Sayings About Crazy Friends Novels & Stories

"Fine, you're forgiven, Yoshi, but please stop laughing at me; I'm getting pissed; just help me, man, stop making fun of my damn feelings, idiot!" Yoshi smirked; he settled his chinky eyes on mine, then I gave out a crooked smile, he started laughing again, and this time it was contagious. I found myself being silly with him. My friends might be considered lunatics, but in reality, they're lovely people, the kind of people that you could journey on. That you could enjoy life with, and I'm ready to put up with their crazy antics because I could proudly say that I have my own fair share of craziness.

he ignored and continued what he was saying "And you want me to tell her I have a crazy girlfriend which I don't, nope can't do that" "What!! Why?" I said frustrated "Because I've been here for as long as I remember and my relationship life 0" "That's because you always end up getting caught, cause of your stupidity " "But if I could go one night with your friend then I'll see .." I interrupt "Hell no.you think I'll put my only friend at risk, you're crazy"

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."

I paused as the word I've been hearing nonstop popped in my head, “A freak.” Sarah's smile vanished after hearing that. “I… I don't have many friends either.” Her eyes went down. “You know… you can have a lot of friends, but none of them be real friends. Real friends are rare these days. It's difficult to be liked the way you are.” I felt fingers gently engulfing my hand with their warmth. Caressing my hand. Sending a lot of emotions. My eyes went to Edward. That warm smile that didn't exist. Those ocean eyes that were once impossible to read. “That's why you need to take good care of the ones who care for you.” Yeah… at least this feels right. My best friend bedded my husband on my wedding

he declared, the rumble of his stomach providing a comical punctuation to his statement. The room, now filled with a mix of laughter and anticipation, embraced the idea of a shared meal. Conversations shifted to pizza preferences, toppings, and the best local joints. It was in these seemingly mundane details that the essence of friendship revealed itself — the ability to find joy in simple pleasures and shared experiences.

I smiled confidently, trying to reassure her. She smiled back at me, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. “Of course, you always know what to do. You always happen to know what to do in every situation, no matter what it is.” She gave me a playful nudge. “But I hope it’s not something crazy, because you also have a record of doing things that are crazy,” she said, and I laughed. “Of course not. I’m just gonna make friends with her,” I said casually.

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.

"When my best friend started to turn into a hopeless love struck bitch. So stop acting crazy and fix yourself. Let’s go out and have a drink." "Okay! I'll try to fix myself."

The same young woman spoke and yet I saw the funny look his friend had on his face, he still was not satisfied with whatever it was that I had said. “you should not be apologizing, these girls are the sweetest and I do not care what it is they had done to you, as long as they are with me and you have no isn't of joining In the circle then fucking beat it.” he complained and a sword escaped my lips…he really was an insane type and he was just lucky he was not the target I had in mind. “He's crazy, sorry my apologies to everyone.” his other grown apologized get again on cue.

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.