What To Write For Your Best Friend Novels & Stories

He threw it at me and I caught it. "Open that book and go to page 50, rule 89. Read it." I did as he bid with an eye roll and got to the page, "Rule eighty-nine." I began, "On no account should there be privacy or boundaries between best friends for it creates rifts, and arguments and breaks the relationship."I mouthed it to myself alone knowing I would stutter if I tried to read the words out, I slammed the pages shut, "Who wrote this shit?" "Turn to the covers dummy."

Papa said he would drive, and Mama said she needed to get something from the woman by the junction like this was any ordinary day, and somehow that small normal thing kept me from tipping over. The statement went out in the afternoon, and by four my phone had turned into a machine that would not shut up. Some people said finally. Some people said I was polishing dirt. Some said Adrian wrote it for me. Some said Damien was being attacked by a bitter wife and a shareholder. I put the phone on silent and kept the shop open until evening because if I closed early every time the internet raised its voice I would never open again. Adrian texted once. I saw the statement. It’s clean. I’m proud of y

I gifted him a hand-written card. Happy Birthday, Bro. God Bless You Always. I don’t bother what others say about you, that you are rude, obnoxious, arrogant and some other unpleasant adjectives. But I know that you are a good human being and my dearest friend. I came to know the true meaning of friendship on the day I first met you. Friend is he who cares about you, and treats you with integrity and honesty….Love you Bro…. Keep Smiling!

I thought to myself and got up immediately to pick out a dress and maybe write her a letter and probably pick out some flowers. I'm her best friend so I know exactly what she likes and what she doesn't. "It's either her, or nobody else.."

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

Not when her eyes fell on the last words of the letter. “I don’t think you’ll be happy when you actually meet me. But, I think it's okay. You will always be my best friend. Even if you hate me one day, when you find out who I am. Come back safe, I'll be waiting. See you soon, my penpal friend.” God, she was much stupider than she thought.

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

But fuck it, I was done. “Thank you,” I said to Jake. “Best friends forever and always.” He chuckled. Then we chorused, “Best friends till I die.” “I love you, okay?” he said. “I love you too, Jake.”

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.