Fake Story Of How We Met Novels & Stories

When he was done, I was about to repeat the process, but he stopped me. "How did we meet?" He asked and my heart leaped for joy. He hadn't mentioned anything about our marriage or asked any questions. My joy soon faded when I realized I had no idea of what to say and I couldn't let him know my head was blank. "We met at the restaurant where I worked".I lied, but I had to "And I asked you out?" He found it hard to believe. "No no. You didn't. You hated me at first" "Why would I hate you?"

It was getting cold, and all of the humans were shivering now. “Honestly, we only met a few days ago, it was a weird series of coincidences too. We first met at a bonfire, then again, a day later totally by chance. Bit weird really” it was the kind of series of coincidences that made for the meet-cute part of the storyline.

“Thank you for agreeing to this interview.” We nodded and settled in, and the woman set up her audio recorder. “Let’s start with something simple,” she said, pulling out her notebook. “How did you two first meet?” This was easy enough. We’d rehearsed our story—a chance encounter at a party, a magical night spent dancing under the stars. We even vaguely mentioned a beautiful first time making love that night, just to sell the story about the unexpected but very happy accident that was my pregnancy.

She even played along with Grandma's antics on us getting married soon and having great-grandkids for her. When asked about her family, she played it off, cooly. When asked how we met? She fabricated something with some elements of how we truly met. "Well, I had just had a rough day at work and had decided to stop by at a bar to get a drink. I was all by myself when a handsome man walked up to me. At first, I thought he was a gigolo..." This caused an eruption of giggles. Then she continued. "He bought me a drink, and we made small talk. We found out that we had a lot in common. We had a proper date two days later. Well, it was history from then."

When we take our seats, Jonathon begins to ask questions which I am not ready for because it isn’t like Asher and I went over what we planned to tell people. ‘’So, how did you two meet?’’ Jonathon asks. I wait for the waiter to fill our glasses with water before answering. ‘’It was a mere accident. We literally ran into each other,’’ I lie. ‘’Come on, tell us more. I love a good, ah… love story.’’ Sarah says. I take a breath and can see Asher looking at me. ‘’Ok, see, I was out jogging one morning and I was paying more attention to the music blasting in my ear. We collided with each other, and I fell in love then and there.’’

“Well, here’s to lucky love and to you two finding each other in that little café.” We all clinked our glasses together, the sound of the toast ringing softly through the room. As we resumed our meal, the story of how we met hung in the air like a cherished memory, but a pang of sadness engulfed my entire being. This was all a lie, none of it was true. We met at a bar, there was nothing romantic about it, if anything it had all been part of a strategic plan.

“A couple of things before we go in. One, we met at work.” He quirked a brow. “We did, did we?” “Yes. My parents don’t need to know how we really met and got pregnant. And it’s technically not a lie. We did find each other again at work.” He nodded in agreement. “So we met before New Year’s Eve.” “Last thing I need is my grandmother finding out we fucked the night we met and I got pregnant.” “Please tell me your grandmother isn’t here as well.” “No, but you’ll meet her one day, and unless you want her calling me a hussy, tramp, or whore—because that’s what all unwed mothers are—you’ll stick to this slightly altered origin story.”

"It's tricky," "Oh tell me, I never really heard how you guys met and I would like to hear it," "Well, we met at my ex's tattoo shop," "Ex's tattoo shop... She got a tattoo?" "Yeah on her right hip," "Wow, that must have been what brought you guys to close in?" "No, not really, not until we met at a club and had a one-night stand," "What... you guys had a one-night stand?" "Yeah it's probably why we have great chemistry but I probably shouldn't be telling you that... anyways are you okay with it?"

Then he looked down at me, right in front of everyone, and said, soft enough only I can hear, “You’re doing great. Breathe.” Inside, the event was all fairy lights and champagne and people pretending. Rowan never left my side. His hand stayed on my lower back like it was glued there. Every time someone asked how we met he gave a different ridiculous story. “We met when she threw a shoe at my head.” “She rescued me from a swarm of rabid fans.” “She’s actually my stalker. I’m scared to say no.” I elbowed him every time. He laughed every time. Then I saw them.

Simon told her carefully, “Well, we met at an event, and that's how it all started.” Lucas nodded, "Good. Why is it different from what Mom told you?" Lucas looked at Aiyana who happened to be sipping tea from her cup. "Uhuk.. uhuk..." "Mom, uhuk... told you that we met at a wedding, didn't she?" Joanne chuckled and then said, "Mom lied, Mom told me that the first meeting with Dad was at the pharmacy!" "Uhuk... uhuk!" Aiyana coughed even harder and felt annoyed.