Romans & histoires Too Friendly

"Is their family that dangerous?" Frank grabbed her fingers. His lips formed a little curve. "Yes, but you don't need to worry. With proper anticipation, nothing bad could happen." "Do we need to meet them? Maybe with a warm conversation, they won't think of us as opponents." A faint shake of Frank’s head replied her suggestion. "They don't know the word warm, Kara. Yes, they sound friendly and welcoming, but the truth is ...." Frank pursed his lips. "It's just an act. They never consider others as friends. They only consider business partners as tools that bring profit. Only people with the last name Moore they really appreciate."

boys should be flocking to her. Oh boy. "It would be nice to have a guy as a friend," I admit, stressing the word 'friend.'

“Since the boutique. If I have done something to upset you, or if you and your friends need space from me. I will oblige. I just wanted to hear it from you.” Her directness was shocking, and I looked at her, elegant, sharp and always observing. I had been wary, but not unkindly. she deserved an honest answer. “It is not like that, Wanni,” I said with a huge sigh. “You have not upset me. It is just….you are Baron’s friend. And you are trying to be my friend. In our world, that is a complicated place to stand. You seem neutral. And in pack life, we do. It trust neural people. Everyone has a side.”

Tamara just sighs and takes a sip of her juice. "Wow! Damn girl. I like your attitude and take it from me I don't like that in alot of people," I say smiling at her. She laughs, "Thanks. You're cool too. You have got to show me how you made her shut up and walk away," she says. "Sure, like they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend." I smirk. "Does this mean were friends?" She asks smug. "Hmmm. I'll consider it. But just so you know I'm really crazy and not hell bent on rules. So being my friend is gonna be fucking hard. You up for that?" I ask brows raised.

I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far. I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied. Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift. Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.

And just like that, the man in black vanished in his sight, swallowed by the club’s shadows. Matthew’s jaw clenched and teeth grinding. Fuck this stupid bastard. His eyes snapped to the friend who had pulled him. “Okay, okay. Just chill,” he muttered, his every word sharp and coiled with barely contained tension. His friend’s faint smile as he drifted toward the sofa, surrounded by his boy toys that only made Matthew’s blood boil hotter.

Conversation over just like that. An hour later I finally stood. “I should go.” “So soon?” Olivia frowned. “I’ve got an early morning.” “Liar.” I blinked. She grinned. “I’m kidding.” A laugh escaped me, a little too loudly. Nate noticed. Olivia didn’t. She pulled me into a hug before I left — warm and easy, the kind of hug only someone who trusted you completely could give. Then she leaned back slightly. “You’re shaking.” I glanced down at my hands. “I get cold easily.” She studied me for another second then smiled. “Fair enough.” She squeezed my arm gently. “You should come over more.” The words landed harder than she could possibly know. “I’d like that,” I lied.

And when she’s in her full form it’s entirely black. “You like it?” He asked standing close to her. She nodded. Still staring at it. “You said You’re poor but buy me stuffs everyday.” “Well, lets just say I’ve a little source.” She shrugged. “You’re learning pretty fast.” She flash her cute smile at her. “I want us to be friends.” He said taking her hands, that seems to be the only safer way to get closer to her. So he could know her better. “What’s a friend?” “A friend is someone you trust, someone you tell everything, someone you don’t lie to. Like a bond.”

(CAN I SAY IT FOR REAL?) “It’s not your job to like me, it’s MINE!” ----- BYRON KATIE ----- “SKY!” Screaming his name like there is no tomorrow, Sky almost coughed out air when out of the blue and a definite sudden event that hit him out of nowhere, but definitely a familiar scene. He is caught into an embrace of the man he considers as an in-syncing tone with his cousin Andrea, yet a tolerable one whose been with him since middle school and the one who brightens up his introverted life. The only person to whom hyper activeness is incomparable to the nosy nature of Ian, yet a soft heart and an honest one. The person he let inside his life and consider as his very best buddy.

You know what I mean. : Well, the comfort came naturally. : Oh, But it's really amusing how two people of different genders can be best friends without any sort of romantic relationship between them. : I know, but I guess it's because I see Joseph as more like a brother than some guy, you know. : If you say so. Though I have a feeling that you'll end up swallowing your words one day. : Really? : Yeah. Btw, you told me that Joseph had returned your clothes back, right?