Faking A Smile Quotes Novels & Stories

I put it on, and it perfectly fit on me. It's a suffocating feeling where breathing comes at a fair price, like a diamond. I looked at myself again, and I was no longer Quinn. THE lights were shimmering, and the gossip around from different people was like little bees in my surroundings. I took a deep breath and practiced my fake smile. I don't know what face I should put this time. 'Close your eyes, Quinn, and take a deep breath. Loosen up your mouth and your mood. Think about a joke from the movies that made you laugh. And try to say money instead of cheese.'

My jaw clenches tight, my hands curl into fists, but I don’t move. Instead, I scoff, shaking my head, forcing my eyelids to stop their fluttering. Slowly, I lift my gaze to him, my face arranged into something that might pass for a smile if he doesn’t look too closely. A fake smile. A mask. My voice trembles when I speak. “It’s fine, sir. Thank you so much.” The words taste like ash on my tongue, bitter and poisonous.

Liam teased, pointing both his fingers and move them like he has his made-up own love rhythm. “Stop you fuck!” I realized that I was, in fact, smiling the whole time so I tried to laugh it off and playfully punch Liam on his shoulders, which made him laugh as well. “Damn, the way Anya made you smile is so-” “Hey! It’s not like Anya is the only one to make me smile! I laugh my loudest laugh when ya’ll are joking!” “No, but like it’s extraordinary for you to smile just for the mere existence of Anya Moore. What has she done to you?”

“I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.” Her pretty smile reached her eyes, crinkling just a little at the corners. I liked that she was a pretty smiler. So many of the women I dated had this idea that smiling caused wrinkles. They would offer weird lip movements instead. I liked genuine people. “Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she commented. I nodded. “I agree.” “Ah, you are a man of few words.” “I thought I was a prickly cactus?” She giggled, sounding very young. “Yes, yes, you are.”

I complained while trying to adjust my cheek because I've been smiling the whole time, especially when the smile is not even something real. “You know you don’t always have to be fake, right?” I looked at Liam when I heard the question he asked. I clearly didn't like what he said, but I chose to look away without saying anything.

my retort only had smile lines bracketing a scary grin, "you're creepy when you smile." What the fuck! Did I actually say that out loud? Someone needed to stuff a sock in my mouth so I wouldn't repeat any of the other stupid thoughts in my head. At my words, Miles' mouth pressed into a thin line, "I can't say that I'm used to smiling just because something is genuinely amusing." "Oh, your life sounds sad and miserable and if I end up with you my life is going to be sad and miserable..."

Every word slicing the thin air and making the atmosphere heavy. Even the fake smile on Lisa’s face vanished. Still, she tried to muster up some curage. “Oh… yes sir” She smiled again, this time, some excitement on her face, the type that looked like she used the first fake smile as a practice and now got a bit better with the fake smile. “I just thought you could have a few cups while you work, I leant you like this one after you tasted the different ones” she explained. “Okay Lisa, but I’m sure your brain fucntions as correctly as it was created to function right?” He asked and Lisa was unsure of how to answer.

The fake smile felt like a mask that might crack at any moment. * * *

So why would the life of a young millionaire like myself, bother them? "Thank you so much, Mr uhh," The funny nickname I and my friends usually call him, almost blurted out from my mouth, but I quickly devour the statement before it could evolve, with yet another one of my best fake smiles; lips contorted into a perfectly awkward, toothy smile. I had even mastered the smile, right down to the wrinkles around my eyes. Only those that knew me in and out, would observe just how much work I put into making the smile seem real. They even said I blinked continuously when ever I lie or initiate my pretense smile. "Mr. Dele Coker. But I heard that my pay per month, would buy you, your house and all

I sweetly said with a fake, dopey big smile on my face and head tilting to one side, making the bad boy beside me chuckle. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *