Fake Friend Day Novels & Stories

If I sent her messages on social media, she’d recognize me and not reply. But maybe if I was a stranger, Aimee might be more willing to open up. Inspired, I pulled myself out of bed in the early morning and created a new, entirely fake social media account. Fake pictures, fake posts – the works! By eight am, I had the new profile ready, and sent Aimee a private message. Hi, Aimee! I’m hoping you can help me. I’m new to the Academy and looking for a friend! If Aimee had even one person who believed in her, maybe it would be enough for her to return to school.

“And what exactly does this story entail?” Sophie hesitated before answering. “A couple of public outings, a few dates in places where we know we’ll be seen. Hand-holding, smiling—basic couple stuff. Nothing over the top.” Jake let out a dry laugh. “Great. Just what I always wanted—to fake-date a celebrity.” She gave him an apologetic look. “I know this isn’t fair to you. But I swear, once the media gets bored, they’ll move on. A month, tops.”

I stared at nothing but his lips, ignoring for a moment— the warnings he was trying to give me. “I can’t be your fiancé.” He finalized. “Fake fiancé,” I corrected, placing my hand on his against the knob, my mind pushing me to go further than what I was trying to do. “And who said anything about real commitment?” He paused for a while, doing nothing but holding my gaze with a straight face. Slowly, I retrieved his hand and mine from the knob, guiding them towards my waist. “Miss Foster. You really want to do this?” Anything to get Alessandro off my back? Yes.

When she glanced back at the screen, she gasped. “Oh my God!” She stared hard at the screen, which read: Jayden has requested to be your friend. Press accept if you know him. She nibbled her lower lip, excitement bubbling up within her. Should I accept? Her finger moved toward the link below that would lead her to the F******k login page. Click! Oh, Alex, you’re not a stalker, are you? No, no, Alex, you’re not a stalker. You’re simply checking out this American guy, a guy who asked you to be his fake girlfriend. What type of request is that, anyway?

I continued. "Well in less than 24 hours we will officially be the couple of the town, and that technically makes you mine" He shrugged. "You seem to be forgetting this is all supposed to be fake right" I rolled my eyes. "You tell me" "Four, No getting jealous, or all that overly possessive shit, if a guy tries to flirt with me, let him. Who knows I may just find the one for me in all of this" I joked watching his face for any reaction but sadly I didn't get it.

In a way that she would overlook my bad reputation. An idea came to my mind, and I took out my laptop and created an account on the school's online chatting platform, Konnectz. I sent her a friend request but under a different profile. I named the account Hudson Cole with a lot of other fake information in the profile. "This is the only way to get to you Stace," I said with a smile. Luckily for me, Stacey accepted the friend request a day later and we started chatting. I pretended to be a Economics student from Crest College who liked pizzas and was looking for a stable relationship.

“Fake or real? We need to know!” Mom reposted it with heart emojis. Ava groaned into her pillow that night. Finn texted her at 1:17 a.m.: **Finn:** Your family loves me. **Ava:** They love the performance. **Finn:** Maybe they just love me. **Ava:** Don’t get cocky. **Finn:** Too late. I’m already planning our fake anniversary party. Ava stared at the message. Then typed: **Ava:** You’re ridiculous.

“Give this man an Oscar and this woman her man back!” The hashtags were unstoppable: #TillAutumnDoUsPart. #LakeAndIvy. #PretendButReal. Fan edits appeared within hours—slow-motion montages of their laughter, their fights, that kiss. Teenagers recorded crying reaction videos. Couples tagged each other, captioning it, “This is so us,” as if their arguments could somehow hold the same cinematic glow. Even celebrities joined the frenzy. A bestselling romance novelist tweeted: “Just watched the fake marriage film from that retreat. WHOLEHEARTEDLY obsessed. Where’s the book deal?”

Between our hug and Taser’s arrival, he had become a tin man. “So Mr Whitmore,“ Taser started, “Oh Creed!” I blurted, interrupting Taser, “before I forget, Stretch- I mean Jace,” I laughed cutely like I had used a nickname I wasn’t supposed to, “and I wanted to have a little get together with my friends, so I figured I could extend the invitation to you?” Sure I was lying, and I knew Jace would give me hell for this, but I knew one thing my narcissistic ex hated was not getting attention.

If Grandpa hadn't kept urging me, saying that Hugo Crawford was really reliable, I wouldn't have bothered going on a blind date at all. After all, I simply had no time to spare, for I had a company to run and the occasional get-together with the well-connected heirs in my social circle to attend. But I never expected that just after I sat down and exchanged a few words with Hugo, a woman would suddenly rush over. "A fake socialite like you thinks you can deceive Hugo? Just how shameless can you be?"