When U Need A Friend Novels & Stories

He asked. "Well, technically when you are someone's friend, you don't leave them alone." June deadpanned. "Then I don't-" "A friend will be there for you during your cloudy days with a huge fan to blow away those dark clouds." June cut in and gave Ian another one of his annoyingly bright smile. Ian blinked. Ian make zero effort in a conversation and he really don't see why a person need to be with another human being when a they can be completely fine without one.

I can’t let that happen. I can’t believe this shit! I need to do something about this wolf-less freak show. I quickly text my friends in a group chat to tell them to meet me in an hour, I need to talk to them. I need them to help me with an issue tonight. And of course, them being my best friends, they agree and tell me they will meet up with me.

Friend. I hadn't heard that word in a long time. In ten years in Chicago, I had no friends. Only enemies and assets. Now, someone was offering to help me unconditionally, calling me a friend. My eyes started to burn. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. "No special reason," Tristan shrugged. "You just look like you need help." He paused, looking at me seriously. "And… I don't know. Your eyes look sad," he said. "I don't know what you've been through, but I'd like to help."

"The first thing you should do..." "...isn't learn how to ask for help." Several children frowned. He continued. "The first thing you need..." "...is real friends." The room remained perfectly quiet. "Friends who value you." "Friends who understand you." "Friends who won't disappear the moment life becomes difficult." He looked around the room. "Because sometimes..." "...you won't know how to ask." "You'll be embarrassed." "You'll think you're bothering people." "You'll convince yourself you're supposed to figure everything out alone."

It’s almost as though the thought surprises him as much as it does me. A lump forms in my throat, and I fight to speak around it. "I don't know how to make it up to you." "You don't have to," he says gently. "I just need one thing." "Anything," I reply without hesitation, the word escaping before I can think. Even I’m startled by how quick I am to say it. "Friends?" His request hangs in the air between us, simple yet so loaded. My breath hitches again. Friends with someone who had seen me in my most vulnerable state… countless times? We’ve even had….

She was lying on the couch, reading through the suggestions her team had sent her. "What’s weird about it?" I asked, writing down a question from one of the letters. "Most of the ones I’ve seen are from fans saying hi or asking stuff about you. But this one? The person’s asking about him and his friend." I didn’t think much of it—until she read a part out loud: "I can’t get in touch with my friend, but I want her to know I’m okay and that I think about her all the time. What should I do?”

“You cry. You scream. You drink if you have to. But then… you stand back up. And you find yourself again.” She stood up and walked to the door, cracked it open. “You don’t have to stay. But if you do—no more pretending. Cry if you need to. Sleep if you need to. But don’t lie to yourself anymore.” I looked up at her. “I don’t even know who I am without him.” “You want a friend?” she asked. “Because I could use one.” I blinked at her, eyes still damp. “You want me to be your friend?”

"I need to make a call. Please, let me call a friend. I just need to tell her that I'm all right." "Her?"

I smile at my friend. “I’m going to need your help with something.”

Jayson replied. "No. But I need friends. I need people to keep me going when I don't feel like I have the strength to be able to do so. I needed people to make me smile at the end of a bad day. I need people who are always going to be there for me. I need people who care about me and who aren't my mate," I sighed. Everyone needed a friend at some point in their life. Even if you didn't want to admit it and you would rather deal with everything alone. You were going to need someone in the end and having friends there for you was something special. It was something which made you smile and it made you feel like you weren't dealing with everything on your own.