Not Just Friends Novels & Stories

"Just... don't think about us like a couple. We're friends that sometimes make out. Is it that bad?" It's not that it was bad, it was just weird. When I thought about friends I thought about Kevin or Olly... but what Nate awoke in me was nothing like what I feel with my other male friends, so it was strange to collect all of them under the same label. I bit my lip. "So friends with benefits?" I could see the corner of his lip curling upwards as he shrugged. "Yeah, exactly that. Is that boundary enough for you?" I wasn't sure. I wanted to ask if he had many more other friends like myself, but I had made a fool out of myself and acted like some possessive wannabe girlfriend enough for today, s

she begins with a pause. “It’s ok, hunni, sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, you sounded like you needed some company. I figured with being friends it would be ok, I am sorry” I quickly blurt out. I see her think for a moment, then she shakes her head. “No, you are right, we are friends right? Nothing weird in friends spending time together, is there?” “Exactly.” I smile. “I don’t think it helps when our muppets of other friends keep suggesting crap about us because we are the only two singletons left.”

, she whispered. I have a lot of friends. There are three (3) boys and we are four (4) girls in the group. They are Adam, Terrence, Dave, Vhiann, Kesiah, Kiarra and I. You know what's unbelievable with our friendship? My friends are not coming in our house, even in some occasions or special events. Maybe that is because we only want see each other in every meeting place where the majority wanted to go for meet up. A cafe, a restaurant or somewhere else.

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

"I think so… I’d, uh… I’d like to be friends again. No drama, no attachments. Just… us." "Just us," he echoed, smiling. "I like the sound of that."

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

“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?

I just needed them to come with me to help me work this all out and find a way to help Winter, but I couldn't risk telling them that here. Elena turned to Lily, her eyes cold. "We were only friends because of Winter," she said flatly, her words cutting through the air like a knife. Lily flinched, her face crumpling as if the weight of Elena’s words was too much to bear. "You were my friend," Lily whispered, the hurt in her voice evident. Elena didn’t soften. "We were only friends because of Winter," she repeated, her tone harsh, unfeeling.

He thought for some time then shook my hand. "Okay." "So it's a deal." "Yes. But I have never had any friends before. What does friend do?" Why doesn't he have friends? Who wouldn't like to be friends with such a cute little sweetheart? "Well I had many friends in the past but now I only got one friends and she isn’t here with me." "Oh." He said. "So friends, they love each other, they never lie to each other, then they share sadness, happiness everything with each other and friends never betray each other."

Abby said. “But Abby, we aren’t together,” Nicole said. “That was the biggest part of this not working. Why would he admit to something that never happened?” “Because he wants us to be his friends again, of course.” Abby said as she stared down at her friend, “It isn’t like he has any other friends. I mean, look at him.” “He isn’t that bad,” Nicole replied. “He isn’t that good either,” Abby said. “I mean, I had to flirt with him, and he was as dry as Gabe’s mother’s cooking.”