Funny Quotes On Fake Friends Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moment I stepped out, James stood up, plastering a fawning smile across his face. "Rena, are you okay? I should've taught my son better. I'm sorry you had to go through this." His wife chimed in, just as insincere. "Yes, Rena. Daniel's spoiled, but I know you're kind-hearted. Please forgive him." I looked at them, their fake smiles twisting in my mind, and a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

a friend sarcastically joked, resting her hand alongside her. The obese girl poked her friend with her tongue before ignoring her. The other buddies grinned as they observed their relationship. “Have a nice day, gentlemen. Let’s have a good time,” one of the guys said. “It is a beautiful day. Who would have guessed that our dear friend here would be elevated to such a high position?” another remarked. “Those who work hard are rewarded. Do you not realize that?” “Hehe, stop acting smug.” As they just celebrated, the group of pals mocked each other endlessly.

“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.

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.

One of the reason why our friendship becomes more stronger and longer. "You know there are two kinds of friends, the first is the real friend and the second is plastic." I said and nodded at it. "I'm aware of that, I'm not stupid like you." I immediately looked at him badly after he said no to me. "What the-- kala ko ba mabait ka na ?!" "I am, I was just joking stupid." There he is again! Like a fool, is he annoying or does he really want to make me angry? An hour later the show ended and he put his laptop aside. "I was thinking, what about let's talk about our favorites? What do you think?"

The silence stretched for a moment, thick with anticipation. Sophia finally took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleevess she spoke with Robert over the phone. “Okay, don’t laugh, alright? But... what if you pretended to be my boyfriend on the cruise?” Robert smiled, then a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, one that quickly spread across his face. He didn't try to hide it cause, it was just him in the room at the moment. “You want me to be your fake boyfriend?” he repeated, the amusement in his voice impossible to miss.

I freeze, everything I was about to say collapsing in my throat. He’s right. I didn’t say it. But I didn’t stop it either. I can’t even remember all the details anymore. I just remember our friends crowding around me, laughing, and me thinking it was nothing—just another stupid joke that would die down on its own. “I didn’t know you were that hurt over it,” I admit quietly.

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.

How I was dirty and cheap and worthless. The crowd got bigger. People pointed at me. Their voices were sharp and mean. "Are you serious? That woman is married and pregnant, and she's letting her friend do this to her? The friend must be a complete idiot. I would have cut her off years ago." "Textbook fake friend. Smiles in your face, stabs you in the back. Wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. My wife had a friend just like that. Messed her up so bad she's still on medication."