We're Going To Be Friends Novels & Stories

Everyone talking to someone else. In an hour, we're done eating. Everyone bidding Rebecca goodbye and tossing me dirty looks over her shoulders. She pulls me back into a seat beside her. "Not so fast. I believe we could be good friends, don't you?" "I think so too. Though, I'm confused. Why would you want to be friends with me? We barely even know each other."

’’ I said. ‘‘How about we become friends?’’ I asked, and forward my hand for a handshake. ‘‘In future, if we have any problem then we'll talk it out, instead of fighting.’’ I suggested. He thinks for a moment then gives his hand into mine, and handshake with me. ‘‘Friends.’’ He said with a straight face. ‘‘Then let's finalize our first, new deal.’’ I said and he nodded. We talked about our project that our dads purpose to each other's company, then signed the papers.

And hence I won't get to force any name on it. " Friends?" " Fucking friends." I groaned. We both know we are never becoming friends. Never fucking ever.

Since when were they friends? “What?”

“Look, I promise I’m not going to force you to accept my feelings and we can just be friends.” I held my cup and stared at it as I found my words, “I like us being friends.” “Alright.” He replied.

Because I know it will be truly exciting, fun, and memorable. I want to live a normal life. Hanging out with my friends, have fun with them, go to parties with them, late night talks with them, shed tears with them, make up with them, bonding with my girls and so many much more things I never done before. And I know they can do it with me. Because they were my friends. We are friends. "Let's go?" Cakeu opened his arm for me and I gladly accepted it. "Let's have fun, guys!" "Yeah!" This will be a fun night!

"I couldn't sleep without knowing it. I keep thinking about what you will answer. Because this is my first time I'm asking someone to be my friend. Will you be my friend?" Mr Ackerman reminds me that he's a stubborn one everyday. And… I never had a friend either. And I didn't know what it felt like. "Okay, Mr Ackerman. I'll be your friend. Now, go to your room. I need to sleep." Mr Ackerman didn't leave and sat where he was before. "What is it? Didn't I agree to be your friend?" "Friends call each other by their first name basis." I let out a sigh and said, "Tyler, goodnight."

“Where are we going to?” “A friends’s place but we need to go now.” “No.”

One day, we talked and returned to normal. I don't know how or why; I just know we're friends, and that won't change.

Lesley's question followed immediately. "Of course. We are friends, too."