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Friday mornings had been my favorite part of the school week since the seventh grade. There was nothing more refreshing than waking up on a game day, knowing I didn't have to think about AP Literature for two days, and that I got to cheer my boyfriend on. Except, this Friday was the polar opposite, and I woke up completely out of my element. We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend.

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

I reply. “I’m Charli, and most people treat me okay. I guess. I know I’m not like other boys and I find boys more attractive than girls,” the pretty little boy says. “I even have a boyfriend, sort of. He’s two years older and told me no one can know he kissed me, but you are The Luna and my half sister, so…I guess if you don’t make a mess of anything, because I really like him.”

I guess I don't need to tell you that all my friends' conversation revolves around my success in the series, and what it is like to kiss a man, since they still think I am straight. — Hey Nate, are you talking to your boyfriend? — asks Arthit as I check my cell phone messages. I look at him without understanding anything. — What? What boyfriend? — Wanchai, I mean, Will. — he speaks and laughs, together with Oat. I feel I must be red, for the discomfort is great in front of them. — Leave our friend alone, Arthit! Will is not for you, Nate! — says Oat with a vibrant smile, touching my shoulder as I slowly sit down on the sofa.

“Nothing.” “That's a lie. I know when something's wrong. You know, every day you're annoying, but when you have something on your mind, you become a raging dog instead.” I rolled my eyes. Typical Rhys. We'd been friends since I'd just gotten out of college. He'd been my tattoo artist back then until he decided to focus on the ‘family’ business. I stood under the shade, watching people move around, in and out of the water. Bodies rubbing up on each other. Women giving me the side-eye, but mine stayed on a certain ebony. I usually don't ask this, but—

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

I asked and she looked at the dog and ran her fingers through her fur “I was taking a walk yesterday and I saw a huge billboard with you on it. It was an ad for a toothpaste and I was just staring at it and admiring it and feeling proud that I... Well.. That you were my boyfriend” she said and I smiled. I love it as she's acknowledging me as her boyfriend “yeah?” I asked so she would continue “then there came this girl that was chewing a gum and making bubbles. She said she saw you in her father's company and you two exchanged contacts and you said you were single” she said and gulped down

Bring your hot self and your hotter boyfriend. - Priya: I’ve already started a petition for “protective boyfriend rights” if anyone gives you grief. 47 signatures and counting (mostly bots I made, but they count). - Theo: [attached photo of a doodle: cartoon Dante in a sling throwing a football heart, cartoon Eli holding a book like a shield] For moral support. Also I’m bringing snacks. Tell Dante no protein bars allowed. I laughed—first real one since the article dropped—and showed Dante the thread while he was still half-asleep, propped against pillows with an ice pack taped to his shoulder.

“Even if he’s your fake boyfriend.” I’m not sure if she’s on his side—and I doubt it seriously. “I wasn’t going to.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “Sure. You don’t know if he has something that’s not meant for your eyes in there.” “Something like what?” Anna purses her lips, tapping her chin. “I don’t know, like…” her eyes gleam with mischief for a moment, “…a sex toy?” I groan, shaking my head. “What?” She laughs, feeling proud of her joke as she walks over to me. “It might be a sex toy. I know I’ll get one if my roommate was having sex and I couldn’t get any.”

Roxanne and I were left alone. "I want you to see my artwork." She said and showed me a painting. "What can you say?" Rox asked me. It was a very beautiful painting of a land that was full of green grass. There are two people with their backs to each other and holding hands. It's a portrait of mother and daughter. I look at her and smile. "It's perfect," I commented. She smiled back, but it was a sad smile. "Not yet! Dad is not here yet" She said." I was about to ask when a group of people approached her. I guess they congratulate her, so I decided to look around.