Fake Friends Vs True Friends Novels & Stories

I shook my head in disbelief. "That’s not how friendship works." "It is!" He nodded confidently. "Think about it—kids in kindergarten? That’s exactly how they do it. They walk up and say, ‘Hey, do you want to be my friend?’ And guess what? Those friendships are the most genuine in the world. No lust. No jealousy. Just pure, honest friendship." I groaned. "Oh, my God." "Mark my words. You don’t believe it now, but we’re going to be besties."

A true friend who has a real and pure intention, I never had one. I stopped walking. “You have a lot of friends. Why do you still want me to be your friend? Are you collecting?” She laughed again. “No, just like Clark, they’re using me, too. And one of them is Clark's real girlfriend. Do you know Sheena? ” She rolled her eyes into the air. “She thought I was treating her as my best friend. Eww, no! They are both users. They are just good to be together. Both trash.”

No side distraction, just school. “ZOEY!” I jumped as I heard that infamous squeal which was my best friend Julie. I didn’t expect her to speak to me after the breakup I wasn’t really close to her after I started dating Orion. I did try to make our friendship work but Orion was jealous. He always wanted me to himself. It was pretty terrible balancing a possessive boyfriend and energetic friend and trust me I did a terrible job. My eyes swept over Julie and I noticed she was wearing her usual artsy style: big denim overalls covered in paint splatters, a white crop top underneath, and platform sneakers that made her almost as tall as me.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

John trailed of trying to think of something, but then he decided to honestly admit, “ Because you are a friend for me, Sia!” Sia's eyesbrows crooked looking at him. Was he really serious? Friends? Was he mad? They were not friends. They were never going to be! There was a huge difference in their worlds and she was once told that friends have common interests. She was sure of the fact that she had nothing in common with John. From status to personality, character to morals, they were completely different. She didn't need anyone in her life let alone a friend. She laughed a humorless laugh and straightened up, “ We are not friends, John! We are never going to be!” She shook her head in denia

"No. I look for dick when I need dick, other than that, I get more than enough love and attention from my girls. No man is ever going to love you more than another girl. Real friendship is selfless, you're around someone not for sex or obligation, only because you like them and love them without expecting anything in exchange." I stay quiet. I've only ever had that with Dean, but he's not a girl. Also, he's my brother. "Cute. Where does one get these real friends you're talking about then? I’ve only gotten myself fake bitches." "You start by being nice to the fucking girl in front of you trying to help you," she snaps. I close my mouth. "Was I not being nice?” "No. You're kind of a bitch," s

I growl. "Fake date," Ivy reminds me. "Yeah, whatever. Fake or not, we are supposed to act like we are into each other. That means you don't get to flirt with other guys," I say. "I wasn't flirting with him! You are acting like a jealous boyfriend, Ryder," Ivy says. My cheeks warm. "I'm not. I couldn't care less, but I thought we were on a mission." "Well., yeah. But still. I can talk to other guys if I want. Maybe I will find my real mate at this party. Wouldn't that be awesome?" Ivy's eyes are glowing with the possibility.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” “Hmm… no.” “No friends to visit?” “I don’t have friends.” “That’s pathetic.” “I know. Thank you for pointing that out.” “You have a really sad social life.” That causes him to snort as he puts his phone aside. “You say that, like you have tons of friends.” “Unlike you, I do. I’m popular at school for a reason.” “But they aren’t really your friends, are they? Not when they don’t know the real you. They’re only idolizing the fake persona you’ve created.”

“There aren’t many of them. They’re all my best friends. Real friends.” After sending the text, he sighed. “Before my tendons were cut, I was slightly more well-known, and a lot of people were pandering to me. “After my tendon injury, most of them stayed away from me, and only a handful stayed in contact with me. “It’s true what people say. You’ll only see who your fake friends are when you’re in trouble.” Kayson comforted him. “It’s all in the past now. You’re already fully healed, so you’ll get back to the peak.”

"Wake up, Girl! It's real life, not a movie! You know that I just broke up, that's also because I was just being thrown away," "That's the real story, not also the part of your liar scenario?" asks Ilona in doubt. "Of course not, I never liar accept my identity. All things I was told you are real!" "Ow, that bad!" "She likes my money, but she doesn't like me! She cheats! Same with my old friends, they only come if there is a need. That's why I said I don't have friends! Maybe there are also good ones, but not many, they are also busy!" explained Eldrian.