No Friendship Is An Accident Novels & Stories

I asked him again. "Ok. I will come straight to the point. I asked Sus if she liked you more than a friend and she said that there is nothing between you two and that she considers you as only a friend. And so I thought that maybe she can't think of anything more because you are her friend and because she has known you since you two were kids and so I thought that Nick will be a better choice as she doesn't know him and they two are of the same age and will be starting their career soon too. So, I think that they will look good together too." he said. I just stood there unable to think anything. It's like my whole world just crashed in front of me.

Blake nods dolefully and covers my hand with his. "It was honestly the worst year of my life, and if it wasn't for my daughter Elle, I don't know if I would have survived." Blake declares, looking at me again. "I heard about Tristan's unfortunate accident, and obviously, I knew you before, and I sensed a lot of animosity between the two of you." I take a breath, pulling my hand away from his, and scratch my forehead, "Uh, that's because we broke up." I admit looking around the restaurant, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

“And what do we have here? A real couple.” I quickly disentangled our hands. “No, we’re just…” Friends? Crushes? Lovers? Enemies? Wait, what were we? “Friends,” Noel supplied for me. “We’re just friends.” It was the truth. Even if friends didn’t sleep naked in each other’s beds, nor knew the way the other person tasted. Friends didn’t eat each other out until stars exploded in their eyes. So why did I feel a twinge of hurt about the truth?

“Your brother today. Tomorrow it’ll be a whole fucking line of men and women who hate you. Your enemies are yours alone, and should not be the poor girl’s problem.” I pushed them apart, forcing space between their bodies. This was fucking ridiculous. “Enough!” I said firmly. “We come first in any dealing. The three of us. That was the pact we made in college and it is the pact that made us what we are today. We don’t throw our lives and friendship away over a woman whom we’ll eventually forget. She’ll leave town just like she wants, find some boring librarian, and forget about us eventually. That’s how it works.”

Then life happened — the pregnancy, Marco, Italy, all of it — and trying became something I didn't have the resources for anymore. But I thought about her. More than she probably knows. More than I have admitted to anyone. There is a particular grief that comes from losing a friendship without explanation. It doesn't have the same language as other losses. Nobody asks how you are doing. Nobody brings food or sends flowers. But it sits in you quietly and takes up space. And now she is in New York. And she called. And something that has been sitting in a particular corner of my heart for nine years just shifted.

She sighed sadly " Rahama and I aren't friends anymore. We broke it off since two years ago" He felt bad " what lead to the frenemy? " She squeezed her face at the way he define the friendship " frenemy? " He smile " yeah, that is the best word I could think of . So tell me what happened " " well, she accused me of stealing her boyfriend " she said " did you? " She got speechless at this question " God forbid, I can never do such thing " " then what conspired that made her accuse you of such atrocity "

“Amy will cry if she sees you hurt. And I… I will feel hurt too. He is a bad man. I will kill him.” My heart broke a little at his words. I placed my hand over his. “No, Ace. He is not a bad man. He is just… a stupid one.” I sighed. “Rome and I—once upon a time—we were friends. When friends are angry, they say things they don’t mean. That doesn’t always mean they stop caring.” Ace stared at me, visibly trying to understand. His brows furrowed in confusion, like the idea of enemies becoming friends again didn’t quite compute.

I moved, my hand reaching for the cold countertop, to the barrel holding the wooden spoons and picking one out of it. “Thanks” “It’s nothing really. Any friend of my brother is a friend of mine” My smile fell. Saying we were friends was a bit of a stretch, friends didn’t know how you tasted, or fucked you till every time they came near you, you wanted to do it again and again. “We are not friends”, I clarified, walking my way back to where Lucy was. “Right, your situation is different, I’m judging from your accident” Her words made me still.

"The rules are the only thing keeping us safe. If we throw away the contract, if we let this become something real... what happens when it ends? What happens when you realize I’m still the rigid, emotionally stunted person you ran away from two years ago?" I stared at her, my heart breaking a little at the raw fear in her voice. She wasn't acting cold because she didn't care. She was acting cold because she was utterly terrified of losing our friendship again. "I didn't run away from you two years ago, Khali," I said softly, reaching out to touch her arm, but she stepped back, breaking the contact before I could brand her skin again.

He looked hot in it, his right eyebrow arched, his eyes looking dangerous—it was clear he didn't anticipate having his picture taken, given his scowl. "My friends are just so weird, meddling as usual. We all have spare keys to each other's places in case of emergencies, and your crazy brother Lennox came up with the idea," I wanted to cry tears of joy; their friendship was truly remarkable. I was happy for him and my brothers because they found true friends who accepted them for who they were. They might seem rough and straightforward with each other, but that was their way of showing they cared, of showing their affection. "You're so lucky to have them."