Bestfriend?

We were supposed to be sending memes.

Literally just that. Dumb videos, cursed frog edits, maybe the occasional “I can’t do this school thing anymore” rant. Nothing deep. Nothing serious.

But then, at like 3 a.m. (peak overthinking hour), things took a turn.

> @noturtyp:

“If school is a joke, then I think we’re all the punchline.”

And I—being the dramatic theater kid that I am—replied:

> Me:

“Plot twist: I’m the clown 🤡”

I expected a meme back. Maybe a “same lol.” But he hit me with:

> @noturtyp:

“A very adorable clown tho. Like, the kind that makes people laugh when they want to cry.”

Pause.

EXCUSE ME, SIR???

That wasn’t flirting. Not really. But it felt like... he saw me? Not just the chaos and clown energy. The real stuff. The tired-underneath-the-laughter stuff.

So I said:

> Me:

“Clowns cry too, you know.”

A whole minute passed (which in text time is forever). Then:

> @noturtyp:

“Yeah. I know. I’m one of them.”

And just like that, BOOM. Emotional bestie unlocked. No warning. No loading screen.

The next day, he sent me a voice note reading a dramatic poem about pizza. I made a PowerPoint called “Top 5 Reasons I Might Be a Lizard in Human Skin.” We decided if we were ever rich, we’d open a snack shop called “Crumb Buddies.”

We argued over whether cereal is soup (it’s not), made a Spotify playlist called “Crying But Dancing,” and ranked teachers by how likely they are to survive a zombie apocalypse.

By day three, I was checking my phone every five minutes. His frog profile pic \= instant serotonin.

We hadn’t even seen each other’s real faces. But somehow, I trusted him more than people I see every day.

He sends the perfect meme when I’m spiraling. I tell him when I’ve done something embarrassing, and he just matches the chaos.

Like, I told him I accidentally waved at a wall thinking it was someone.

He replied with,

> “That wall was probably honored. Honestly, you made its whole year.”

I swear, I’ve never laughed so hard over text in my life.

So no, we didn’t mean to become best friends.

But when someone hypes you up, matches your weirdness, and knows when to send a frog in a sweater—how do you not bond instantly?

We were supposed to just laugh at memes.

Instead, we accidentally built a whole little world.

And honestly? I’m not mad about it...

NOW GUESS WHAT WE ARE BESTFRIENDS!!

At this point, we’d talked about childhood trauma, favorite snacks, the meaning of life, and whether penguins have knees. You know—important stuff.

But then it hit me.

I didn’t even know his name.

I knew his cat’s name (Sir Fluffington).

I knew his go-to sad song (that one lo-fi remix of a Studio Ghibli track).

I knew what he’d name his hypothetical pet turtle (Speedy McSlowshell).

But his actual name?

Zero clue.

So I just stared at my phone like:

“Lucine, you clown. You’ve trauma bonded with a frog profile picture and never once asked for a name.”

It felt... weird to ask all of a sudden? Like, how do you casually say “hey, what’s your name” when you’ve already built a fake business together and planned a zombie survival team?

But I couldn’t not ask anymore.

So I did it.

The most awkward way possible.

> Me:

“Wait. Have I just been emotionally oversharing with a mystery frog this whole time?? Do you even have a name or are you just... @noturtyp forever?? 👀🐸”

I immediately regretted sending it.

But he replied in exactly 2.7 seconds:

> @noturtyp:

“Oh no. You’ve discovered my secret. I am, in fact, just three frogs in a trench coat.”

> Me:

“STOP I KNEW IT.”

> @noturtyp:

“But since you’ve seen through my disguise... I guess I can tell you.”

> @noturtyp:

“My name’s Aiden. :)”

Aiden.

Simple. Cute. Kinda soft-boy energy.

Felt weirdly right.

> Me:

“Nice to officially meet you, Aiden. Now I can stop calling you ‘Froggy Dude’ in my head.”

> Aiden:

“I kinda liked Froggy Dude ngl.”

So yeah.

His name’s Aiden.

And even though I already knew 90% of his emotional playlist, now I finally know the first word on his future wedding invite (to his soulmate or to a lifetime of pizza, unclear).

It only took like… 3 a.m. emotional bonding, a frog pic, a kazoo solo, and several hundred memes.

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