The Little Friend Novels & Stories

Same jaw, same eyes, none of the softness that sometimes broke through when Adrian forgot to control his face. "So this is him," Marcus said, to Adrian, not to me. Like I was a specimen. Like I wasn't standing three feet away with a working set of ears. "This is Julian Cross," Adrian said. "My partner." "Cross." Marcus turned to me at last, and his eyes went over me the way you'd check a used car for rust. Shoes. Jacket. The bag I'd had since freshman year with the strap I'd repaired myself with packing tape and a needle. "Full scholarship, I assume."

I know that may sound silly to some people, but it is the little things that matter. We got ourselves out of bed and headed to start getting ready. I was excited about our day together. “How about we invite our friends over tonight or tomorrow to celebrate,” I suggested as we headed to the bathroom. “Sounds good, sweetheart, and I am sure they will all be thinking, about fucking time,” He chuckled. “Yes,” I giggled. I knew they would be happy for us, and it would be good for us all to be together without acting like we are not together. I am glad that there is no more secret and lies.

He as well got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. "Do you consider me as your friend?" He asked as he drove. I looked at him, completely surprised while he was focused on driving. "Maybe yes. I mean, whatever you have done for me. Like caring about me, helping me, and everything else no matter how little is it. No one has done that for me ever, and I haven't experienced such. So maybe yes, I can consider you as my friend," I replied all at once and then bit my tongue hard.

Nora said as she saw the doctor leaving. My dad glared at me again and left the room angrily. I was frustrated and mad at myself. I wanted to forget everything and leave everything behind. So I did the only thing I could do. I called the one person I never thought I would call. I picked up my phone with my good hand and dialed Philip. He was my long-time childhood friend. He had finished college and was now working with a law firm in New York. I knew he would help me with anything.

Everyone seemed to be really interested in it. ''They are so annoying. Do they ever shut the fuck up?'' Zoa said to me as she sipped her iced coffee. I thought it was odd to drink coffee at nearly 11 at night, but I was drinking black tea so, I wasn't going to call the kettle black. I laughed and nodded,'' All they do is yap on and on and on. They make chihuahuas seem like librarians,''