No We Can't Be Friends Novels & Stories

If you're late returning home, you won't be able to enter the building. This week will be long since I don’t have many things to do but to spend my time with my friends… and Spencer. I can't believe Spencer and I used to hang around with the same people. How is that even possible? We belong to the same social circle, but we are not friends, and even if I had the opportunity to be friends with him, I would drop out.

I can't lose my best friend. I decide to not respond to that as we finally get ready to head out. She just won't understand, and if we're going to be friends we need to get along.

Yumi said smiling at Cody and me. "So starting from this day, let's promise each other that no matter what happens, we'll be friends forever! Nothing can break the friendship between the three of us! There's no misunderstanding, fight or anything that can destroy our friendship! Is it okay? Hehe." Yumi added happily to Cody and me.

"Leave me alone, I can't be your girlfriend, I will never be second place in anyone's life, and I will never end up like my mother." "Fine, let's be friends if we can't be lovers." "Friends but no kissing like what just happened, no touching and anything related to the relationship." "Noted! Friends, if that is what it will take to prove my feelings for you then it's perfect." "Thank you!" *****

She chatted to me all the way there, relaying stories about sharks and turtles and one about her friend’s dad who missed a step and had to go to the first aid station to have his ankle wrapped. She told me the story from start to finish, including how the dad loved cycling and how sad her friend was that they weren’t able to go cycling together that next weekend. “They go every weekend, mommy. It’s their thing and they couldn’t do it.” Heart wrenching sadness flashed in her eyes. It was only there for a moment, but it bugged me. Was she sad because her friend hadn’t been able to go cycling with her dad for one weekend, or because she never would?

It was one filled with suspicion. "You of all people should know that I don't keep friends. I am too of a sinner to be friends with a saint like you. You would be ashamed to call me your friend in public, you know you are a righteous person. Just forget about being friends with me, it wouldn't work, Noami"

Everything happened so fast I could probably not make a sense of how it happened. “He’s not an idiot. He’s my friend,” I said firmly. Michael laughed darkly, eyes glinting with possessiveness. “A friend? A newbie is already your friend?”. I can friend whosoever I wanted, can’t I?. Or is there a restriction between us saying w can’t be friends with any other except us?. “You’re getting it all wrong. You should’ve asked before doing that to him.”. I said rather bitter. His eyes darkened, replaced by something I couldn’t quite placed.

Kara and I are better off as friends. Her looks and personality aren't in question. She's beautiful--I've always kinda thought that. Her attitude before this summer though--she wasn't remotely likeable. Maybe it's just because I hadn't had a conversation with her. We couldn't have, though. The only reason we spoke since school let out is because she saw me at that meeting. The only reason we're friends is because of anti-New World conspiracy--other than that, we don't have much in common. I don't know if witty banter counts. Her friends don't know me. Her parents absolutely won't approve of me. There's no way I could or should get involved with her. Plus, she's a girlfriend girl--and I don'

“I’m not allowed to make male friends?” I raised an eyebrow. What does she need new male friends for? She clearly didn’t understand. “Emma,” I said calmly, “you can still be friends with your old male friends. But you can’t make new ones.” “Why?” she asked, frowning. “Because we need my family and the media to believe this,” I explained. “We don’t need rumors going around.” I held her gaze for a second before adding, quieter... “Or do you already have someone you like?”

“I didn’t say it was.” “So what are you saying?” he asked. I exhaled slowly, choosing my words carefully this time. “I’m saying we don’t have to do this.” “Do what?” “This whole acting like we can’t stand each other.” He studied me closely like we have restocked too. He was trying to figure out if I was serious. “We don’t have to be friends,” I added quickly. “But we don’t have to be whatever this is either.” There was another pause, this time it was less tense.