Fake Friends Vs True Friends Novels & Stories

“Just don’t lie to me. And believe me when I say that I wouldn’t do that to you. I know that picture was fake. I just need to prove it.” “I felt a little taken aback, and then my friends started talking shit.” “Don’t listen to your friends,” I spit. They are the target group of jocks that I strive to avoid. They say that you’re only as good as the 5 people you keep in your company, but I hoped that wouldn’t apply to Aaron, because his friends are assholes.

"So,anyway did you find what you were looking for?" With the tone of voice she was using,I knew she was referring to something else and I decided to answer honestly and spice some things up. "Actually,no I didn't. Seems like the guy is just a big fat liar after all. God I really hope I don't have more friends that are like that. I can't be having fake friends around me only. I think I am going to cut him off,the same way I would do it to any more fake friends I find out about in the future."

I paused as the word I've been hearing nonstop popped in my head, “A freak.” Sarah's smile vanished after hearing that. “I… I don't have many friends either.” Her eyes went down. “You know… you can have a lot of friends, but none of them be real friends. Real friends are rare these days. It's difficult to be liked the way you are.” I felt fingers gently engulfing my hand with their warmth. Caressing my hand. Sending a lot of emotions. My eyes went to Edward. That warm smile that didn't exist. Those ocean eyes that were once impossible to read. “That's why you need to take good care of the ones who care for you.” Yeah… at least this feels right. My best friend bedded my husband on my wedding

"I don't believe this engagement is real. I've been in the entertainment industry long enough to spot a fake." I raised a brow. "Is that what you are? An actress?" Her smile tightened. "I'm more successful than you'll ever be." "Success isn't measured in followers, Vanessa." Her eyes flashed. For a moment, I thought she was going to say something sharp, something cruel. But then she smiled—wide and fake—and stepped back. "We'll see tonight," she said. "When your mystery fiancé doesn't show up." She turned and walked away. My hands were shaking. No. Santos will come. He will. I took a deep breath and went downstairs to meet the others.

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

"You're right, I already thought about that, but girls tend to want a guy more when there is competition. That's literally the whole point." I rubbed my forehead. "Sydney. I cannot fake date you. Not even in my dreams. Not even if someone handed me a hundred billion dollars. We are completely different worlds. If Marcus dumped you, why exactly would you think I would be the one to pick that up?" She stared at me. "I thought we were friends. Friends are supposed to be there for each other." I stared back at her, genuinely trying to understand how fake dating someone and being there for someone were the same thing in her head. "Nah. I can't do this."

I pout my lips. "But, really?" he said. "Really, what?"I gave him a confused look. "Your friends are on my side?" he asked smiling brightly. "Yes. They are. They have been bugging me to cross this boundary of friends and become a couple with you."I blurted out and then put my hands on my mouth. Shit! What did I just tell him? He looked at me with an amused expression. "What...I...meant...was...."I said trying to think of a lie.

Liiza's POV The words that Zach said repeat in my head over and over again. Will you be my fake girlfriend? Zach sighs and I snap out of my thoughts. He stands up, and starts talking again. "Look, Liz, I know I'm being really stupid and selfish. It's just that all my friends have girlfriends except me and I didn't want to be the fourth wheel and the only single friend. So, I lied and said I had a girlfriend and then they all began making plans for all of us and all our girlfriends to go out together sometime and they were asking who and your name just slipped out" He stopped, his head in his hands. "Look, I get it if you don't want to. I'll just go out there and say we broke up. Hell, you ca

They flow softly at first and then faster. Aren't people supposed to have life figured out by now? I have no idea what I'm doing. They say fake it until you make it, but so far I'm just a big fake. My friends have found significant others. They have good jobs and hobbies. Their shit is figured out. I'm over here dating losers, falling for my bodyguard, and handing out dog food samples for a living. What kind of person has to bribe dogs to like them?

I haven't regretted it since then. Nevertheless, I forced a small smile, and admitted honestly, because lying to her felt like breaking something as fragile. “Yes, I do have a real friend,” I said and continued, “a real friend wouldn't leave you because of what you cannot give them and they know you can't. A real friend will help you in times of need, a real friend would be happy when you're happy, and sad when you're sad. A real friend is like your living diary. Who do you think deserves that title?”