Quotes About A Crazy Friend Novels & Stories

“Yeah, but Mystery is her crush. She is crazy about him.....you… in a very bad way, and it is messing her up mentally that her friend is with her dream man.” “That's ridiculous. You are defending this toxic behavior of hers?” I asked in disbelief. “Not like I’m not mad about how she is treating me, but she is the first close friend I ever had. It means everything to me. Please understand.”

My best guy friend is crazy. “Why?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Other than being friendly and welcoming, why would I invite someone to my house for dinner?” “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.” I hate Jeremy. “You’d better hope he’s not a vampire. You just invited him into your home. He could sneak into your house and drain your family dry.” “I hate you, and he’s not a vampire,” I said absently. “He might be, and your hatred of my amazing, awesome, brilliant self is why you keep me close.” He had a shiteating grin on his face. I wondered if I would be expelled or suspended if I punched it off of him.

“I am. My dream is one of a kind, that’s why I`m calm with the delay though it annoys me. I have a purpose for my dream after all.” “Do you have friends?” “I once did. But not anymore. To me, friends are bad influencers. All they know is to destroy one`s future claiming to be showing one a right path to take.” “What did they do or say to you?” “They told me that I`ll never achieve my dream because it`s just a fairy- tale, nothing more. What kind of friends are they? They should go to hell for all I care.” “But not all friends are bad influencers, ever thought of that?" he said, "You need a friend, one needs a friend. Someone with the same interests as yours.”

I looked over at her. "Why would I be mad at you? Because you spoke your mind? You're my best friend. I don't care what you do. It could be something crazy or dangerous, and I'll still be there to take care of you. That’s what friends do. Besides, you’re always there for me too and..."

He replied with his deep voice and I chuckled loudly. “Have respect on yourself man,one day you'll end up In a pretty bad mess and yull wish you were someone else” I stated nonchalantly meaning what I said . “Then I'll regret when that time comes” Xavier said and hung out. I dipped my phone on my jean pocket while leaning on my red bughatti waiting for Chris my twin brother outside the city mall. Xavier had been my buddy since college and he had a really bad taste for women, always sleeping with anyone he sees ,I really pitied whoever that P.A was.

She smiled "Why? What are your friends like?" I sighed "Crazy. Loud. Unpredictable. Inappropriate. Full of irrational, crazy ideas. But, I love them." "I wish my friends were like that. In truth, you're the only one I like talkin' to. Everyone else are either my other cousin's who don't live here or my friends. And they are pretty borin' sometimes." I chuckled "I can tell you'll be the one to travel when you turn eighteen." She nodded vigorously "Oh, definitely. I can't stand this place any longer."

That elicited a short laugh out of me considering I understood what he meant and it was the second time in a row I was hearing this statement. "Not you too." I laughed. "Sorry to say," he started, leaning towards me with a lowered voice. "But your friend can be crazy." He took a glance behind him and placed his hand over his mouth. "She has a special kind of crazy." I burst into laughter, shaking my head. "She should hear you." He shifted back, feigning innocence. "Oh, please." He shook his head, waving his hands, "you did not hear that from me. Certainly not."

“Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would’ve been one. Who knows?” “I know,” I told her. “I would never have treated anyone that way, with or without a dick. There is no excuse.”

There were Catur, Fauzi, Kiki, Metha, Adi Sihite, Anton they always entertained me, who knows how long, but still one thing I feel alone. Adi Sihite, he is my best friend, he is the craziest person and entertains me all this time, morning, noon, evening and even night, slumbering, karaoke, to the beach with him regardless of distance, which I think is only one important thing I'm not CRAZY with all the trials this love.

“I’m weird, aren’t I?” At the question, I grew confused. Turning on my side, I pushed myself on my elbows, facing her as she continued to stare at the ceiling. “No. Not at all. Why are you asking this?” I questioned. “They always say that I’m weird. I should be more mature and blah blah blah.” “Who says that? That’s horrible.” I was outraged at the thought. She was the sweetest person I knew. “My friends,” she quoted again, still staring at the ceilings. “I don’t have a lot of friends. I lost a lot of them over the years.”