My Imaginary Friend Show Novels & Stories

Gabbie POV “Gabbie! Oh, you are so dead!” Emery hopped on top of me. “Ouff,” I rubbed my eyes to meet my friend’s bewildered expression. “What did I do?” “You disappeared, that’s what you did,” came Blair’s voice. “Right… long story?” I chuckled nervously. “Uh-huh, we have time. Maybe not as much as we have to be at the castle for breakfast.” Blair slipped into her blazer.

“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.”

Through the haze of brightness, she saw one of the sleek robotic warriors step out of line and twist to face her. "Why are you still wearing that face?" it whispered, so softly the words barely formed ripples in the air. Maika turned to ask what it meant - what on Earth it was talking about, but the mechanical guard was back in line with the others, silent and still as if it had never moved at all. "Did I imagine it?" she wondered. She stared at the still line of toy warriors, arranged as if by a child. "Probably," she figured, frowning. It seemed like something she would do. Mika lived firmly inside her head - her imaginary friends more real than the so-called 'real world'

He agreed, making her want to smack him in the back of his head. She hadn't fully recovered from the alcohol she had consumed last night and the Vampire was starting a new shit show she didn't want to tickets to. "I'm not mad!" Esmeray's bottom lip quivered in frustration which freaked out the Mighty King. "Yes, you are not. It's completely normal to have imaginary friends. I have them too." He assured with a heavy sigh as if the weight of the world rested solely upon his shoulders making Esmeray's left eye twitch.

I replied, feeling a little amused. "Oo that's a shame" She muttered, shaking her head and I eyed her from the corner of my eyes. This girl was completely drowned. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked out of sheer curiosity. "Nope," She replied, rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't be dealing with that jerk then," "Right!" I muttered. Idiot! "But I do have an imaginary boyfriend," She added and I raised my brow. Imaginary boyfriend? "Who's that?" I asked again amused.

“I see him in flashes. I used to think he was my imaginary friend. He would come to me after my dad left. It's funny. He was a vampire. My imaginary friend was a vampire and my dad was a wolf. Tell me I didn’t have a screwed-up childhood. He still talks to me in my dreams. He always tells me he is looking for me and my sister. Thing is, I don't have a sister.” Quinn was intrigued by her story. “Go on?” “There is not much to tell. I must have been six or seven when he first showed up in my playroom. I was playing dress-up with my dolls, and he sat down beside me and handed me an outfit. Over the years he came back and talked to me. He told me stories about the universe and magic

Arianna POV. I waited for the reply, I didn't dare to call again, what if I get in trouble or the guy call my uncle or parents, I decided to stay quiet and wait for him to contact me again. Andy asked about imaginary friend again, if he's still imaginary or if I managed to manifest him, he's either way too smart or just playing dumb with me. "I'm waiting for him," I say, I'm waiting for an answer for sure. "I just want you to be happy Ari, even if you have to love an imaginary friend," he says hugging close.

She wanted to talk and laugh more but, her boyfriend would be looking for her. “I’ll miss you all. Thanks for staying with me,” she said, bowing awkwardly to them, almost losing her balance. Her imaginary friends chorused, waving back at her, “Byeee, my friend! Will miss you too.” She staggered up the stairs, trying her best to avoid people. Her vision doubled, and she started a game to decide her path.

Suddenly, I didn't know why I actually pictured myself meeting his mom, and the imagination was more vivid due to the fact of him sharing a story with his mom on her birthday two days ago. Alena: "So who's your favorite character from Friends?" I asked him in order to divert from that topic. Thankfully, he took the cue and eased into a conversation of me fangirling about 'Friends' to other shows. "Who's got you smiling like that?" my roommate Maya asked. I sat up in my bed and lied bluntly, "Nothing. Just some relatable memes." She arched a suspicious eyebrow. "Is that so?" I shrugged. "That is so."

He wasn’t really my boyfriend, yet here we were, practically playing the part without a second thought. Part of me wanted to lean into it, to just let go and enjoy his attention, but I couldn't shake the unease simmering beneath it all. Was I really just imagining this—or did I actually want it to be real? I stole a glance at the influencers, catching the look on their faces as they watched Robert focus solely on me.