Novel & Cerita Strange Friends

"It's not too bad. It looks like there's a little scrape but nothin' serious." "Thank you," I respond shyly, eliciting the most enticing smile I've ever seen. I can't help but return his grin. His friend, Brian, wanders off, meeting up with a group of guys. I assume they're all friends traveling together by their interaction, and I watch them with amusement. They look like a fun group. "You okay?" Mason knocks me out of dreamland.

***ESTHER*** “Friends, you say?” I raise my brows in stress. He wants me to be his friend. But what advantages are there for us to being friends? Friendship has never been a beneficial strategy in my all life but with Caden friendship is different. I cannot be a friend to a guy with whom I have already slept once. It… feels kind of strange to me. He nods his head. “No! We can’t be. We are better as a stranger,” I say as I leave his hand and make my way back to the ward.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Unknown Contact: Report ready. My pulse slowed. “Freya,” I said softly. She looked up. “Could you grab me some water?” Her brows knit. “You just had some.” “I’m still thirsty.” She studied me for a moment, suspicion flickering behind her eyes… then nodded and stepped out. The second the door closed, I opened the file. It was thick. Too thick for someone who claimed to be a simple acquaintance. Name: Miya Laurent Age: Unknown (multiple conflicting records)

“I said let go. Or do you need me to repeat myself?” “Oh, come on, babe, no need to be so angry,” the other stranger says. “Just loosen up a bit. Have some fun with us.” “Yeah,” his friend agrees, inching closer. The first guy’s breath smells of beer. I crinkle my nose. “You know you want this, just admit it. We can give you what you want,” he whispers. I look away and roll my eyes at the ceiling. “In your dreams.” “But you do—” The rest of his words are cut off by a giant man who suddenly appears in front of us. The man is so tall, so broad, and so dangerous-looking that I find my breath hitching in my throat.

LAYTON Craig reminded me of his presence by clearing his throat loudly. “Earth to Layton. I know you know floor seats don’t mean sitting on the actual floor. Besides, you can either come with me, or I’m giving your number and your spare key to ‘Stalker Sarah.’ Really, you have no choice.” He grinned like the cat who got all the cream, knowing he had me in a corner. Stalker Sarah was harmless, but fucking annoying. I’d gone out on one date with the woman and it had taken me six months to shake her.

How was she supposed to explain to the company that she had been cowering indoors as the thugs of West LA started their riot? They called the cops but it took them a while. In fact, Becky had risked her life by coming out because the cops never arrived till she left. She'd never experienced such drama before that it looked like some Mafia gang movie. Her roommate, Mel, and friend of barely a week, hadn't returned since Saturday when she went on a love trip to Paris with her boyfriend.

I nodded at him. "I think so too. It's all too weird to not be fate or something. Look at us. We are the strangest group of friends ever but here we are. Right where we need to be." Vander added as he joined the hug. Layla seemed to calm in their arms. I turned to Finn and he nodded too. We all ended up in a strange hug on the ground for a few minutes. "All right, I think I'm good now. Sorry everyone. That was heavy." Layla said.

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"