Tell Me We Weren't Just Friends の小説・ストーリー

She says, listing all occasions where we were in fact not friends. "No," I argue. "You were my employee when you tutored the twins, and you were my wife from the second that I slid that ring on your finger." I remind her, not once did I address her as my friend. The thought itself sickens me. "I don't kiss my friends." Amelia is backing herself into a corner. "I guess we're friends because you don't kiss me either." "Say you want a kiss," I tell her. Her jaw drops, "What?"

I didn't like the emphasis on the word ‘girlfriend,’ especially because till now, we hadn't told anyone we were a couple. We went on dates, had sex, and did everything a couple does, but everyone thought that we were just friends. I was fast getting to the point where I wanted out if he was going to continue to hide me like a dirty little secret. It felt like we were simply friends with benefits, and I didn't like that tag one bit. I kept my tone even. "Will, at the risk of sounding ungrateful and annoying, considering that you were the one who made me stand my ground against Claire in the first place, I would like to remind you that it isn't by force to work for you," I said evenly.

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

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.”

I offered. "What does that mean, not really?" I paused, unsure where to take this unpleasantness. A public charity event was hardly the place, but I've not always filtered my thoughts from what comes out of my mouth and therefore forged ahead anyway. "It means we went out one time together and we are not friends in any sense of the word. Not like you and Langley are friends." I raised a brow at her. "Okay. Fair enough," she said, with a long, reflective look over at Priscilla and then back at me, before finishing the rest of her water.

"No friends, no family, no loved ones, just us the misfits, the ones who can't be part of the crowd, the garbage." "We've got no one else but ourselves." she turned her gaze towards me, “it’s you and I against the world no one else, best friends for ever!" We clicked glasses like we did everyday, everyday until that day. But now someone thought it'd be nice to remind me about the fact that I couldn't click glasses with my best friend or take shots at the club or thrash a store.

He exhaled through his nose, his hands curling into fists. "Please tell me," he said again. "I know you don’t trust me. Maybe you don’t even like me enough to want my help. But I want to protect my friends. That includes you, too." Friends. The word made something in my chest ache. Is that what we were? It felt like the wrong word, like it didn’t fit what we were—what we’d done. Friends didn’t kiss like we did. They didn’t touch each other the way we had. They didn’t look at each other like this.

I don’t want pictures that I’d regret to have on Internet clicked right now. “Hey, first of all, we aren’t excited about this because of a lack of romance in our love life. And secondly, we’re just really good friends that you have that care about your love life too. We want you to be happy!” She said, holding me by my arms. “I am happy!” I defended.

He ended up laughing at his own words. "This is why we're not friends." I said plainly. "Of course were friends. I mean we spent an hour watching a movie together, we spent another thirty minutes talking and mostly laughing at you. That's what friends do." He said teasingly. "You bumped into me, rudely spoke to me, got me in detention and also got my phone seized." I stated out. "Oh, let's not dwell in the past." He wiggles his brows at me. "We're not friends. Whatever started here, ends here. Tomorrow, we continue to plan how we would love to watch the enemy die. Deal?" I asked stretching fort my hand for a shake.

he said in a soft tone of voice. “Look, you don't owe me anything, and I thank you for everything you've given me. You've been an invaluable support in the hardest of times these past few weeks, but I've come to understand that we can't even be friends,” I told him calmly, and his face transformed. “No, that's just the point; we could never be friends.” The way he said it completely shook me. “Friends don't attract each other, let alone kiss on the mouth.”