Not Just Friends Novels & Stories

I exclaimed "I asked you a yes or no question. You still haven't answered" He said to me "I am not doing anything at all with them or anyone else. You're taking everything out of proportion. Why are you so upset that I have friends that aren't your friends too?" I asked him "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't have any friends like that. The guys we hung out with are our teammates so they automatically became our friends. Declan and Collin are your best friends. You wanted me to associate more so that's how it came to me inviting Zach, Damien, Steven and Avery at my house the other day. The only fucking friends I have are my brothers so don't talk about me being upset because you ha

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

We'll be able to survive the year pretending to be a happy married couple when it's only for a short amount of time—we've known each other for too long, we don't have to worry about being uncomfortable or about falling for one another. For twenty years, we've been friends for twenty years . . . I'm confident that we will never forget the main purpose of the contract. Besides, helping my best friend is worth it. He has been the one to help me before ever since we were in middle school, might as well return the favour. ''It might work,'' I mutter.

I want to be friends with you" " Fine" " Fine? So that means we're friends already? "Not really close friends. We're just , just friends" "What's just, just friends? "Friends, normal friends... Beginners" "What? Matteo chuckled. "What's funny? " You're funny Missy" " I am" " Yes. Beginner friends, crazy. Fine, I'm okay with it. So what comes with beginner's package? "A few things though" "A few things like what? " Getting to know each other"

"Man's arms? The double standard in here is crazy, Jason. I practically walk into our home to meet your head on another woman's thighs, and you dare accuse me of cheating on you?" “Not again!” Amanda sighs, rolling her eyes. She takes her hands off Jason and returns to the couch, pressing two fingers against her temples. “Aren’t you tired of having this conversation?” “This is nothing like what you are doing out there,” Jason spits at me, taking a menacing step forward. “Amanda and I are just friends. We have always been that.” “Friends?” Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Jason, you left your own daughter all alone in school, while you were here, playing father to her own child. Did you even

There are days that I want what we have to last and then, there are days that I don’t want to hope, that I’m scrambling to find my balance to protect myself. “Alright, but can I at least introduce you to my friends? And before you said no, I only have three.” “What are they? Investors or partners.” I asked leaning on his warm touch. “Hm. None of the above.” “Really?” I asked in shock. “Yep. They’re my friends from the orphanage.” “Wow. That’s amazing that you keep in contact with them.” “Yeah, so what do you say?” I eagerly nodded my head. “Sure.” •••

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

I vented to my best friend for a solid hour. Two glasses of wine later, I felt a lot better. She asked, curious: "You're really not the least bit curious who Noah's real dad is? You said he looks like both of them. What if it's one of those two?" I waved her off. "Forget it. One's always telling me I'm not ladylike enough. The other has his precious dream girl. Does it even matter? I'm better off alone."

He moved closer to her over the counter that only a mere bottle separated them. Eye to eye, Reid said, “Then let’s change that.” “Excuse me?” “Lets be friends.” Maria was trying hard not to stare into his eyes, but his words had her doing exactly that. They were not enemies. Frenemies were the better word to describe their rather complicated interactions, and it was nothing close to friendship. “We are friends?” She sputtered. He nodded. “Yet you don’t feel comfortable with me, so let’s actually become friends.”

He insisted. “No, you don’t.” I said and I knew I was not strong enough to hold this conversation for long. “Please, I don’t want my parents to meet you here.” “Why? I’m a family friend and I’m your friend. I’m allowed to visit.” “Well I don’t want them to think we’re friends. I’m trying my best to get over all that has happened.” I explained. “But if you could just give me a moment to explain.” He tried.