Novel & Cerita Short Story Best Friends

I didn’t feel angry at Olivia neither did I feel angry at Dave. I couldn’t help but wonder about the friendship with my best friend. It was not just her, it was also me. In fact, I like to think I’m the bigger problem seeing as I am sitting on a big secret. A secret that could ruin our friendship. Our friendship that has become so messy. I suddenly could not wait until the homecoming dance to tell her. I decided that I would tell her tonight. Right after the game.

But the bad days were fewer now, and the good days were starting to outnumber them. I'd made new friends. They were gentle in a way I hadn't known I needed. There was a girl named Priya from creative writing club, who laughed like thunder and never let me wallow for too long. Leo, who was quiet like Marcus but warmer, somehow. He always ran with me in the mornings and never asked about my past. And Sam, who brought me coffee every morning without being asked, just because. They didn't know about Ethan and Mia. Not the full story. I'd told them bits and pieces—enough to explain why I sometimes went quiet, why I flinched at certain names. They didn't push. They just stayed.

But as fast as it came, it turned into a frown, "No. Tell me your problem, I'm going to be your future brother -not by blood- soon, Vanchel." With eyes widened, I blinked a lot of times before clearing my throat. "Okay." "Thank you." He nodded, "Go on." "Let's just say that I read a book where the main character loves her best friend. But her best friend loves another girl and asked help from his best friend and his best friend helped him and they got together and his best friend got sad and yet every time the best friend got a rocky relationship with the person he loves, he seeks help to his best friend and his best friend is always there for him and it's unfair." I rambled, trying to keep

"Switch feet, please." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, moving his other foot in place. He was so tall that I didn't have room to scoot back to avoid his other foot from returning to the same spot. I could only take up the scissors again and try not to think about how good it felt. "Your turn to tell me a story," he muttered, his face relaxed into an expression of peace. "BF has been my best friend since we were kids. Though if you saw both of us, you'd think we couldn't possibly be friends; she's taller and prettier than me."

Her cunt felt sore and her neck tired from the real action, but she did not regret it, not even a little bit. The two best friends were slowly awakening something they had kept at bay for so long. Being young adolescents, the fire was more intense, and things were bound to get better. They spent the evening chatting, joking while at it introducing hints of confessions on what they had used to admire about the other.

The letters sitting side by side made each sentence which gave me shock after shocks. "Dear diary, I know I had said that you are my only friend but today I found another one. He is so cute and chubby and he didn't mock me for my stuttering. He was like me without any friends. He said he will be my best friend so I named him chubby bro. He also gave me a cute name, a little doll. I'm so happy, finally I have a friend, a best friend. I don't think I'll need you again dear diary because now I have someone to play with. From now on I'll write about what me and my chubby bro did."

"You can call me Jun." My best friend was mad at me. My sister left me. And my ex-boyfriend broke my heart when I found him in bed with another girl. I wanted someone I could hold on to, even for a short moment, and Jun was definitely going to be that person, even if we were both drunk-- me being the one more wasted. The kissing resumed and clothes were removed, but the darkness of the room hid our secrets.

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

Actually doing it was another. Every time Gaspare finished with a lover, he would call me to clean up the room. I wondered which one it would be today. Lily? Or Celeste, who had come last month? My favorite was still Sandra. She only ever made a mess on the bed, never the entire room. When I opened the door, I found an unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman had features that bore a passing resemblance to my best friend, Vera Toscano. I could not help but smile.

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."