Quotes About True Friendship And Fake Friends Novels & Stories

I say confidently as I raise my glass up at Jack's, awaiting for him to clink his glass with mine. I'm just praying that Luca doesn't text me again, especially not while Jack has my phone. "Fuck Jo. She's not a real friend to you." He says causing me to roll my eyes. Jack finally bring his glass up to meet mine before downing the liquid substance, having me do the same. "I'm being serious, don't roll your eyes at me." He says as he finishes taking his shot "Okay, then tell me what makes her such a fake friend to me?" I question, playing into his logic.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“You might want to hold off on telling everyone how nice you are. Once they find out—and they will, they’ll take that niceness of yours and use it against you.” “How else will I make friends around here?” I questioned, placing the balled-up cupcake wrapper on the edge of my tray. The girl simply stared at me; her eyes framed by dark liner that somehow made her gaze even more piercing. “You don’t make friends around here, and on the off chance you think you have, you better run in the opposite direction. That saying about keeping your enemies close…where do you think that originated from?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They need to call for a meeting with the council. Not all of your friends today can be your allies on the day you will need them, because most of them will just leave you and forget your relationship you have with them when they already got what they need from you. But it’s better in your enemies, you can count on at the time you will need them. Maybe they need something from you, that you have given already to your fake friends who left you, that your enemies need now.

“But….” “You don’t have to pretend that you care, Amelia. It’s just making me sick to the core, I swear. We’re friends, and honesty is one of the most important things a friendship needs before it can work. I’m already being honest, saying I wouldn’t accept Elliana, but you, you’re not being honest. You’re being twisted. I don’t care what happens, it’s your life. But please, don’t be fake around me. I hate fake people.” He told me and I clenched my fists as I looked down.

Endless hatred. "You always think that you have lots of friends, but you've never felt what friendship really is. Do you know what friends mean? Brothers?" Jack walked past me easily, and he left me speechless. "If that's what you want... I'll tell you about it, cause this is what friendship really means."

I want to tuck away those strands. "Friendship? What type of friendship?" I'm doubtful, my eyes narrow into slits letting him know I'm not trusting his words. An offer of friendship from a powerful man such as him, something's really fishy. I see a faint hint of smile playing on his lips, "how many type of friendships do you know?" He asks playfully. I stand straight, clearing my throat, understanding his double meaning, "how can we be friends? Friends are usually of the same social circle, they tease each other, joke around, help each other and also playfully insult each other sometimes" I say gauging his reaction carefully.

“You are silly. Real friends take care of each other and don’t keep talking about your flaws. You were doing your best to protect this friendship, but it didn’t mean anything to her. People who treat you as a friend wouldn’t forget about you even if you didn’t reach out to them. “Some people are not meant to be lifelong friends, so there’s no need to force it. She showed up in your life and taught you a lesson, and you learned. We’re still young, so we’ll meet a lot more people in the future. We’ll have more choices, but those who stay till the end are the true friends.”

“Tell Dr. Fitzy the truth, now.” I laugh, not unkindly . . . but not happily, either. Truth. It’s a precious commodity. Especially between friends. It’s essential in building trust and dependability. The problem, however, lies in how much truth do we share? How honest can friends be with each other, really?

You kept calling her a 'fake heiress,' insulting her as if she was a gold digger. "Timothy Lane, let me give you a piece of advice. You think you’re so amazing, but you’re nothing. Addy already had nothing. Why did you all still treat her so cruelly? Why?!" With that, Edith closed her eyes in pain, letting her tears silently fall. Timothy shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to explain. "It's not like that… It's not…" Edith sneered at him. "You're nothing but a hypocrite. The worst thing that ever happened to Addy in this life was marrying you, and the worst thing that ever happened to Halle was having you as her father."