The Summer I Fell For My Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend Written By Okwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) AMELIA The school Gym was packed with students; everyone seemed excited as they watched the cheer team practice their end-of-year parade. Loud pop music from one of Taylor Swift's popular jams played in the background as the girls danced. It has been one busy summer, and I couldn't believe I was finally done with the school year and by September, I would be in my finals. My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were.

“You looked bored,“ I say without hiding my disappointment. He has the grace to flinch. “I froze. I didn’t know what to do.“ “You knew exactly what to do,“ I say, my eyes still ahead because I can’t look at him right now. “You just chose not to.“ He is quiet for a moment. We walk, and the space between us is awkward. He used to be my best friend, and he would make sure I was okay if something like that happened. Yes, I would be bullied here and there, but he always showed up. Whenever he wasn’t there, he could play my favorite song and make me dance. “I miss you,“ he says finally. I stop walking. I turn and look at him, this boy who has been the center of my universe for eight years. I did e

Summer‘s voice trembled as she asked, seeking reassurance and validation from me. I hugged her tighter, whispering, “I could never hate you, sweetheart. It’s okay to cry and let out your feelings.” I patted her head as she buried her head in my chest, feeling her small frame shaking with sobs. “You are not bad at all, Summer. You are loved more than you know,” I assured her, hoping to ease her pain and insecurities.

I stared at the man I considered my best friend my whole life like he was a stranger. "You don't cheat on someone you love you dumb dog!" I turned to leave but Killian speaks so softly I almost missed it. "I made a mistake. Haven't you ever made a mistake, you wish you could take back." My mind flashes to my high school girlfriend. We were messing around at the waterhole we used to spend our summers at and she slipped out of my grip and broke her neck. I knew Killian wanted me to think of this. I should never have been messing around so close to the edge of the bank.

She was out within twenty minutes, curled up at the foot of the bed like a cat. I sat at my desk. I opened my notebook because I was meant to study. But I wrote Summer's name instead. I stared at it for a second. Then I wrote it again underneath, smaller this time, like that made it less of a thing. Then I looked at what I was doing and I ripped the page out, crumpled it, and dropped it in the bin. I sat back in my chair. There is absolutely no version of this that makes sense, I told myself. None. Zero. She is your best friend. She has been your best friend for years. You are not going to mess that up over something you cannot even fully explain.

She dropped her bag with a heavy thud and stepped right up to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a tight, affectionate hug. The guilt hit me like a physical tidal wave, making it hard to breathe. This was my best friend. The girl I had shared a dorm room with for three years, the girl who had held my hand when I cried about my father, the girl who trusted me completely in her family home. And less than sixty seconds ago, her father had been pressing me against the very counter she was leaning on, running his hands all over my bare skin. "Hey," I managed to say, forcing a smile onto my face as I hugged her back, keeping my body as still as possible so she wouldn't feel the frantic r

One second I was between his legs, the next I was hiding like a scared child. What is happening to me? I press my palms against my eyes, trying to slow my breathing. He wants more. That's what that was. He wants to be something real, something public, something that has a name and expectations and— 'No. No, no, no.' This is still Cade. Cade West. Beck's best friend. The guy I've hated for years. The guy who's dangerous and complicated and involved in God knows what. We're just... we're just fooling around. Having fun. Scratching an itch.

Just a throwaway question, nothing suspicious. He shrugged, admitting that Denver hadn’t contacted him either. Then he let out a laugh, bitter, frayed at the edges, and said, ““Nah. Classic Denver move. Things start going good? He vanishes. Probably too busy living his best life in the States to remember us peasants back here.” Each word landed like a fist to the gut. Because Paulo knew him. They’d been best friends forever. And me? I’d only been the girl Denver spent one reckless week with. How could I argue? How could I claim I knew him better?

Nora’s friend was terrified when she saw the person standing in the doorway. She lost her balance in panic and fell off the chair onto the floor. At the same moment, the container in her hands overturned, spilling all the dirty water directly over her. The scene was almost comical.

my voice wobbled as I stalled the tears knowing I had no right to cry in this situation. Pulling me onto his lap, I sat facing him as he placed his head against my chest. My arms wrapping around his head knowing he needed this physical comfort. "It's okay, because I had this amazing best friend who I knew I would get to return to after summer, so I spent those three days coming up with ideas of fun games we could play together" he whispered, his hot breath hitting off my skin.