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He texted back "Ah. Then one day I will be your star baby. But you have to be my number fan? will you be my number one fan?" "Of course I will Jerk. I will be your first-ever fan. And yeah it is starting from today. By the way, You have written it for your first love hmm?"

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.

"No. Layla is...she was Jason's sister...." "I fucking know that!" I cut him off, not wanting to hear the famous "she's his best friend's sister," once more. During those times, he wanted so badly to make us all flow along. I was cool with his friend, Jason...he was a very easygoing friend, but I saw through his sister from the very first day. And it didn't help that there were neighbors and were always in each other's space. I pulled his hand off my chin. “Please, I really, really need to leave. Get off my way.”

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

No one could understand this and a lot of confusing comments kept on buzzing in the internet world. One of Ariana's fans suddenly came out of nowhere and blasted about how fake the entire news was and it was so obvious, the amount of anger embedded in the message. Although many others criticized the comment, and some even tried to report the account, a lot were on the side of this particular fan. Many people thought it to be crazy that Ariana would just have a fiancée and wouldn't want him to be known to the world. It made it so funny that the news of her fiancée didn't even come from her but from Fiona herself. "What is the deal with Fiona and Ariana, and how the hell did Fiona ever become

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou

Entering her MeTube filled with videos of a Korean boy band named Boys Who Cry, she couldn't help but giggle, prepared to start the nightlife of a fangirl. "..... Watch your eyes full of dread as you go," She swayed herself, singing along with the boy group. While she sang along with the song, her phone began to vibrate. Casually lifting the phone and answering it, she spoke into the phone. "Hello?" There was a moment of silence before the other side spoke. "Hello," She didn't know what made her pause at that moment, but she was well aware of who was on the other side of the phone from just hearing the voice.

The onlookers once again became excited as they gossiped. ‘Why is the top fan staying up so late? Is he really here crazily liking all posts about Harmonia?’ ‘Although he is verified on Twitter, every single one of his posts is about Harmonia, including the likes. This is such a beautiful love story!’ ‘Hey, ladies, the top fan also liked posts about the young lover with silver hair. Could it be that he is also shipping the relationship between Harmonia and the young lover with silver hair?’ FMYL especially replied affirmatively to this comment: ‘Yes.’

fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

"Luca, what does that mean?" "Nothing." He looked at me instead of her. "Some people like to make a shrine out of old love. It makes them look loyal. It doesn't mean they were faithful." "You think I wasn't faithful?" I asked. "I think five years is a long time," he said. "Long enough for grief to turn into something else."