Funny Quotes On Fake Friends Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Who cares? You’re going to have your own restaurant one day and they’ll all be eating your dust.” I smile over the table at my dear friend. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For always being here for me. It means a lot.” She gives me a beautiful, broad smile. “What are friends for if not to have fake sick days, bust cheating assholes and conniving relatives with?” I laugh and raise my coffee cup to him. “Cheers to that.” I knock on my friend’s door, and she opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She leans in and hugs me.

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.

He had a cheerful grin on his face as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I always liked his smile, but now I knew it was fake. I wondered how long he had been transpiring against me and if he had always faked his smile. At this moment, however, I understood the term my mentor used to tell me, now more than ever. “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”

Here we go. Before I can even grab my soda, Vanessa struts over like she’s auditioning for Mean Girls 2. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. The gold-digging bitch herself.” Her fake-ass friends burst into laughter like she’s the funniest person alive. Spoiler alert- she’s not. I take a slow gulp of my drink, not even bothering to look at her. “What do you want, Vanessa? I really don’t have your time.”

KATHY ❤💯🌈: You better come back or else you'll find yourself fake girlfriendless. I laughed and responded. ME: Hey my beautiful fake girlfriend.. I hope your visit at the bank ended up being good. And I promise I'll definitely watch the movie you recommended.. it sounds like a nice movie. Am I really fake girlfriendless now? 😱😯😰😭💔 Then I took a selfie of myself with a sad face and sent it with a caption "can I be forgiven" and sent it to her. I went to respond to my best friend's message.

I gasped, dramatically to which he let out a hearty chuckle. " I am not but you're acting like one." He countered. I scoffed at his meaningless joke. " Why so?" " You're smiling." He replied after a minute of pause. I froze and unconsciously I touched the corner of my lips with my fingertips. Why the f–ck I am smiling? I was faking an act right? Then from where I started enjoying his company enough to waste my genuine smile on him? " What's your favourite cartoon." I smoothly shifted the topic and plastered a fake expression to show that I wasn't shocked to realized that I was actually smiling and that too genuinely.

"How am I supposed to do that? It's so embarrassing when someone rejects you like that. And this is the second time that happened to me!" "There are plenty of fish in the sea," he says with a smirk. "And better yet, perhaps try and make her laugh with some jokes. This will show her your funny side and hopefully come across as endearing." I raise an eyebrow at him skeptically. "Do you really think that would work? Wouldn't she think it's forced?" Kaelan shakes his head, still smiling. "Not necessarily! It might even make her wonder why she was so quick to reject you in the first place if she finds your jokes amusing!" He crosses his arms and looks at me, expectantly waiting for me to take his

“But I watched how people spoke. How they pitched, dodged questions, spun bad news into polished PR lines. It stuck with me.” “Explains why you speak like a PR team and sit like royalty,” said the sleepy-looking guy across the table. He raised his mug in mock salute. “Impressive.” I nearly laughed into my coffee. If only they knew how much of that was just muscle memory now. “I’m not as calm as I look. I just got good at pretending I belonged.” “Fake it till you make it,” Harper nodded sagely. “Some of us are still faking it.” The table chuckled again, the kind of easy laughter that came from shared exhaustion and too many early mornings. The conversation drifted after that. Someone mentione

Guess I didn’t hate it. “Love your face,” he mumbled, nipping at my nose. “Lucky for you, it’s stuck to me,” I shot back, and he laughed. God, that laugh. I wanted to bottle it up and carry it around like some weird emotional support soundbite. “You’re stupid pretty. It’s criminal, honestly.” “Yeah, fake it till you make it,” I grumbled, shoving my face into his chest. He growled, scooped me right up, squeezed so hard I let out this embarrassing squeak. “Fake it? Not a chance. I’d spend all day hyping you up if you’d let me.”