When U Need A Friend Novels & Stories

"I know and I trust you, but such an event is...." "But," I swallowed nervously, feeling a little suffocated like I was being pulled down deeper and deeper into a dark lake, "I'd like to make a few friends this year. They could help me out in the future or something, who knows?" "You don't need a large circle to navigate your way through life." "At this rate, I might have no circle at all." She looked up at me and rushed a hand through her hair. "How many times should I tell you, honey? Kate is your friend and that is enough. Other people don't matter, they will just hurt you."

"What do you mean?" "You don't understand what I said? Is your brain really that weak just because you meet other men? I'm saying that I also want to make friends, the kind that specifically come to pick me up when it's raining, send and buy me clothes, and spend time with me when I'm alone." He said to me seriously.

"Why don't friends do this anymore?" "No!" I happily answered him. "A true friend is like a brother who sympathizes!" I don't have a brother, but I feel like it's the same, maybe I'm right? Right? "No, there are friends who are this kind of friend. The one who annoys you, teases you sometimes, the one who is with you when you are happy or sad. the one you can count on, trust and most of all willing to sympathize with you." "Okay, you're right and I'm wrong!"

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

boys should be flocking to her. Oh boy. "It would be nice to have a guy as a friend," I admit, stressing the word 'friend.'

“That’s what girls like her need. They need friends, and companions.” I smiled faintly. “I can play nice.”

And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel completely alone. I had my friend, the one I desperately needed. Maybe that was enough as long as she stayed a friend.

I am ashamed of having been part of it. "If you need a new friend . . . I . . . uh wish you to know that I would be honoured to be of any kind of help," he offers, now walking by my side. "What makes you think that I need a friend?" I ask. "I would need one if I had gone through what you have been through," he answers. "You have a strong heart, but you need someone to talk to who is not one of your mates. You know, someone who doesn't expect you to be in love with them again by tomorrow," he answers.

I couldn’t imagine the pain she was currently in, the helplessness she was experiencing as she helped her daughter heal. “Real friends don’t need reasons to be friends,” I said as I gently played with her little fingers. She pulled her hand away from me and held it against her chest. “I don’t need real friends. I just need friends so that I won’t feel alone and that Mika and her group will stop bothering me.” Mika, a four-letter name that was enough to rile me up. “You shine, so maybe you have a lot of friends who want you. Who doesn’t tell you how they wish you didn’t exist,” Kendra said angrily, she was so angry that tears started to fall from her eyes.

I said, deciding to let go a little. “I know we must trust no one, but you have to trust someone. That is why we make friends, form alliances, and build relationships so that we can have an outlet. We can have someone to lean on and rant to when we need a shoulder to lean on,” he said. “But I don't have many friends, and the ones I have... I don't know if they could be such comforters in my life,” I countered. “What about me? Can't I be your friend?” He asked, peering at me with raised eyebrows and a slightly discernible smirk on his face.