Novel & Cerita Story About Best Friend

"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."

The receptionist just laughed like Kimberly was telling some kind of joke. “I know this is hard to believe but I have had men who have best friends who they love so much and do everything with them. For records, my ex was the same as his best buddy. Always partying together and doing everything together and I think it is cute '' Kim wanted to slap this girl in the mouth.

“I walked in holding takeout. Thai noodles,his favorite. You know how long the wait is for those?” “Criminal,” she said with a nod of solidarity. “And the worst part?” I sniffled. “He said she was better than me. Like, in the middle of the act. Just—ramming into her like a damn hyena and giving five star ratings.” “Noooo,” she gasped. “Girl, no. Men don’t deserve anything good. I’m so sorry honey.” “I KNOW.” I wiped my eyes with a paper towel. “And she was my best friend, We’ve been inseparable Since middle school. We’ve braided each other’s hair,got into trouble together. I helped her hide her chin filler. I took her to Planned Parenthood in my mom’s car, for Christ’s sake!”

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

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.

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

“Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.”

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

I see people narrating their experiences but well for me, it was a little bit different or should I say awkward. It was with my guy best friend since 1st grade. His name is Charlie. My best friend Mary, and I have always been close with him. We’ve always trusted each other and told each other everything. We are so comfortable with each other that Charlie has witnessed me and Mary eating each other out. Charlie and I have never had sex because he knows I prefer women, but he and Mary have had sex before, which they knew I was well aware of.

He told me about James. He talked for a long time and I sat on the sofa where we had spent so many evenings together and I listened without saying anything. About the friendship that had started at a football match. About fourteen years and what they looked like. About the diagnosis and the months that followed. About the last conversation and the promise. About the years of showing up for a little boy and a grieving grandmother because his best friend had asked him to and he had said yes because he loved his best friend and that was the right thing to say.