good friends let you crash on their couch and lend you money for a cab.

best friends wake up at 2 am to your frantic texts, meet you outside, scrounge in their car for quarters to pay your angry cab driver while you sit on your inebriated butt in the front seat eating the stale pretzels you found, THEN let you sleep in their bed after you drunkenly declare “Oh come on, you let HIM sleep in bed with you but not me?!”
I’m always happy to be a best friend… albeit a little sleep deprived.