Short Story Best Friends Novels & Stories

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

“That’s my best friend!” To be continued...

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

Then he said the words that changed everything. Maybe we need help. I asked what kind of help. He did not answer. He went to bed. I lay awake all night. The next morning, I found him in the kitchen. He was making coffee. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense. I asked again. What kind of help? He turned around. His face was calm. Too calm. He said he had been thinking about Luca and Eli. My stomach dropped. I asked why. He said they were his oldest friends. He trusted them. He said he had called them. They were coming to visit.

Synopsis: Leanna is my best friend. Ever since that embarrassing moment in first grade, the one where I tried to admit my love for Johnny Smith, she has always been there for me. We share everything.… ********************* Leanna is my best friend. Ever since that embarrassing moment in first grade, the one where I tried to admit my love for Johnny Smith, she has always been there for me. We share everything. Classes, lunches, and even secrets, but I've never seen her fall in love. It's like impossible, she's immune, never mooning over a boy or staring at a hottie. Sometimes I wonder if she's human or not.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I follow suit, my own wolf wrapping me in a world of physical sensation that still can’t blot out the guts-on-the-ground feeling. My best friend. My best fucking friend. Forget tradition, forget being promised to each other, Eva is and always has been my best friend. She’s been at my side through all my best and worst moments, just like I’ve been at her side through hers. That’s why it was so easy to imagine walking away from Candace and spending my life with her. I’ve been practicing for twenty years. And a life with one’s best friend is most people’s dream come true. I’ve never seen Eva look like that before.

The fear of losing them can lead to a profound sense of loneliness and isolation. The key to addressing the fear of losing a best friend lies in open and honest communication, as well as in cherishing and nurturing the relationship. Maintaining a strong and healthy connection with a best friend involves active effort, understanding, and forgiveness. It's about recognizing that the fear of loss is a testament to the depth of the bond and the importance of the friendship.