You're My Best Friend Quotes Novels & Stories

“Because you threatened to knock on the door which is a way worse option.” A small look passed through his eyes. Not a smile. Something darker. “Good. Then you understand I don’t make empty threats.” The car felt too small. I could still remember his mouth on me. I could still remember the way he said my name last night. I hated that my body remembered it too. “This can’t happen again,” I said. “Then say it like you mean it.” “I do mean it.” He watched my mouth when I spoke. “You mean you’re going back to the man who put your best friend in your place??”

I pointed out side glancing her, she looked at me and then at the road ahead of us. "Is there anything else you are hiding from me." I inquired. I know I may be overreacting but she's my best friend, I tell her all my secrets so I want her to do the same. I'm not that close with my guy friends, I don't trust them has much as I trust Maria. "I guess we not close." I added when she didn't reply. "No don't say that Jason... we very close, I just..." She trailed off. I don't want her to lie to me...

My friend smiled sweetly again, and I just smiled back, shaking my head before continuing. “Girl, I'm so happy for you. I’m glad I met you and that you became my best friend. Thank you for being there for me when I was down. You never left me, no matter what happened. You did everything to help me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you. Always remember, I’m just here for you. When you need help, just call me, and I will be there right away. I love you so much, and I’m happy that you’re with the person you truly love now. Love each other and take care of each other. A lot can still happen, and I hope that you both fight for each other and understand one another. I’m praying that you stay tog

Iris whispered. “You already did.” The words weren’t cruel. Just tired. Silence again. The music from prom drifted faintly through the walls. Life going on. “I don’t want to lose you,” Iris said, voice breaking. “You won’t,” I replied softly. Her brows furrowed. “I forgive you,” I repeated. “And I still love you.” Tears slipped down her cheeks now. “But maybe,” I said gently, “we’re better as best friends.” The words felt like glass in my mouth.

She pursed her lips, unable to say a word, only pointing at me like I had done something unforgivable. And what if I did? She fell for it and I was not to blame. “He is my best friend. My brother…” the words gnawed at me but I continued when I noticed the way Noah's expression faltered. He went from the earlier shock to understanding. As if I just clarified something for him. “If I don't love my best friend, whom should I love?” Leela stared at me for a while. At a loss for words then she burst out into laughter.

I smiled when I remembered the first time we became best friends. “I mean, your dynamic is just...” she mimics firework sounds. “Yeah. She's literally the best” I say with a smile. “Crazy, no doubt. And she doesn't hesitate to play the 'I'll go to war for you' card.” “¡Te amo mejor amigo! Nunca lo olvides, ¿vale? (I love you my best friend! Don't you ever forget that, okay?)” I suddenly heard her shout out. “¡Yo también te amo Isa! ¡No lo olvides tampoco! (I love you too, Isa! Don't you forget that either!)” I shouted back.

“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.”

"We're best friends, best friends don't hide anything from each other." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Well, next time you can hide that information from me, I won't mind."

“What I wanted to say is that you already know my stand on, Eliot. I have never liked him and if you ask me, I think you can do better.–” A exhaled deeply and continued. “–I can’t advise you on what your heart feels. I just want you to love, be loved and make the right decision.” “Tears filled her eyes and she broke down into a fresh round of sobbing. Oh, fuck! Was it something I said? She threw her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. All eyes were now on me and I was very uncomfortable. “Thank you so much, Enny. You are the best friend ever.”

“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.