That What Friends Are For Novels & Stories

What do you mean by "no" … A/N: When your friends become famous, it becomes more difficult to contact them. End of Text.

And hence I won't get to force any name on it. " Friends?" " Fucking friends." I groaned. We both know we are never becoming friends. Never fucking ever.

I want to be friends; we can start from there, and who knows what can happen, friends grow to become lovers. “Friends” I say sticking out my hand; “friends” he says shaking mine. I smile at him happily; at least there will be peace. “You know what” I say, “what?” He asks. “Friends don’t dictate to each other who they can or cannot see” I say jokingly

I said, and she huffed. “What do they say about enemies?” “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” ASO-FUCKING-LUTELY!

The lady’s face suddenly becomes more serious, and she says, "You know, I'm really sad about losing my dog. But now that I've talked to you, I feel like it's a little easier. Maybe that's because you really listened to me and understood how I was feeling. It makes me feel less alone, and that helps a lot. Do you think that's what friends are for?" Hazel considers the question for a moment, and then says, "I think you're absolutely right. Friends are there to listen and to support us when we need it most.

It's because I care for you and you're my friend. She nodded, "Yeah, I get that, but...." "Shh.....It's okay, Tiffany." He assured her. "What are friends for?"

“Indeed, you're my friend, but then you'll agree with me that you've been quite busy lately. Do you think you would have gotten the chance to come to my party if I had asked you to?” “But of course…what are friends for? I would come to your party, no matter how busy I am. There's a reason why we are friends.” "You're Right. There's a reason we are friends, and friends do care for one another and look out for one another, don't they?” He looked at me for a while before shaking his head in understanding. “You're right. There's a reason why we are friends.” The chairs were brought, and they all took seats next to me.

“I’m sorry. It’s not always easy to make friends, especially at a new school.” Nodding, she peeked back up at me. “It’s not easy. Do you have a lot of friends?” “I have a few. What matters though, is that you find people who really care about you and understand you. It doesn’t matter how many friends you have, just that you have good ones.” "I have a few. What matters though, is that you find people who really care about you and understand you. It doesn’t matter how many friends you have, just that you have good ones.”

“Who cares? You’re going to have your own restaurant one day and they’ll all be eating your dust.” I smile over the table at my dear friend. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For always being here for me. It means a lot.” She gives me a beautiful, broad smile. “What are friends for if not to have fake sick days, bust cheating assholes and conniving relatives with?” I laugh and raise my coffee cup to him. “Cheers to that.” I knock on my friend’s door, and she opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She leans in and hugs me.

You paused and looked into her eyes, long enough for her to know you absorbed her question but not so long that you were struggling with it. "No, that's not what I'm saying. That is your decision, and I'm not going to try and sway you either way because we're Friends first, and friends support friends. I just meant that getting something special, just for me, felt more special."