Passive-aggressive Friends Novels & Stories

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

Yet Tyr seemed to be enjoying the show, chuckling to himself. I tentatively raised my eyes to glance at my friend briefly, and his eyes were staring daggers at me. He did not look much of a friend in this moment. He was pissed off, there was no denying that, yet he didn’t know anything as such, he was simply jumping to conclusions...

I say as I concentrate on the task at hand, "I think that because you are so gifted and because you are such a sharp thinker, you have the ability to piece that together." We work in silence for a while. It's pressing, but it's better than playing twenty questions. "I'm just trying to be friends," he says quietly. I look up at him and see that he does seem to be hurt. "Freinds. A concept in which mutual understanding and agreeance leads to a relationship that allows close cooperation indefinitely," I say as I list off what I think it is, "a circuitous concept. Inefficient. And lacking in harmony. Highly susceptible to discourse and verbal arguments. And you wish to have a relationship like t

It's so cute when she's mad. My girl is passive aggressive... Unless you really piss her off. I know she's threatened the mean girls multiple times when they were picking on her friends, but never did it to stick up for herself. But that's okay, because I got her back now, and no one touches what's mine.

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.

“I’m not as aggressive as they think, I just don’t know how else to react. I don’t know how to turn things around, they hate me.” “Ironic since you’re the one yelling that you hate them,” I joked. After that we were friends. We’d talk sometimes when I came over and I even had her over the castle a few times. My parents loved her right away. As we got older, we got closer as friends. “Lexus it’s hell here. I’ve been trying to be more friendly like you said for a year. I just don’t have a connection with them. They’ll only ever see me as the aggressive defensive girl who doesn’t belong.” She pouted. “Can you talk to them?”

Trishia said irritably. Seeing Phyllis get physical made me furious. If this is what they want, I will give it to them. They spoiled my good mood anyway and I was so pissed right now. Good thing we weren't at school it's not going to be a problem to do what I made up my mind. Honestly, I was sick of their passive-aggressive crap. I just wanted to end this even if it meant getting physical. "Oh really? You were the ones who came to me and befriended me. I did not ask for your friendship, you ask for it! You're the losers here because your egos are bruised that I rejected you," I stood up with rage then faced them.

She didn't have the faintest idea of that. I inhaled the warm air melancholy and took a deep breath. Then I said with contempt, "Friends? Bah, who needs something like that anyway? Do you know how I feel about so-called friends? They are nothing more than freeloaders who only contact you when it suits them. When they are alone and have no one else or when they want something, just to name two examples”.

"Oh, of course. That asshole . Of course he’s here. Let me guess—he’s brooding in the corner, glaring at you like you invented the word ’annoying,’ right?" I groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. "Exactly. And he doesn’t even need to talk to make me want to scream. Just...exist. He’s mastered the art of the passive-aggressive glare. And somehow, it’s even worse in this huge, echoey mansion where I don’t have any walls to hide behind."

OF: I swear to f*cking god if those a*sholes ruined pastries for me -___- Ash: You could be dying, and you're worried about your pastries Ash: Are you serious OF: I have my priorities as straight as I am OF: Also, don't talk to me OF: I'm annoyed at you Ash: What did I even do? OF: "You didn't think at all clearly." Ash: Yes, because you didn't OF: Maybe because you don't have to be passive-aggressive about it Ash: I wasn't OF: Yes, you were SL: Hmm, guys? Ash: I was not, and I told the truth