Novel & Cerita My Two Best Friends

Still best friends. That was enough.

We’re always best when we’re only with each other. Don’t get me wrong, I like my friends Denver and Tobias, Lilly and Tammy. We’ve all been hanging for years but it’s not the same as just being alone with my bestie, Tate. We’re so close and I wonder….. I stop myself from wondering because it’s wrong. She is my best friend.

she would always say to her two best friends. Happy and Love were Belle’s best friends in the entire world. They had met in middle school on the first day of school and had remained inseparable ever since then.

Stuck with my daydreaming, some lovebirds decided to wake me up and pull me back to reality. "Here comes thy gossip of the year!" Sandra Williams, my best friend ever since we were just in the bellies of our mothers, beamed and jumped at my back, forcing me to carry her. Her mate, Noah Evans, my other best friend, pulled her away from me and scolded her. The three of us have been best friends since birth, if it is not obvious already. They just recently discovered they were mates, and I am happy for both of them. They suit each other and are worthy of each other.

I’m afraid of the answer because deep down, I already know that whatever he says next is going to change everything. “He’s one of my best friends,” Adrian says the words sounding forced. Like they don’t want to leave his mouth. My heart stutters and sinks at the same time. I swallow. “One of the two you’ve always told me about?” He nods and just like that, my breath gets stuck in my lungs. Adrian always told me about his two best friends. He never told me their names or much about them, just that both of them are into business and one of them is a widower with two kids.

With my best friends who always had my back. My best friends who are now...more than best friends. Now...I smile like a high school girl. My heart skips a beat every time I think about them. Now all I can think about is them and...their cocks. Sounds wrong but those two are sex Gods. "And...this guy that you're talking about, do you see yourself, being with him in the future?" "Huh?" I stuttered quietly. "Uhm, well, it's too soon to tell," I looked down.

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

"Alright. Well, Elena was my best friend, we've already established that. I've been in love with her forever and well I didn't have the courage to tell her at all, she was interested in other guys, you know the top guys in school." "Oh..that's too bad. I'm guessing those guys were also hot as hell right?" "Yeah, I guess." "Oh no. So? What Happened next?"

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

COLEEN There are two types of best friends. The first kind brings you soup when you're sick, offers gentle advice when you’re heartbroken, and gives you quiet comfort when the world feels too loud. The second kind bursts into your room at 9 a.m. the morning after a very important hockey game win, yelling, “The only reason why you would be blushing like the cat that got the cream is if you were thinking about Hayden and I can bet my first kid that I’m so right!”