The Friend Zone By Abby Jimenez Novels & Stories

Abby tells him. “You bought me magazines and books. And poptarts.” The way she siad it with such feeling, really catches Gabe's attention. “Trust me, I can recognize how fucked up the situation is. But you don't understand. I like being here. I like being with you.” Gabe raises his brows in surprise. “And Liza.” Abby adds quickly. “I fell more at home here, then I ever did there. I know that sounds stupid and dumb. I might actually be crazy, but it doesn't matter. It is how I feel.”

He had definitely understood the sudden expression on his face. "I just reminded. His girlfriend had been giving me a hard time, a hell of a hard time. Honestly I've never seen such a loyal girlfriend before. She was on our trail till we switch cars. That was when we get her off our back. If you have any resources. I'm sure she will still be close" Jim narrated. "Where did you change car?" York asked taking few steps ahead. He turned back facing Jim. He was no longer smiling like before. "Like two to three miles from here" Jim counted his finger casually. He looked at York like a soldier expecting an order from his superior.

“Well... I think she likes having a gay friend. We hang about the coffee shop making scathing observations about people and its hilarious.” ‘Oh jeez, I’ve created a monster,’ Alice thought. Deep down she was happy that Jamie finally had a friend, and such a popular one too. It was hard not to be jealous of his overnight popularity. Jamie took out his phone and showed her Zoe’s Instagram. The page was full of pictures of her and Jamie posing together. One even had the hashtag ‘Besties’. “Cute pics,” Alice said, smiling at her little brother. He was like a different person when he was happy.

Without any room for protest, Abigail quickly kissed her friend's check and bolted for the door. Najay had been the closest thing she had to a friend for the past years. Of course she had acquaintances from school and co-workers from both her jobs, but they didn’t know her like Najay does. Still, her roommate can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Najay works full time at a salon, so she often forgot that Abigail wasn’t as fortunate as her to have nights off.

And those hands with long fingers that I don’t know how many women— Crap. Blame those books I’ve read, and I can’t just avoid the steamy part. My bitchy part starts to sprout like a werewolf ready to shift to wolf form. Oh, I’m just a girl. “I want to see my dad. Now, move, you—” before I can continue, my best friend saves me from whoever this god-like in front of me. “Abby, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?” He gives me a brotherly hug and kisses me on my cheek. “You look good today.”

Abby, like Jim, was outgoing, likeable and amusing, while Patrick, like Teri, was reserved, quiet and watchful. Taking a seat, Abby launched the conversation, detailing their connections. “Our youngest, Beth,” she thumbed over her shoulder at the two girls,” was at camp with Zoe a couple weeks ago and they became fast friends. We’ve barely heard anything else from her since. But we didn’t know how to get hold of you. She saw Zoe in your yard this morning, so bumping into you here was convenient. Beth wants to invite Zoe for a sleepover.”

I scolded. Then again, my mind drifted to that little boy in that lady's hand. One could tell, even the blind could see too that he looked exactly like me!. 'Or am I hallucinating?' '"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" ABBY POV I walked into my apartment tiredly. "Mommy" Zion ran to meet me. I think his teacher dropped him off. "How are you champ" "I'm fine, mom"

Abby just timidly smiled and went inside their room. "Matthew, why you're doing all these things? What will happen if this pretend relationship ends? Why you're making me feel special for you? Why you're acting like a real boyfriend to me? Why you're so kind to me? After this act, I don't know if I can return to the old Abby without Matthew." I let out a sigh and settled down in my seat. *** ABBY POv's

Lizzy stuck out her tongue and swung Abby around for introductions. Lizzy knew better. Abby would never allow a strange man anywhere near her world. Damn her meddling friend. Abby would gobble up her food and quickly excuse herself. John stood, waiting to shake her hand, and Abby took an involuntary step back. Big and tall didn’t begin to describe the brawny giant standing before her. Lizzy hung off his arm like a tiny flea, barely reaching his broad chest. He could squash her little friend like a bug. Her eyes traveled up to his. John’s kind eyes crinkled in welcome—that was unexpected.

Let's see what everyone else has to say. The netizens, smelling gossip, swarmed in and began condemning my behavior one after another. Some even managed to find my account through tiny clues and flooded my comment section with abuse. "You monster. You just can't stand to see anyone else happy, can you? You must be desperate for a woman to even fantasize about your friend's girlfriend. How pathetic. Your friend treated you like a brother, and this is how you repay him?" "Oh my god, how can you do this to your friend? What is wrong with you? It's just a woman—is she worth obsessing over like this? Just kill yourself already."