The Friend Group Novels & Stories

' Yes, it was Harmonica. "It's um…. Harmonica Saint, but my friends call me Harmony…. I…. I don't actually have ANY friends per se but if I had friends, they would call me Harmony," 'What is this awkwardness?!' Harmony was bawling inside. The less awkward side of her shook her head in disappointment. 'You deserve to be smacked by a purse.' Unable to control her weirdness she continued talking. "My family calls me Harmony. You can call me Harmony, not… not that I'm saying we're friends…. I'm just…. My family calls me Harmony." She added in a defeated tone.

I'd do it for anyone in the group. That reply makes me pause for a moment because it's true. They are a close group of friends and they come off as people who would definitely step up to help someone out. But this isn't a flat tire or a simple dinner check. A new laptop to play a video game on is not something even a friend would do. CLARE: I don't need your handouts and plus I'm not in the group. The RDA girls are cool and I enjoy hanging out with them on occasion, but I'm definitely not a member.

"Okay, we formed a group for the presentation next week. And the group I split, you can't choose your own group." The thing that Nevan hates the most about happens, groups are one of the things Nevan dislikes. Because later he will find groups that only share names, not just for work. "Nevan, Bobby, Marvin, Auristella and Chrissy too. Group one." Said Pak Krisna and made Nevan and Chrissy screaming excitedly. -To Be Continued-

[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV] I grew up hearing the admonition that friends are the root of all evil, that your company will decide who you are going to be. Today, however, my perception changed. Friends, in and of themselves, are neither evil nor good; it is only what happens with us once we make friends that what qualities we absorb from them. But friends can be a bubble of happiness, for maintaining our happy lives. We need to have friends to keep us alive and not just simply living a boring life. Rohan was livid at her response.

“Remember, this is also my job. I have to think this way for a living.” “I will try,” Gabe said as he looked at his cousin. “Look at it this way.” Mack began. “We have a group that is deceased. They were a group that had caused trouble for many different people. I am not thinking about this as one of their victims in the past either. So remember that as well. We have this group that seemingly found themselves in hard times. They, however, never lost contact with each other for whatever reason. It could be as easy as they needed that friendship, but I think it was more like they needed to make sure their secrets never got out. But enough about that. One of them reaches out from the dark place

"Oh god girl we missed you so much!" "Sophi let's party!" "Well I guess I lost the bet. Nice seeing you Sophie." All of them circled around her and greeted her all at once. They were a party group of five. There was Marcus the savage, Aiden the father hen, Kate the wild one, and Klare the mother hen. And as for herself, she used to be the balanced member of the group, she was fifty-fifty on the wild side and mature. "You react as if we haven't seen each other in ages." She laughed at her friends' faces and gave them a heartwarming hug.

She finishes firmly and I get a little smile on my face as she looks up at me. "You're right." I say and she nods. "It took me a long time to figure it out. I'm not as smart as you." She says with a grin. I slip my hand under the shirt she's wearing, running my fingers along the curve of her waist. "I just never cared what anyone else thought of me. I've been called a nerd and a loser my whole life. I found friends in video games and Dungeons and Dragons. People who were like me and, quite honestly, they're a lot more accepting than the rest of society. They don't care what you look like, how much money you make, how many followers you have on whatever app is most popular at the moment. All

The power of friendship, yay! "Good. I'm glad. How are your classes going?" "Well enough Mom.” "And socially?" She asked. "Are you finding your people, making friends and building relationships? You know how that is equally as important as having good grades, right?" "I have a study group," I said. "And I’ve made very good friends with all of them. There's a girl called Priya who I think is going to be a federal judge by forty." "And the others?" "Jerome. And Tyler." And the pause that followed let me know that the way I had said Tyler’s name had set bells ringing in her head.

I don’t care. I mean, come on. We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. Our fathers, in a fit of bizarre, macho sentimentality, gave us matching ‘C’ initials like we were a brand partnership waiting to happen. I’ve seen him through chickenpox, his embarrassing middle-school poetry phase, and that time he tried to grow a goatee. He knows my deepest secret (I’m terrified of lobsters) and my most shameful memory (the 8th grade talent show disaster). We are, for all intents and purposes, cosmically intertwined. And he is still, staggeringly, blissfully, oblivious.

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.