. Here, take your heels off and let me do it for you.” “No way, you’re my best friend, you don’t need to get on your knees and give me a damn massage, Dante.” “Maybe I want to.”

My legs are killing me. We are walking at the same pace. The group of friends is probably faster than me since they surround me--one on each side, one behind, and one in front-- to keep me "hidden." I have no choice but to keep up. Besides the girl, three guys are walking with me. All of them are wearing all black from top to bottom, one is wearing a hoodie, and one has a fedora on his head. When the guy behind me asked the question, the girl did the talking. "Power of the hand sanitizer, thank you very much." "No like being together in the same place?"

I was hеlріng mу best friend. “Oh, I needed thаt. Now lеt’ѕ gets the drіnkѕ аnd thеn wе аrе hitting thе dаnсеflооr, аnd wе аrе going tо dance tіll оur fееt blееd.” “I think mіnе аlrеаdу аrе in thеѕе shoes,” I grоаnеd. Thеу wеrе kіllіng me.

As I walked into the school, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. I greeted my friends with a high-five. We all sat down together in the school courtyard, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze of an early Wednesday morning. We talked about our plans for the weekend, agreed to hang out on our bikes, and laughed at silly jokes. It was moments like these that made me realise how lucky I was to have such amazing friends, no matter how many mean words Maisie would probably say to me. Who insults someone by telling them to stub their toe? That's so powerful, I even had to curl my toes just to feel better.