Not Just Friends Novels & Stories

She accused. “Because I knew you’d get jealous.” “I am jealous but at the fact that you’re keeping things from me and finding comfort in other girls.” “But whoever it is you cannot date her. That’s my rule. It’s not healthy or advisable or good and you can’t…” “Joan!” King cut her off, chuckling, “It’s a friendship feeling. I just like them like friends, nothing more.” The relief she felt at his words was like a heavy burden lifted off her chest.

As I went to get my lunch, there were a bunch of others who were in there. "Nevaeh" I heard my name and looked up to see Amaris waving me over. I walked towards her after picking up my food and sat at the table. "You're eating alone? What about your other friends?" She shrugged. "I don't have friends here" "But...." "You see me hanging out with them doesn't make me their friends. There are a lot of sneaky people around. Don't refer to them as friends. They are simply your colleagues" I jogged.

they said in unison as if I had just accused them of bloody murder. “You both sound defensive. If you two are dating, it’s not my business as long as it won’t affect your jobs.” “We’re not dating, and I won’t deny if we are, but we’re just friends. We went out to watch a movie together. Then yesterday we had dinner—” “If it’s not dating, what do you call it?” I asked both of them. “Friends do those things all the time. A guy and a girl can do that as friends. We are not dating because we never kiss and sleep together, okay?” Neke said.

“You won’t.” “People don’t usually stay friends after they… you know. Do everything else.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Then let’s make it simple.” “Simple?” “Yeah. Friends with benefits.” I laughed. “You’re joking.” “I’m not. No labels. No pressure. Just us. Fun, no expectations.” It sounded ridiculous. But also tempting. So tempting. “So we sleep together,” I said, “and pretend we don’t care?” “We don’t care,” he said, holding my gaze.

"It's just that, I don't want Aiden to be in this condition. Just seeing him laying at the bed, makes my heart ache," "I can feel your pain. We all are his friends after all and we share the same pain. It's your duty as a friend that you believe in him fighting for his life and waking up soon. We need to stay by his side because we are his only friends," Something about the word 'friend' made me alot uncomfortable. That's why I just nodded while smiling at him and turned my head towards the car's window. Aiden and I are not friends anymore. We are more than that. But no one knows about it.

He eyed my outstretched hand like it was a weapon, then stepped closer. “And,” I added, “we do it as friends.” He froze. “Friends?” he repeated, as if the word itself was an antique relic. “Yeah. Friends,” I said, holding his gaze. “Not king and subject. Not prophecy and pawn. Not replacement and ghost. Just… two idiots trying to survive.” His eyes softened in slow, cautious degrees. “I…” He swallowed. “It has been a long time since I had a friend.” “Good,” I said. “You’re out of practice. I’ll lower the bar.”

I returned to my senses and quickly said, "Now, now, let's not be rash. Don't mess with my wife's childhood sweetheart. What if she gets mad at me?" As soon as I said that, my friends stared at me like I'd sprouted a second head. Someone remarked, "Elliot, you're a model husband." Everyone gave me a thumbs-up, but I saw the disdain in their eyes. I couldn't be bothered to explain myself. They wouldn't get it, anyway. Just then, the song I'd picked came up, and I started crooning. "Later, I finally learned to love, but you were already gone…" I was just gearing up for the climax when a loud bang stole everyone's attention. The private room's door had flown open.

Just a boy trying to be something more than what the world had made of him. And a girl trying to feel safe in a world that never was. “Maybe,” he said. They didn’t touch. They didn’t kiss. They just stood together, breathing in the same sky, looking out at the same world, hoping—maybe—for the first time—that they didn’t have to face it alone.

You paused and looked into her eyes, long enough for her to know you absorbed her question but not so long that you were struggling with it. "No, that's not what I'm saying. That is your decision, and I'm not going to try and sway you either way because we're Friends first, and friends support friends. I just meant that getting something special, just for me, felt more special."

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.