The Little Friend Novels & Stories

The screen broken! “YOU... YOU BROKEN MY CELL PHONE!” I scream with him, while trying to answer the call, but the touch screen is broken. “WHAT HELL!” “Calm down, girl! I can fix it.” He took the cell phone from my hand and tried to fix it. “Yeah, it's broken!” He dropped the phone. ”ARE YOU CRAZY? IT’S MY PHONE!” I looked at the stupid monster and recognized him immediately. It was Luca Bianchi, son of the owner of the house. I had seen him a few times in person. I even remember interacting with him when I was younger. But except for parties and special occasions, he didn't go there much.

“So? I was thinking we could go for a tour of the Freedom Trail. They always do it up for the holiday and it would be a lot more fun than standing around drinking beer with Ted from accounting and Marge from operations.” I had no idea who either Ted or Marge was, though by the name I was assuming Marge was a woman obsessed with the Simpsons. There was a lady I overheard from time to time going on about the show when I walked past her office, and it would have been brilliant if she was named Marge. I was about to ask Layton about it when I realized I was no closer to answering his question than I had been when he asked it. “Wouldn’t we have to be here for the office party?”

A small note had slipped out with it. Will you be my girlfriend?

I mustn't keep my new Personal Assistant waiting! I walk into the building and am greeted by Fred at the security desk, “Hi, Alpha! I met your new personal assistant! Whew! Sizzling’!” “Fred! My personal Assistant is my best friend’s kid! Don’t talk that way!” I say sternly. “I’m just saying’, boss…this one is H-O-T!” Fred replies then chuckles. “You will see! I sent her up to your office.”

I swallow hard at the motion and just stare into the darkness of the hood, searching for any glimpse of the rest of his face above his mouth. “Who are you?” I plead quietly. “I told you. I’m a Friend. And you can call me Izzy.” “But do I know you?! I dont know any Izzy’s.” “Izzy is just a nickname that very few people call me. And yes, you know me. But most importantly, I know you.” He tilts my chin up.

“Morning to you too bes’ Riley said in her crazy English Indian accent which made Roseanne smile as she stood up straight with her books. Riley is Roseanne’s best friend who’s an Indian. “Stop acting all sneaky every morning, act human Riley” Roseanne said as she felt her heart beating fast due to how scared she felt earlier. “I didn’t act sneaky, I called your name twice and I even tapped you twice. When you didn’t respond, I decided to call you back to earth in another way” Riley said as she made funny faces. “Crazy girl “Roseanne said as she laughed at her crazy best friend childishness. Riley puts her arms round Roseanne’s shoulder as they made their way to their hall entrance.

After feeling the raging hunger calm down for the time being, I picked up my phone again from the table beside my empty cup which was once filled with juice and unlocked it again. The texts from my friends were still on the unlocked screen. I so am not reading all these messages, definitely not. I thought as I scrolled to the very end before typing in a message. Tristan; Yo Fuckers, how's fucking around being? I dug my fingers into the bag of chips and lifted about four pieces of chips into my mouth and chewed on it. I glanced back at the phone when I saw two of the guys typing in a reply. Eli; Pretty much cool. Auden finally caught aids though.

It's being a child again, they treat me that way, but I don't much about it, how far does it go, where would it end. It was the perfect night, and the next morning we all got a day off work, we needed the extra rest, we all were happy to have some extra time off. The day went perfectly, we had breakfast, we teased Hunter, and then we got o just stay home and enjoy our time, I was once again wearing an all-over, I wasn't sure what to call it, but I heard Logan calling it footie jammie behind me. "Hey, you're gonna want to watch this," Hunter says turning the TV on for me, I sat down and watched William on the tv, is this one of his old announcement, they already took over the world, what's ne

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

Still, I cherished everything with Nikolai. I sniffed, the past washing over me like a wave. *** (flashback) “This is 8:30, I'm so late, Lana,” I grumbled over the phone, “you should end the call.” “Goodness, don't blame me, I'm trying to tell you how to answer personal questions before the interview,” my best friend had answered and I kept walking as I listened. We've been best of friends since senior year. “If you're asked why you want this role, what do you say?”