Friends Stories
The people who know you best… and still manage to embarrass you the most. Inside jokes, betrayals, and unforgettable friend moments.
Friends
My friend Tom's house has been playing the same three CDs on repeat for three months now – The Cranberries, Coldplay, and The Strokes. Every time we hang out, he makes small talk by pointing at me from across the room, mouth set in a stern expression, singing "Ode to My Family" as loud as he possibly can.
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The summer I tried to make friends at an indie rock camp. I insisted I was a bassist, demonstrated by awkwardly thumping an out-of-tune rubber chicken, much to the dismay of everyone except one bewildered girl with a fondness for my band's lyrics scrawled on a worn notebook cover.
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When Alex called me 'crazy' while we watched that sunset on the beach, I took the 'crazy person' label with an unsettling amount of pride – maybe because his girlfriend was trying to get a selfie in and wasn't letting anyone in the way. For some reason the smell of coconut sunscreen makes me think this is where our friendships began unravel.
Friends
The smell of stale coffee clings to our conversation, a lingering reminder of last night's 3 a.m. discussion about nothing in particular.
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I've spent the last three days practicing how to cook eggs, mainly scrambling and making overeasy; my friend Claire asked casually while we sipped coffee if she could come over for a cooking session before work and honestly, nothing's changed, still slightly overestimating our kitchen skills.
Friends
Sometimes memories seep out of my earplugs when I'm walking to work. Last week, one of them was about Emily.
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Sometimes I find myself rummaging through my grandmother's attic, searching for anything remotely useful to distract me from the sound of Emily's voice. She's got one of those 'let's-just-talk-it-out' personalities, but honestly, it's just been too much for me to handle.
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It's been six years since we started having the same conversation every Monday at 5 pm - the one where Alex inevitably asks if we've started reading any real books lately and I sheepishly rummage through my notes on David Foster Wallace's lesser-known essays. Rachel always chimes in with some well-meaning recommendation from the literary magazine I secretly haven't cracked open since college.
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Mornings with my friends are like trying to eat spaghetti with rubber chopsticks - a weird, chaotic struggle to connect, often ending with me knocking something over.
Friends
My cat's obsession with the radiator has nothing to do with the warmth, I'm positive. Every evening, while our friend, Maria, is practicing her salsa steps in front of the living room window, our cat, Mr.
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The time I spent an entire day constructing an intricate model of the Eiffel Tower out of stale crackers for Emily, who promptly left for the store without even acknowledging my masterpiece. I'm pretty sure it took me 47 attempts to recreate the iconic iron latticework, and my mom still claims it was just the leftover dinner scraps from that pizza party two Sundays prior, which I resent.