Quotes To A Fake Friend Novels & Stories

"Don't you think it'll be better if you don't get distant right now? That way perhaps we will be able to find something. Maybe she will slip… make a mistake and say something useful." I cringed. "The problem is I can't fake anything. Emotions, friendships… I'm not good at pretending. If I don't like someone, it means I don't like him or her and I most probably would show it." He snickered. "Yeah, I know that."

“They are my friends all right. But they are not my best friends,“ she said, grabbing a water bottle and putting it in front of me. “They are all fake. Mummy said I shouldn't be with fake friends.” “How do you know?” I questioned. “I heard them talk behind my back before,” she smiled. “What if I'm fake?” I asked suddenly. Surely she wouldn't be with me then. She thought for a while. “Maybe you will not be my friend,” she hummed. “But you are too pretty to be fake.” It seemed like a harmless thing coming out of her mouth but it made me blush nevertheless.

I replied flatly, "My family didn't get rich by chance. And what if I lend you a real bag and get a fake one back?" Janet's expression hardened with anger. "What are you trying to say? That I'd do something like that? What kind of person do you think I am? Don't look down on me." We parted on bad terms. That very night, she posted on her social feed, taking a jab at me without naming me directly. [Wow. So I finally ran into one of those fake best friends. Some people pretend to be close to you, but they're actually selfish and full of themselves. Be careful who you trust. Stay away from people like that.]

They flow softly at first and then faster. Aren't people supposed to have life figured out by now? I have no idea what I'm doing. They say fake it until you make it, but so far I'm just a big fake. My friends have found significant others. They have good jobs and hobbies. Their shit is figured out. I'm over here dating losers, falling for my bodyguard, and handing out dog food samples for a living. What kind of person has to bribe dogs to like them?

Salvation. I jump to my feet with zero shame and slap on the fakest smile known to mankind. “Oh no, I think my friend needs help with... um… something. Yeah. She’s struggling to breathe. Gotta run! Wishing you the best in life!” “What?! Wait! We’re not done here!” Irma screeches, but I’m already power-walking like my life depends on it. And in a way, it does.

“Let's see how many can fit, my dear friend with benefits .” “What the hell!?” “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Are we still friends with benefits?!” “urmmmm” “Really you've got to be kidding me, do you have some sort of bipolar disorder or something? One minute we are friends with benefits while being a fake couple and the second minute you think we are dating like a real couple and you're getting pissed.”

I turned to her, "Huh? I don't get what you are trying to say." She sighed, "The girls that call themselves your friends, they always only say goodbye to you and treat me like a ghost." "Maybe they're just jealous?" I shrugged. "Their attitude towards you will change when they find out who you are. They will treat you the way they treat me." "So..." She pouted again, "Should I just tell them?" I chuckled, "Am I not enough? Do you want to have fake friends like them, that all they only see in you is your life status, that the reason they only befriend you is because you are the daughter of a well-known family in the country? Do you like that?"

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.

The thought of flaunting Sophia in front of those high-and-mighty assholes on the cruise, especially Charles Brown, lit a fire inside him. Sophia’s words hung in the air, and Robert pretended to mull it over, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to be your fake boyfriend,” he said, half-grinning as he ran a hand through his hair. “Seriously, Soph? You think this is a good idea?”

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”