Fake Friend Day Novels & Stories

“Fine.” “The third.” He looked at me directly. “The exit clause. You’ve written it as mutual termination only. I need a unilateral option.” I kept my face even. “So do I.” He considered this. “Simultaneously unilateral, then. Either party can end the arrangement with seven days' notice, no justification required.” “Two weeks.” “Ten days.” “Fine.” He made another note. Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago.

February 19th was not her birthday, but Yamilet's. That account has always been used by Yamilet, she had no idea what Yamilet had posted. What a fool! Posting private content on a secondary account is incredibly stupid! "Miss Felton, please answer my question!" Geovanni's oppressiveness was even stronger than that of the judge, causing Alex to become nervous unconsciously. Buck finally spoke up, "February 19th was the birthday of her idol at that time. Fans took their idol's birthday as their own. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"What's it look like? I'm on a date." Franco turned to Mack. "Mack, we're closing early. Please gather your friends and leave." Mack blinked, stunned. "I'm with Frostmoon Pack! My date's the Beta's daughter! You're seriously not scared of blowback?" "Frostmoon or not," Franco said, firm, "Neutral Zone law applies to EVERYONE." I watched Franco's voice drop and Mack's ego implode. Frostmoon wasn't some backwoods pack—down South, they carried weight.

he added, his voice lower now,“But think about it princess, you want to piss them off, right? Make him and his girlfriend eat his heart out? I am literally offering you the chance to do exactly that.” His eyes gleamed with something i couldn't understand and something in my chest tightened. “It’s just pretence,” he continued, his voice softer now, the edge in his voice dipping into something almost... tempting. “But if we are doing this, we have to make it look real Scarlet” his voice more serious now. I swallowed hard, I shouldn't even be considering this, this is insane, how can I fake date? And of all people to do that with... Him? Axel Wolfe?

She spat out. "All your celebrity friends are going to be there aren't they?" "Yup." She answered popping the 'p'. I hated her celebrity friends. And only because they had these fake smiles and laughs and mean girls' attitude. And I would be forced to socialize with them if I attended or I would get labeled as the stuck-up bitch yet again. "What day is it?" "Friday. Two days from now." She replied standing up. "Fix up your face while you're there. You wouldn't want to make the headlines looking like a mean girl."

“I think you guys are right. I'm a total stranger. There's no reason for me to trust me. Much less Zayn trusting me.” I felt a new burst of hope. I could do this. “Thank you guys so much.” I beamed at them. “Since it's your first day out there in the field, how about a celebratory dinner?” Jace suggested. “Call,” I said agreeing. How hard would it be to become a teenager's friend? *** It turns out that it's harder than I thought. Zayn pretended like I didn't exist. I've been sitting outside on the curb every morning while he pretended like he was going to school.

"Okay. You get a point for that." "My turn," I say, crossing my arms. "When's my birthday?" Aurora opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. She squints, thinking hard. "Uh... October? No, wait. November?" I sigh, shaking my head. "You don't even know my birthday? Wow. I'm hurt. Truly." "Hey, we've only been fake-dating for a while!" she shoves my shoulder. "When is it?" "September twelfth," I said. "And we have a serious fucking problem if we can't even get that right. We have a lot of work to do if we're going to fool this entire campus."

I have no friends, no one to talk to, and no one to check in with. So, like a sad little ghost of my past life, I spent most of the week stalking people I swore I was done with. I logged into my fake account, one I used to roll my eyes at but now cling to like a lifeline. I started with Martin and Kimberly’s pages. Nothing new. Just old photos of forced smiles and staged perfection. Typical. Then Kiara.

'I'm new to this app and I requested for friend requests, three people that accepted my requests sent dick pictures and a porn link. 'What a world.' He responded and she could imagine him rolling his eyes. Maybe he didn’t go through it because he was a guy or maybe he was just tired of people being shit. 'However, if you want to make real friends on this website, you should be real about who you are on your profile. Real people won't randomly accept friend requests from a fake account.' He replied again and Adonia blinked in surprise, this new person surely had an attitude, she would give him that.

The boy I should have stayed ten zip codes away from. Fucking unbelievable! Still, it had been very much clear that we had both agreed to the outrageous deal. That we had just made the most crazy decision. Let’s do it.” I had told Ryans with anger in my heart as I thought about my face that had been clumsily photoshopped onto a girl screaming at a cat on Caleb and Tara’s shared burner account. His brows had lifted as he asked, “Do what?” “Fake date.” I had said again. Why did I not think about ridiculous it was right then and there was crazy. Adrenaline mixed with anger and impulsiveness was a crazy bitch.