Quotes Of Crazy Friends Novels & Stories

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

I'd missed her. "Stupid. It's fun to have a few, it makes your troubles go away, everything seems fun, happy, for the most part. Some people are stupid or mean drunks, and you want to stay away from them, but most of my friends just do it to let go."

“They are a stupid bunch who always talks a lot and a nuisance. They were troublesome individuals that, always saying, I’m their ‘friend.’” “Mr. Zeth, I never once thought a day would come where I will have a friend other than Nikka and live freely as I want. Thank you so much,” Yui. “Dude, you have my back and I have yours too!” Nikka. “I will never leave you.” Nathan. Their laugh, their voice, their face is kept flashing in Zitrey’s mind. “With this ‘sake’! We solidify our friendship. Giggled.”

“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.”

Frances chimed in and we pulled back "Yeah you know what? Since we crossed paths this is the first time I can proudly say my best friend has made a lot of sense" I beamed "What do you mean by that? I was just passing out comments" Frances expressed "Go and get yourself a man so you won't have the time to interrupt our intense moment" "You can as well pray for me" she suggested and we all laughed _ _ _ _ _ _ _

There were seven messages; I opened my friend’s messages first, “Hey! Bar!” “He’s not replying; he’s probably watering the plants. Hahaha! Water them well! I’m your godmother!” I muttered “crazy” and laughed; this friend of mine is really crazy. I haven’t been able to go back to them yet; I’m also close to his parents because I helped him come out to them. He thought they would kick him out, but I told him I’d take care of him until he became a man.

“I was only messing with you. I am open to possibilities. In fact, I tripped on the way here and a really beautiful guy caught me in his arms.” Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me!” I shook my head. “But I didn’t get his name. I was running after you.” “What? You chose me over a cute guy who could possibly make you see rainbows and stars?” “Of course! You’re my friend. Lasses before asses. Chicks before dicks? Ever heard those popular phrases before?” “Well, as your friend, I’m ordering you to get back there!”

What is certain is that this is the absolute truth. "Vans, I want you to be happy. And Kay is the only man who loves you. Don't you know how frightened and desperate he looked when you went crazy and stabbed yourself?" That's what he said again. It seemed that the crazy man had poisoned my best friend into adoring and supporting my relationship with him while my words were just a breeze to her.

And if I had to be the chaotic, sassy, slightly horny best friend who made inappropriate statue-humping jokes to keep the mood light while we burned the rest of the danger to the ground? Well. That was a job I was more than happy to keep. Two friends and sisters couldn’t be caged but we could sure as hell make the cage regret ever trying.

“Same. With everything lately… it feels good to just forget and be happy.” I sat back, taking in their smiles, the full table, the golden afternoon light pouring through the windows. “It feels good to breathe,” I whispered. Sandy nudged me. “And it feels good to see you happy again, Carrie. This version of you, this glowing, confident you…I love her.” Ellen chimed in. “You deserve joy. Not crumbs. Never crumbs.” My eyes stung. I lifted my glass. “To friendship. To healing. And spending money irresponsibly.”