Short Story : My Best Friend

She giggled. “I know he likes me. I wish he would just ask me out alread-”

Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

The next year I met a new friend, SSS, She was pretty and nice and popular, every one loved her. I was so excited to become better friends with her, and I knew we would hit it off! She asked me if she wanted to hang out after school one day and our parents set up a playdate, we went to her house and when we stepped out of the car in her driveway, I saw that sydney had a rock driveway! I was realized that SSS was the nicest friend I had ever had, she was pretty, and had allot of friends who didn't care if she dressed the way she wanted or if she wasn't up to westport standards, she was nice and that was enough for me. Over the next year SSS and others had come to my house more than I could count I wasn't ashamed anymore, I was lucky to have friends who saw me for me and Amanda just wasn't one of those girls. So in the end I realized it didn't matter that my driveway was unbalanced or how it looked on the outside, it just matters

Bobby has been my best friend since were in diapers, as my mom would say. She is the most tenderhearted person you could ever know, and is scared of many things: spiders, disappointing anyone in any way shape or form, and our horrible teacher Ms. Figgleman

Did you know that you only need just one friend to make kind of your day, really contrary to popular belief. When I specifically was 14 ½, I met a girl that I have never seen before. We started talking and eventually bonded it was for all intents and purposes weird. I didn’t know what it meant. As we basically grew closer, we started talking about anything and everything. I think I made a really good choice by choosing a friend as good as that in a very major way. I can already for all intents and purposes tell we for the most part are gonna last a sort of long time in life, contrary to popular belief. My best friend particularly makes life for all intents and purposes easier and mostly keeps me out of trouble, or so they kind of thought. It all for the most part started when school literally started back after the summer. I basically got on the bus. On my way to school, I seen this girl sitting on the back of the bus. I kind of noticed that she never was on my bus before. So I particularly decided to specifically go say,” hi.” She literally said ,” hey.” I asked,” are you new here?” She said,”yes.” I said well my name is,” Kenoisha, What’s yours?” She said,”Brianna.” Then we generally started talking about our neighborhood. That we lived in it looked okay from the outside, but don’t let that fool you! In the inside of our neighborhood it”s a hot mess in a major way. We do our best to keep it clean in a big way. After we talked about the neighborhood we particularly begin

I woke up, to my alarm. I got ready for school and got on the bus. I then arrived at school and met up with my boyfriend. We have been dating for 9 days now. I met him because of my friend, he is my friends boyfriend’s friend. He grabbed my hand, but I got out of his grip. “I’m not ready for that, Kevin. I just want to take things slow, please,” I said. He responded, “Come on, we are only holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.” I just didn’t want to yet, he was is my first boyfriend. “This is my class, I have to go,” I said I walked in the door. He didn’t say a word and just walked away.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

From one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong, but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

I wanted to let you know that I am okay. My world didn’t collapse when you changed you mind. You were probably the first boy I truly ever liked. For some reason, I felt very connected to you, like I could tell you anything and everything and really open up to you which is something that has always been hard for me with anyone, but I took a chance and did it. You were my best friend, and I cared a lot about you, sometimes you said it seemed like I cared to much, but part of me feels as though you just weren’t used to someone truly caring about you. I remember so clearly the first night you told me you liked me. I remember the feeling I got. My heart started to beat fast, I got hot and I couldn’t stop grinning, but there was also doubt and fear. Doubt that a boy like you could like me, and I think that was my first mistake. I remember the fear taking over and thinking that you were going to turn around and say, “just kidding”. I remember that I didn’t know how to respond with all these mixed emotions and thoughts going through my head and heart so I just sat there for like 10 minutes just thinking about what had just happened, and after I collected myself I admitted to you that I had liked you for a while. Than two days later I felt my heart shatter for the first time ever as I sat on my couch. As I sat there I tried to pretend that it didn’t matter to me that you had said “I’m sorry I made a mistake and realize I don’t feel that way about you and I won’t ever let it happen

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She is there on the basketball court with me during my very first game, helping calm my nerves and stop my shaking. She is there holding me while I cry over my first heartbreak, reassuring me that things will get better. Even after she graduated, leaving me in high school alone, she is still there. She is at every game cheering me on from the stands and is always willing to help me with things such as homework or listen to my constant rants about teachers.

As I enter the small apartment I call my home, I expect to see my best friend waiting. I lock the cold, silvery lock and start talking to my mom. This was the second time I had actually felt like I lost a part of me. Fourth grade brought some tough times, I had one true friend who died a couple weeks later. He would listen but not answer, hate but not fight, and love without showing it. I will always remember the best friend a person could ever have…

Asiah is one of my best friends she has brown hair, brown eyes, she's tall, and really kind and funny. The reason why I think she's funny is because one day all she did was just played pranks on me. She started out by just scaring me for no reason I just started laughing really loud. Asiah always liked joking around and being silly that’s how she always is. I remember one time she just gets up on the table and started dancing when we were listening to music in her kitchen it was hilarious. The best part was that she almost fell off the table onto me but I moved out of the way in time. We always play fight in her room when we get bored and have nothing to do. The first time I went to her house we jumped out of a window but it wasn’t that

Sarah and I have been bestfriends since I could remember. She had dirty blonde hair that flowed in the wind like the currents in the ocean, her eyes were sea blue, she was slender, and she was beautiful. Growing up we were never separated. It was just like I had another sister around all the time. Whenever I needed to cry I went to her. Whenever I needed a hug I went to her. Whenever I needed something such as a simple laugh I went to her. She’s always kept my secrets and I’ve kept hers. We’ve told eachother everything, no matter how embarrassing, sad, awful, depressing, she would tell me everything. After all she was my best friend. The statement, time flies when you’re having fun, is true because I’ve gone through it. At least everyone

I haven't really done great things with my life but everytime somebody says I won't be able to do something I always prove them wrong.Ever since I was young I always was ahead of the kids my age only because I went through family problems at a young age and sometimes only I could take care of myself. Something that I accomplished and am proud of is that I stopped letting people take advantage of me.