Imaginary Boyfriends Novels & Stories

“He’s not my boyfriend. I remember telling you that yesterday. Is it a habit of yours to forget?” Miguel chuckled. “Touché.” “He’s my friend, not my boyfriend,” I said firmly, then took a long sip of my orange juice like it would help wash the irritation down. “Doesn’t look like it to me,” he said with a knowing smirk. “I think your ‘friend’ likes you.” I laughed. “Trust me, he doesn’t. I’m not even sure he’s capable of having feelings. At least, not the human kind.” Miguel leaned back slightly, still watching me with that lazy interest of his. “Okay, but seriously, what’s your deal? Why do you keep showing up around me? Do you have a thing for girls with imaginary b

I said “Really?” “Yeah” “Tell me something, have you ever had a boyfriend before?” He asked and I instantly opened my eyes. “Why do you ask?” I asked uncomfortably “Curiosity.. Just curiosity” he said “I have had boyfriends… Not just one, five actually” I replied “That’s really surprising, and you are just 18 years old?” “Is that bad?” “Not really.. I mean, I have only had 2 real girlfriends and am just 21. Although I have had tons of fuck buddies” he said

Two of my crackhead friends already had, and it would fuck me up if another one did too. "It’s a no-one," I chuckled, scooping Baby off his lap. "Come on, let’s go to bed." "You’re not seeing anyone and you’re hiding it from me, right?" Carlos sneered, reluctantly standing up from the couch. "Don’t be ridiculous. I told you I won’t be seeing anyone until I have my life figured out," I said, making Carlos smile a little. When he did, I almost wished—for a second—that the thing with Damien was real. I hadn’t dated anyone since high school, and I missed having someone I could call my boyfriend.

But they shouldn't be so fucking sure, that pisses me off. I might look like shit most days (on purpose!) but I'm not immediately a hideous monster just because I refuse to look hot. "Is someone from work," I mutter, knowing this is not smart move. I haven't faked to have a boyfriend since middle-school. It was pathetic then and it's even more pathetic now.

Your emotions are yours to handle. [From now on, I won't respond to any more discussion about this. My life is moving forward.] After I posted it, I set my phone on the table and took a shower. When I got back, it had buzzed more times than I could count. Zoe had sent over a dozen messages. The last one said: [You're a total badass!!!] Someone in my high school group chat shared a screenshot. [So that's what happened. Henry's a complete jerk.]

Justin and I were mates who weren't even in a relationship. Beyond that, I felt like the star of a very messed-up show. There was Hector, who genuinely liked me and was pretending to be my boyfriend. There was Justine, who wanted something romantic with me. And then there was Justin, my mate, who had not acknowledged the bond, even though we had just made out seconds ago. Never in my life did I think that at my age—when most of my friends were almost done having babies—I would find myself in such a predicament.

SKYLAR I had once read somewhere that being a need had a negative impact on the mind. “Consequences of social awkwardness and exclusion include wild imaginations, hallucinations, and even hearing things and detachment from your true self…” I guess they weren’t that far off the mark about hearing things because there was no way that the hottest guy in school, cold-blooded thief of my first kiss, and most wanted bad boy of Finmonth was asking me to be his girlfriend. His eyes glanced at me for a while before falling back on the road with an innocence I felt was made up.

Overwhelmed, I throw my arms around my stalker’s neck and hug him tightly. “For a stalker, you’re... kinda cute,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. He chuckles softly. “Thank you. Now get showered. I want to see that dress on you.” Nodding, I head to the bathroom and step into the shower. The water washes over me, but my thoughts are tangled. This is all wrong—I’m closer to my stalker than I am to my own boyfriend. And I don’t even know my stalker’s real name or what he looks like. Yet, here I am, more connected to him than I ever feel with Justin.

She looked up at him. He instantly nodded. She nodded, "Yeah. But, it was pretty good though. With Kris, I slowly began to see why people wanted boyfriends. I'd think up crazy ideas and while I'd want to tell my friends, I didn't because I always felt like I be disturbing them with my silliness, but with Kris? It was like I knew I was disturbing but I didn't care." She chuckled. "He was attentive and nice and gave really nice hugs. He felt more like a super bestfriend than a boyfriend, but isn't that what a boyfriend should be though? A bestfriend, a brother when you need him to be, a father when you need him to be and vice versa? Does that make sense?"