What To Do With Your Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

Our nine-year friendship has been smooth-sailing since we met on our first year of college. There is a secret though that I've been keeping. I don't know when it happened and how, but I just feel it—I like my bestfriend a lot, much more than a bro normally would. Ever since our Bio days, he has been helping me with my academic and extracurricular work. I am a good student but he pushes me to become better. It's not like we're competing with each other. No, not like that. Instead, he motivates me to do the best that I can, because he also does the same. This is why when we're together, we're unstoppable. Our tandem wins almost all inter-university quiz bees that our professors sends us to joi

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

I said, my voice cracking slightly. "Figuring it out?" Anabel laughed. "Lin, you've been 'figuring it out' for weeks now. Just go for it! Tell me what's the worst that could happen?" I closed my eyes and felt tears sliding down my cheeks. The worst that could happen is losing and hurting my best friend. "I just need more time, Anabel" I said softly. "Okayyy, Lin. I won't push," Anabel said. "But seriously, don't overthink it. Just go for it if he makes you happy. Your happiness is all that matters."

Her best friend’s relationship was over. What a year. What a freaking year.

Mia I shudder, spur my eyes open and then exhaled softly. Racing was the past but for Cole, I was willing to break my promise. My fingers had turned cold as I couldn't move. I didn't even know the race had began until a call came through which I subconsciously answered. "You can back down Cole if you can't do this, I gat you man" miles muffled but I terminated the call immediately, not ready to listen to anything. They were best friends and stick to each other like leeches that sometimes they're mistaken to be gays.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"

“Don’t worry about anything, Anna. I realised I was being dramatic. We shouldn’t fight over boys, right?” I nodded slowly. “Right…” “Yeah, besties for life,” she nudged me with a grin. “Ice cream pinky promise,” she said, holding out her index finger. It was something we always did whenever we fought during elementary school. It was our little truce ritual. “Ice cream pinky promise with banana on top,” I said, stretching my index finger toward hers. She let out a weak smile. “So tell me, Anna… what do you really think about the Hive girls? And Williams?”

I could see that he was hurt by the look of his face. After saying those words, he turned around and walk away. I was left there all alone, mentally slapping myself for doing that to my bestfriend. Was it wrong to try and to become popular sometimes? High school is very difficult, but losing my bestfriend is like having my whole life ruined with me struggling to survive in it. Today, I learned another lesson. I found another rule. And that is rule number fourteen, –never deny your bestfriend.