The Summer I Fell For My Best Friend の小説・ストーリー

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

Baby, how can I tell you that you’ve captured my heart from day one? How can I convince you that you are the only one I want to spend every waking moment with? You are my best friend, Babe. You are my best friend, Honey. You are my best friend, Darling. Best friends to lovers that's what we are oh.. oh… oh. I began to sway to the beat and continuously began tapping my feet on the ground to follow the rhythm of the music. Five years we were best friends. Then on the sixth, I popped the word.

My voice broke. “I love you, Astrid. I always have,” Adrian said. And then I was falling. My dad mouthed the words as the light vanished — I love you. I fell fast, into a void and then I hit the ground with a soft thud. My eyes sprang open and I gasped for air. Tears streamed down my face. I was back. Somehow, I was back. I didn’t know where I was, but it was bright. Someone was holding my hand. Then fingers on my face. Real. Warm.

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

“You’re my best friend.” “I know.” “I trusted you.” “I know, Ava. I know.” She reached for me, and I flinched back like her hand was on fire. “When?” The word came out harsh. “When did it all start?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “That summer. Before he left. We started talking more, and I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then—” “You were texting him?,” I said, pieces clicking into place. “That day at the barbecue. You were texting him.”

Chapter 3: My Best Friend's Kiss That is the problem, Dylan. You always see me as your best friend and I am doing the other way around. I cannot just order myself to disregard my feelings for you. It's not as easy as counting one to three, with just a snap of my fingers, or sleeping in one night. Every time you are with me, I am terrified that I might find myself sinking in a wide blue ocean without anything or anyone that can save me.

Memories flooded her head and she decided to sit on the stair for a bit. She closed her eyes and drifted of into nostalgia. It was a bright summer's day when Bobby had mustered up the courage to call her his girlfriend. It was the first week in high school and Summer was the emotional punching bag for many kids. As she sat alone at the table, waiting for Bobby to arrive from the cafeteria, a group of girls grabbed her tray and threw it onto her lap. Summer shrieked but she did not say anything. The girls were mean, cruel and nasty. They said so many ruthless things to her that the tears started to stream down her face.

What if someday she ended up digging a hole for herself to fall. …… Today was the first day of August, meaning it was friendship day. Zou Haoran checked the complaint box. After seeing the material that was hidden in that poor box, he sighed. It was friendship bands and friendship cards for all the members of the student council. He decided to separate them according to their recipient. He received the most number of cards and bands in the room. Unfortunately, he will have to look at them in order not to miss anything important. How tiring and… annoying.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

“Olly… I don't want to get with Summer. Summer is a friend.” I stared at him funny, like he really thought he could say something like that and expect me to buy it. “Do you think I want Summer?” “You love her.” “Well… yes, I do. But I only love Summer because she's my childhood best friend. I've had many years with Summer in it, and I can't misplace that.” He stood up. “But thinking that I'm infatuated or somehow in love with her is… just not right.” “Just not right? You told me that. You told everyone that.”