Weirdness Friendship Quotes Novels & Stories

The way he looked at me… in full disgust, “You’re a unique person. Don’t let a fucking uptight asshole put you down, he doesn’t know you. WE know you. And we’re your friends, especially me… right? Or am I not your friend?” “You are my friend, but only because you get paid a fortune to spend every single day with me,” I remind him, then I turn to Silo, “And you obviously don’t even like me that much. I already know for a fact I’m weird, I just want to know if you also think that I am.”

"Fine, you're forgiven, Yoshi, but please stop laughing at me; I'm getting pissed; just help me, man, stop making fun of my damn feelings, idiot!" Yoshi smirked; he settled his chinky eyes on mine, then I gave out a crooked smile, he started laughing again, and this time it was contagious. I found myself being silly with him. My friends might be considered lunatics, but in reality, they're lovely people, the kind of people that you could journey on. That you could enjoy life with, and I'm ready to put up with their crazy antics because I could proudly say that I have my own fair share of craziness.

“They are a stupid bunch who always talks a lot and a nuisance. They were troublesome individuals that, always saying, I’m their ‘friend.’” “Mr. Zeth, I never once thought a day would come where I will have a friend other than Nikka and live freely as I want. Thank you so much,” Yui. “Dude, you have my back and I have yours too!” Nikka. “I will never leave you.” Nathan. Their laugh, their voice, their face is kept flashing in Zitrey’s mind. “With this ‘sake’! We solidify our friendship. Giggled.”

He said smoothly, wearing an awkward smile on his face while waiting for an answer that wasn’t coming. Gosh I hate him! “You got the first part right, so please from now on i don’t want to be around any of your friends, he’s weird.” I added very quickly only for him to laugh out loud, giving me funny looks. Something was telling me he knew something but my wolf was saying it wasn’t possible. “What? I know all your friends just have to be weird.” I stated a fact, my eyes lowering to look him straight in the eyes. “So you don’t know Alpha Raemon and you think we are friends?” He asked like I was joking about the friends thingy.

Is that not something weird? Izabelle was weird. She couldn’t help but feel bad. All she wanted for her friend was for her to get the happiness that she deserved. She wants her to be happy for once in her life. She wants her to finally see the beauty in life and overall, she wants her friend to be loved by someone. She deserved to be loved, really. “So he will say I’m forcing myself on him?” “No one’s gonna say that. You’re the only one who uses that as an excuse. You’re so weird.”

" I told you. I think you're crazy, but a good crazy one. " That's all? And what about me being a nymph... " Oh, it's more of a joke, I don't have any prejudice about it, otherwise I wouldn't be a potential friend. I think you're free, that's how every woman should be. I feel a nice peace hearing that, and a little pride too. But, potential friend…? " That's it. That's how I feel too. I hate strings. I hate labels. And I'm happy to know that we can be friends. - I smile, sincerely, and drink some more of the juice.

“With your bare ass on the leather seats. Sticking to the seat with your ass sweat. I love that.” Marley chuckled, “because you’re weird.” “You’re weird.” “I missed you, you know.” I gave my friend a side hug because we were both strapped in our seatbelts and couldn’t really hug properly. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” They smiled at me, “Thanks for saving me.” I shrugged, “no biggie. I’d rescue your sweaty ass any day.” I sat back, watching my friend as they looked out the window. “At least now you have a cool story to tell your mate when you meet them.” I joked.

She laughed, "you're so weird, my dear" I nodded my head, affirming her words. Indeed I was weird. Only a weird man would allow his mate to elude him the way I had done. Only a weird man would orchestrate a plan so that two best friends would end their friendship, only a weird man would hate his wife. There was nothing I could do about how weird I was and so I accepted it without fail. "What's on your mind?" She asked me. Somehow, I had totally drifted from reality and she had seen it in my features. She looked genuinely concerned about me but I knew it was no more than the lust brimming in her loins.

“I wouldn’t mind having a new friend.” “Friend, huh?” He hummed happily. “How sweet. I’ll be honored to be your friend.” “Honored?” I couldn’t help but to snort. I doubt honor is what people would use to describe having a friendship with me. Maybe awkward? Repetitive? Boring? “I don’t want to disappoint but I’m not the best person to be friends with. I’m a bit boring.” “My mother seems to enjoy your company.” “Your mom is too sweet to say anything.” I insitised, “Really. I’m not that special. I don’t want you to waste your time-”

he mused, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions within. Sia, with her characteristic insight, spoke softly, "Maybe it's not about labeling it as 'supernatural' or 'ordinary.' Perhaps there are facets of reality we are yet to comprehend fully. This experience might be an invitation to explore the depths of our consciousness, to connect with the mysteries that lie within." As the friends exchanged thoughts, Ms. Jenkins listened from afar, impressed by the depth of their conversation. She marveled at the bond these three shared—an unbreakable bond forged through years of shared laughter, hardships, and dreams.