Passive-aggressive Friends Novels & Stories

Kathy can't help but to ask her in an angry tone. "Relax there, I know you're still stressed about your case and today's situation, but I'm here to, you know, be a friend with you. That's all. No case related, just let's be friends. " "Why on earth do I want to have a friend who's a neglectful mother and a fucking hoe?" "Well, at least someone wants to befriend a person who likes giving bullshit lies." Kathy was shocked after she heard that. "Anyway, where's Jeffy?"

Even the way they walked felt rehearsed. They talked so loudly it felt like my ears might give out. They went on about tans, vacations, and how amazing their boyfriends were. They showered each other with compliments—too many, too forced. It sounded less like kindness and more like a competition, a passive-aggressive standoff to see who would stop first. None of the compliments were real. You could tell by the looks in their eyes. They didn’t like each other. They talked behind each other’s backs, smiled to their faces, and kept the group together for reasons that had nothing to do with friendship:

Getting in bed with him, having his child—even as a mistress with a love child—will bring you much fortune. Lisa: [I've been thinking of you wholeheartedly and yet you misunderstand me like this. You've truly hurt my feelings, Paige. Is our friendship of over a year all just for show?] Paige: [Yes, it's all for show. We are no longer friends. I don't need shameless friends like you. Goodbye.] Paige sent the message and promptly blocked Lisa. What's wrong with people? Nowadays, their values seem to be getting more and more skewed.

I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

The meaning of friends is not only with words but also with the heart and action. One way Debbie banishes boredom, anger, sadness, in addition by reading comics and listening to MP3. Since there are no comics, Debbie also promised not to read comics when being a 3rd year student for one year, until she finished the test and graduated from school. So Sarah played the MP3 anime stored in her phone's memory for Debbie. Slowly the mood began to improve. Listening to MP3s using a headset so as not to disturb others is useless because Debbie sings loudly to vent feelings.

“You just name it.” Sometimes, he was a little too possessive. Well not sometimes but all the time. Sometimes, its hot. But other times, like right now, it is so annoying! Can a hot pregant woman not go out shopping with her bestfriend who also happened to be her daughter? Again, I am not introvert. I have another bestfriend as well! It did not matter that Vespara and Amy and Ace were her bestfriends. Nora and Auggie were in my friend group as well! SO, I am not completely antisocial right?

Her mother sighed, now looking up at her. “Give me a good reason.” she said. “He's my best friend.” she offered, pouting ; trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “You already spend a lot of time with him if that is what you’re after. You can see him tomorrow. I have no major objections.” her mother stared impatiently. “Its not that…”

“No matter what happens… you’re the only friend I’ve ever had. And I’ll always appreciate that. You have been nothing but a good friend to me. You are a good person.” For a moment, there was only silence. Then the door swung open, and Olive grabbed my wrist, dragging me inside. "Olive—" "Shut it," she said, sitting me down on her bed, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. “You frustrate me, Char,” she said, her voice trembling. “Do you even hear yourself? You should be offended by my attitude—it’s toxic! But instead, you’re just clinging to me because I’m your friend? How desperate can you be for friendship? You could literally have anyone. Anyone would want you as their friend.”

Cash says. “Oh, it's preposterous, is it, Watson?” I mock him in my best Sherlock Holmes inspired voice. “Indubitably.” I glare at him. “It seems to me that was exactly what you were trying to imply. Then when I busted you out on it, you fall back into your old world manners to deny it. You may try to talk all fancy and educated, but you are still as dumb as the next guy. I hurt your feelings but instead of accepting my apology, manning up and getting the hell over it, you would rather sulk and pout. Mouthing off under your breath and generally being passive-aggressive. You are acting childish.” “I am not-”

I was sick of their bullshit. "Okay," I said, wearing a straight face. He furrowed his brows. "Did I say something wrong?" "Do you feel you did?" "No..." I half shrugged. "Well then..." "Woah...you are kind of uptight," he said and I looked away. "Hurry up dickface!" An annoying voice of another friend of his. I didn't care to look this time. "Think your friends really need you," I said wearing a grin." "But they have eyes to see I'm with you."