Imaginary Boyfriends Novels & Stories

I replied, rolling my eyes. "Oh yeah right," He agreed with a frown. "But I do have an imaginary boyfriend," I added, trying hard to make out what I was saying. Words were just flowing out of my mouth without even asking for my permission. "Who's that?" He asked, looking amused. "Ian Somerhalder," I giggled. "I love him!" "Vampire, huh. Tough competition," He laughed and it was a very refreshing sound. "Now let's dance!" -----------------------------------------------------------------

Kate scrolled down to the screenshots below the app description and swiped her thumb to the left. The screenshots featured the same soft artwork and oil pastel colors: a park, a beach, sample chat exchanges, the guy’s bedroom, his wardrobe and a chart of various emoticons. The screenshots announced: | Create your very own customizable boyfriend! Enabled with empathic AI, Your Dream Boyfriend will listen intuitively to you! Travel around the world with him! Purchase upgrades for your stylish boyfriend makeover!

I swiped away again. After a full loop, none of them quite hit the mark. They were close, but never quite right. I was just about to give up and close the app when a button tucked in the corner caught my eye. "Create Your One and Only." A custom AI, built from scratch… A boyfriend made entirely for me? The temptation was almost cruel. I spent my days bending over backward for clients who changed their minds every five minutes. All I wanted at night was to finally be the one calling the shots.

I couldn't help but want to show off to her, to let her know that the relationship is serious. “And what did you say?” “Is that even a question?” I removed my head from the desk. “Of course, I accepted to be his boyfriend.” My lips lifted at the side. “I'm no longer single, girl. I have a freaking boyfriend!” “So do I.” She showed me the latest manga she bought two days ago. “I got a new boyfriend, and he's mad. Girl, he's legit, the most handsome in the entire world.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at that. Debra's just too obsessed with fictional men. Most times, I wonder if she will ever fall in love with anyone who's not in the fantasy world.

-The second friend joked. -Shut up, idiots, don't intimidate the girl, please. -Imanol claimed, because his friends are aware that it is not a real marriage, however, they insist on bothering him and that between jokes he falls in love with her. -My friend, it seems that you have not complimented our princess as you should, she kills you with her eyes. -The third friend whispered in his ear.

Gavin couldn’t help but draw an imaginary knife across his throat and choke. His buddy rolled his eyes. “It’s not a fate worse than death. More like a relief because even if your urge to play the field disappears, at least the one you’re fated to be with is not only allowed to know your secret, but somehow, the same magic that draws you together enables her to handle it.” Capable of handling the fact that their boyfriends turned furry at least once a month and liked to chase things and bay at the moon? Or, in Broderick’s case, yowl.

“Have you not been paying attention? I am older than you, which already makes me defensive. And then, we are both Libras. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that. Okay?” “Chicks are weird as fuck.” “Says the boy with a huge ego and jealousy issues.” “Say what?” I waived my phone at him. “It’s all here, in black and white. Our relationship would be a challenging one.” “Are you basing our future relationship on some bullshit you just googled?” “Don’t get heated, loverboy. I remember our mating would only be a cover story for your real life.” I crossed my arms, reminding myself of the truth. "I don't know why I am getting worked up over a fake relationship."

“Since we’re on the topic, and I don’t want to be that girl, but what are we?” “What do you want us to be? Your boyfriends? Lovers? Partners?” Marcos shrugs. “The labels don’t matter; we are whatever you want us to be. Boyfriends make us sound like boy toys though.” Cameron licks the milk mustache above his upper lip. “I like being called your boyfriend, it makes me feel young and adventurous.”

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

“I wasn’t lying about that.” Jesse shrugs, pretending to consider his cards, even though honestly he’s not really paying attention to the game. “All right, but even if you’re not lying, it’s clear that they don’t exist. I mean, you spend a lot of time alone, Midnight, I guess you just made them up.” “I did not,” she says, straightening her spine and looking at him aghast. “They exist!” “Imaginary friends are great,” Jesse says, lowering his cards a bit and looking at her with a bit of false pity. “You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.”