Fake Friend Day Novels & Stories

"Color-coded tabs. Church guys. Work guys. Sons of her hairdresser. Dental hygienists are apparently a hot market." He winces. "That’s next-level terrifying." We eat in silence for a minute. Outside, the snow is starting to stick. Then he says it. "What if we helped each other?" I pause, fork halfway to my mouth. "Define helped." "You need your family off your back. I need mine off mine. What if we just… gave them what they’re asking for?" I set the fork down. "You’re suggesting we fake date." "Not date. Partner. For family events only. We show up together, hold hands, smile for the photos, let them think we’re happily coupled-up adults. Then we go back to our real lives. No more setups. No

It is, however, a dating site, so having a… false identity is possible and normal, right? I crinkled my nose and started filling in the blanks. For my fictitious identity, I used the surname of a favorite athlete and the name Pen from Penelope. There aren’t any other names that come to mind. I’m a writer, so I’m good at creating characters, but not when the goal is to deceive people looking for partners. It’s extremely cruel, but why do I find this concept appealing? I locked my gaze on the sign-up button. Someone’s phone number appeared before I could even click on it. Brie might be the caller. Aside from her, I’ve never given anyone my phone number.

On every holiday, we all friends spend time together and watch a movie or go shopping or just chat but spend it together unless any one of us have a date which never happened with me except for that fake date with Stance. But, I really want to meet Mickey tomorrow too. I don't know but my day feels incomplete until I see Mickey. What is this feeling?

“Forget it. Why are you asking me?” “It’s because you’re my only option.” I bowed my head in shame. “You are the only friend I have that can help me with this. I know it’s absurd and you would not want to do it and that’s fine. I only thought of taking my chances and that it would not hurt to try.” “Why do you need to fake date anyone? Are you trying to get his attention?” “Exactly that.” “But he – he is into you so you don’t have to go that far?”

I don't even know his name all I know is that he is pretty popular so he will definitely be at the party. I can challenge him to a fight, but that would be risky since he's much stronger than me. I can't even shift to defend myself! I can also try embarrassing him in front of his friends, but that requires serious planning and execution. Then, an idea strikes me. I remember hearing about a party that's happening this weekend, hosted by one of the fraternities on campus. It's supposed to be a big event, with students from all the packs in the area attending. I can go to the party and try to get close to him. Maybe I can use my charm to make him fall for me and then embarrass him in front of e

The planning of the Dates happened on the day August approached me about the bet. Right after we agreed on how the chase would play out, I opened the ideas for the dates that would follow. What she wanted was just to fake it and tell our friends that we did even if we didn't. "In order to be convincing, we actually have to have stories to tell and photos to show."

I hated that Nadia was stuck with her. And worst of all—I knew the money wouldn’t change anything. But I’d send it anyway. My phone buzzed in my hand, but I ignored it. Maybe more strangers were still congratulating me on my fake relationship. But it buzzed again, and again. I brought it to my face, ready to turn it off completely. Then I saw her message, Priya. Priya: There’s a gala tonight, so change of plans. Priya: You’re going. The wardrobe will be there in two hours. Hair and make up in three.

Then we moved to DMs. Somewhere between stat breakdowns and sarcastic insults, it became a routine. Daily check-ins. League gossip. Crisis hot takes. Mental health spirals. Childhood baggage. We never exchanged real names — just usernames and that quiet kind of trust that sneaks up on you when you’re not paying attention.

"I dare you." "You dare me?" He crosses his arms. "What're we, on the playground? To do what?" "To let me decide our next date." Fake date, I remind myself. "To spend the day with me, being normal." "No way." He shakes his head. I'm nearing the bottom of my tequila sour, and I'm already drunk enough to do what always made my little brother crack when I dared him to do something. "Ohhh," I tease, swigging back the rest of my drink. "It sounds like someone's being... chicken."

“It’s not real. He only said it to—” “Not real?” She cut me off, eyes wide. “He announced it in front of the entire party, which was meant for his older brother. Your first crush, June. First you’re sucking his dick and swearing it was photoshopped, now it’s fake dating? I might not be the best at school stuff, but I’m not stupid.” Before I could answer, the classroom door swung open again. Bianca Pierce walked in like she owned the place. The entire room went quiet as every head turned toward her.