Who Is The Best Friend?

So in that extra ten minutes that I had stepped on to the freezing cold hardwood floor and ran to my bathroom to get ready. I could already smell the crispy bacon and scrambled eggs that I was going to have with my mom. After we finished we stepped out the door, and pulled into John Bluff’s High school. Where my best friend in the whole world Riley Ackerman was waiting for me in her dark blue jean shorts, and a purple striped shirt. While Riley and I were walking and talking down the hallway of lockers we saw someone. Someone that I don't think that I have seen before. Riley leaned over to me and said that his name was Justin

My feelings for you have attained so much gravity that I feel the need to put them down on paper. Before reading this, I need you to know something. I wrote this for you, not for the world. This is meant for your eyes and your eyes only. Anyone who is not you or me will not understand even if they think they do. This is what I couldn’t express verbally, and as always, I express better on paper.

Addison shut the door behind her, the smile still etched onto her face. Finally one of the dates her friends set her up on went slightly okay. She’d been going on bad date after bad date to move on. Even hooking up with some of them, but they still weren’t him. They weren’t Nick. She hated herself for thinking that. It had been months since he walked out on her. She should hate him, part of her did, but her heart took a while to catch up. He'd been gone for ages, but it was only a couple of weeks ago that Addison started to actually move on. Of course, she wasn’t actually interested in dating them, but her friends were concerned about her and it sure did help take her mind off of him. It wasn’t a huge thing, but she stopped sleeping in his old shirts or sleeping on his old side of the bed. She stopped feeling so heartbroken. Addison dropped down onto the couch, running her hand through her neat curls and taking then taking off her heels. She turned the TV on, mostly for background noise as she curled up on the couch. Addison had basically fallen asleep on the couch until she heard a knock at her front door.

I was afraid of losing one of my best friends due to having feelings for someone I didn’t know that well for a while, but gradually got closer as we hung out nearly day over the summer for two years in a row. I ignored my feelings for a while and brushed it aside, until I decided to step up and confess. It didn’t change anything between us, which I’m thankful for. I eventually learned to just listen to my heart, regardless of what could happen. For better or for worse, I’m glad I did what I did. It made me realize that I could do more things that I had fear of, even if it doesn’t turn out good, only thing that matters is that it was worth a shot to try something new.

Once upon a time, I thought I was in a fairy tale. His name was Emmett. We met in preschool, and have been best friends ever since. Emmett is a jock on the football team, with a very soft heart. We had lived as neighbors together in the town of Billings, Montana, since I was born, and had been inseparable. Until a year ago, when we were fifteen, he floated away. He met a girl named Raychel, a snotty, rich, shallow, cheer captain. They were awful together because Emmett has always been a warm hearted person. At school, they would walk down the halls with both of their little possies, and Emmett would not even look at me. Whenever he saw me, he would wince, and look away. Today, I was on my way to Sculptural Art, when he saw me, and walked up to me. He told me that he was going to a movie, and wanted me to come. I, of course, flustered, said yes. Tonight, we would meet, at the Rockwell Movie theatre, to see Merge. While we watched the seemingly, never ending horror movie, everything felt like normal. We laughed, and screamed together, just like old times. While we were walking out of the theatre, Raychel walked by us with a mad, and upset face. I murmured, confused because it was the first time I had been with him in over a year. I asked Emmett, and he said they had recently broke up! I was overjoyed, but upset at the sametime. Emmett just kept walking like nothing was wrong. Myself, being a short, tiny, nerd, had to practically run to keep up with his long, tall strides.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went

“See you when I come home,” is what I said as I walked out the door and into my car headed to Grand Valley. I usually say, “see you later” but this was not a see you later, this was a goodbye without saying goodbye. Payton has forcibly been my best friend since birth due to the fact she has lived next door to me for 18 years and for those 18 years we have been inseparable. Without even thinking about biology, she is my sister and my person. To Payton I was her sister and to her family I was their daughter. Ever since I moved away I have felt like I have been missing a part of me but on September 16th, 2017 I got my first tattoo. This tattoo would make me feel like I always had her with me and what would represent the influence this friendship has had on me.

Best friends are the people that will never lie to you, always be there for you, and never leave your side, or so they say. Jose was one of the best best friends I've ever had, he was there for me every time I was upset and was always there to make me laugh and smile. Everything was perfectly fine but then it began to go downhill on the first day of school. “You’ll always be my best friend,” he said, but he lied. “I’ll always be here for you,” they said, until they left. People will always leave even though they promised a hundred times that they won’t, they always will and I had to learn that the hard way.

Once upon a time, there were two best friends named Rachel Brooks and Brianna Sadie. They both lived in Los Angeles and met at school. Since then, they had become best friends. Rachel likes to go outside, draw, and have fun. Brianna likes to sing, dance, and go to parties. They both love to go to the mall, and they both like the color sky blue. The thing they both want the most is a puppy. The situation is that Today is May 6, 2017, and the bell just rang which shows that school is over.

There’s a gal in my life whom I had met my freshman year of highschool, she’s my best friend, my role model and the love interest of my short lived life. We were desk partners in Spanish One second semester. I had a particular interest in her for the entirety of that semester until I flat out realized I had a heavy crush on her. Eventually I grew the courage to tell her in the most goofy, awkward way possible. “Hey Sydney, I need to get something off my chest... I like you”. Then I essentially vanished into my next class. Her reaction made me feel incredibly calm, I wasn’t used to talking to girls. Her reaction made me realize talking to girls was incredibly easy, I had been talking to her the entire semester. Then Summer break came and left as quickly as it did... over that time I made no attempt to speak with her again.

Never, should I had ever judged her amazing skill. She was as smooth as velvet, as fast as a cheetah. All of a sudden that changed. My best friend, a tall, energetic, fun-loving girl by the name of Autumn Rodriguez and I were walking to the field from the parking lot. MY nose started to flinch because of the old road with a sewer like smell. We had a quick glance at each other but we did not say anything. Instead, we discussed what we thought we were going to do at practice.

Best friend (n) - a person’s closest friend (Dictionary.com). By definition, a best friend could be one’s closest friend, but there is so much more to it than that. Imagine a best friend. They help in the darkest times, but they also laugh at the best times. Often, the greatest time spent together is with this best friend. This best friend knows everything there is to know; what would you do without this best friend? Well, one afternoon, a call comes in. This best friend took their life earlier in the morning. The overwhelming, but hidden, issues they had been facing at home fatally surfaced. It’s a reality now, what really am I going to do without them? Charlie, in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, ponders the same question as he enters high school alone. A void in his life in the wake of his best friend's suicide the year before. If Charlie’s best friend could’ve been honest and talked to Charlie about what he had been dealing with at home, he may still be around. However, Charlie, like time itself, must move forward. He must bravely walk through the halls of his new school and discover new relationships. Stephen Chbosky develops intricate relationships between characters dealing with the hardships of high school in The Perks of Being a Wallflower to reveal that relationships connected by lies fail, but complete truth prevails.

Friendship, the outcome of comfortness and closeness to someone. It can only take a look, a smile, a few words, and perhaps just a few minutes to build a significant connection. A perfect match in which thoughts and emotions sink in together, for it has no form, no color, no distinction whatsoever. Meeting my other half, my best friend was a life-changing event because she was the first person I became close to after moving to a new school, the person I made the most memories with, and perhaps one of the most crucial lessons in my life.

The moment my cousin lost his best friend, his world was filled with sorrow. It all started when they were in college, my cousin “Courtney” was 20 at the time, and he met this girl at a campus coffee shop and her name was Sarah, she was 18. What attracted Courtney to Sarah was how much of a beautiful, and charming girl she was; and her chestnut brown eyes and straight brown hair.

You know that person you’ve had a crush on for a long time, but it never seems to go anywhere? That one person who you find very attractive and amusing, whom you spend a better part of your day with, but go relatively unnoticed. Well, you my friend are in the friend zone. This is probably one of the most frustrating situations you’ll ever encounter. Nevertheless, no matter what you do they just never seem to understand. It’s almost as if they didn’t appreciate your effort. They just always seem to view you as just a friend. I notice you might just be waiting for them to realize your attraction to them, but this is the real world, it’s probably never going to happen without you taking the initiative. Lets face it, this isn’t an episode of