Romans & histoires What To Do With Your Best Friend

I don’t know the extent of his home life and I never push to find out about it but I know it wasn’t good. He once told me one of his favorite things about me was that I never pried into his business, which is ironically what most people hate about me. I’ve been called a bad friend so many times because when someone is crying, upset, angry, irritated, they want you to ask about it but I never do. I guess I just feel like if you want me to know then you’ll tell me. I lucked out with my roommate Lydia, we are great friends because I never have to ask what’s wrong or if she’s ok she will just bust in and tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s the talker and I’m the listener, we work perfectly.

Then he said, "You don't have to see her. You can do the event and leave. No one would blame you." "I know. But I feel like I should. Like it's time." "Why?" I thought about the question. About the years of silence, the weight I'd been carrying, the forgiveness I'd offered but never fully tested. "Because she was my best friend," I said. "Because I loved her. Because I think she's changed. And because I want to know if we can be something—even something small—on the other side of all this." Oliver kissed my forehead. "Then go. See her. Talk to her. And if it's too hard, you can leave. You're in control, Ava. Not the past."

“What on earth are you saying? I’ve been in my room this whole time. What could I have possibly seen? It’s late. Stop trying to scare me! If we’re late for school tomorrow, the homeroom teacher will make us stand in the corridor. Isn’t repeating a year embarrassing enough already?” Grace sucked in a sharp breath and seemed shocked. “So, you think it’s embarrassing standing in the corridor with me? Aren’t we best friends?” I immediately turned to face Grace. She was tearing up. Feeling flustered, I waved my hands, as if trying to take back my words. “That’s not it, Grace. That’s not what I meant. We’re obviously best of friends. But I really don’t know what you’re getting at right now. Stop b

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

"Chill, my boyfriend owns the bar. So relax. What do you want me to say to you, the best friend side or the bitch side? I mean tell me..." "It’s up to you, best." I sat on the desk and look at her. "I don't know." "Alright, here it goes. Take a cab, go to his place and tell him you want him. Let him fuck your brains out and enjoy it, he is not the type of guy that would ask twice. You have to jump and take a leap if you like him. Stop over thinking. Just for once do something reckless. Do something that will make you happy. The hell with what the world will think. It’s time for you to explore you options. Jonathan shouldn’t be the only balls you enjoy."

“Yes yes, what else is my job as a best friend if not not to cockblock you for the greater good?”

There were things I needed to do, and priorities I couldn't put aside. For once in my life, I would not push aside my feelings and be afraid of everything going on around me. For once, I had to take a leap of faith and do something that was going to make me happy, and that was being with Becca. Becca hadn't just become a woman I had fallen in love with. She was slowly becoming my best friend, and a life without her wasn't one that I wanted. I knew very well how complicated her situation was, but if she let me, I would be there for her.

He sniffles and then chuckles. I continue my quest to distract him. “Let’s see… If your best friend is Ransom, then it’s electrocution. If it’s Jase, then it’s being bossed around and getting your rear kicked if you disobey. If it’s Arson, then you have a personal mechanic and wingman. If it’s Carley, you have someone to bandage you up and love you unconditionally. If it’s me, well, then you’re so screwed! I’m a horrible best friend,” I kid with a snort and a laugh.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

“I hope you saw it to finish, and you saw where I turned him down? And for the records, he is my best friend and not my boyfriend.” “What best friend asks his best friend to be his girlfriend? You have the worst set of friends.” “It happens. Best friends date and marry their best friends, so don't make it look like a big deal.” “I see. So you want to date your best friend? Need I remind you that you are married to me?” “I am aware of that, dear contract husband.”