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Simon chuckled. "Well...I wouldn't exactly put it like that, but yeah...basically," I replied. "But why?" Simon asked. "I am tired of all this glitz and glamour with fake people and their fake smiles. I want to make real friends and maybe find my one true love," I said seriously. "Pfft...love. Who has time for that?" Simpon scoffed.

“I’m the same. I prefer living a low-key life. A life where nobody knows my business… Where nobody can interfere in my shit. I keep my circle tight as fuck. I only have a few friends… But you know what?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I have the right ones. I’d rather be surrounded by two real people than fifty fake ones.” I nodded in response. “I feel the same way,” I agreed with him. “People brag so much about the amount of friends they have. And it just makes you think, why? How many of those friends would stand by you when shit got rocky for you? How many of those friends would lend you a hundred pounds if you suddenly found yourself in debt, struggling with money? How many of those friends

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

"She made a mistake and has realized it. If she did not, she would have kept deceiving you, by putting on her fancy clothes. Living the majority part of the day has been only been a performance and facade that everything is alright. Isn't that enough? Instead of passing snide comments around her because she showed you her real self. Why don't you try to be her friend and know the real her," The whole hallway turned quiet as most of them were beginning to ponder over Rachael's world. Some even began taking pity on Emma. Most people on social media who live fake lives turn out to be depressed in real life. They only claim to be happy when among people. But when they are alone, they feel like t

"No, seriously..." "Alright, fine. They are fake. Sometimes I put them on to look more professional. You know...so people take me more seriously," he says. "I'm sure people take you plenty seriously when you hold a gun on their forehead," I say, rolling my eyes. "Awww! That's sweet of you to say. But I prefer holding a knife to their throat," Logan corrects me. "Are you going to read me something or not?" I snap. "Oh yeah, sorry." Logan adjusts his glasses and then opens the book he was holding earlier.

The fact that, a lot of people who don't know the first thing about you could easily judge you for being real and praise another for being totally fake, really goes a long wat to show just how terrible the world has become. Completely and totally fake. With shit loads of fake people, passing off as a woke society. I just have to admit,what happened between Ryder and I was just a drunken mistaken and it's best forgotten. At least, he can't remember anything and it's all up to me to forget it ever happened as well.

Rael greeted. I cringed. “Bestie, what?” I exclaimed exasperatedly upon his mention of that word. He then acted like he is hurt by putting both of his hands on his chest while looking at me. I rolled my eyes this time. “I don’t entertain fake friend here.” Rael groaned this time while I am just looking at Alaric who is smiling while looking the both of us. “What? And now I suddenly become a fake friend now?” “Sheez…” I murmured once again. “Go and have some fun with your other girls. I hate you guys.”

“I’m so sorry. Friend problems are very hard.” They talked through it how sometimes friends say mean things when they’re having bad days, how Charlotte could try talking less about dinosaurs and listening more to what others wanted to discuss, how real friends appreciated enthusiasm rather than criticizing it. “But Mama, how do I know if Emma’s a real friend or not?” “Real friends might get frustrated sometimes, but they apologize and work through it. Fake friends make you feel bad for being yourself.” “I don’t know which Emma is yet.” “Then give it time. See if she apologizes tomorrow. See if she wants to be friends again or if she keeps being mean.”

Hearing Those words from her best friend, tensed her. She couldn't look into Alaina's eyes for a long time and returned to her back, "I..." She gulped hard, "It's considered a mind blowing act from both of us." "Really?" Alaina rolled her eyes, "Do you even believe your own words?" "Of course!" She hastily agreed, which sounded the fakest ever. Sigh... Alaina caressed her hair, "I hope you do, Scar. Growing true feelings in the fake relationship will only hurt you in the end."

he asked, smiling. “No. You look like a husband making tea for his wife after a long day,” I said, stepping closer. He handed me one cup. “Well,” he said, “maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”he added. I smiled, and we clinked our cups together like it was champagne. “Cheers to fake husbands,” I said, teasing him. He looked into my eyes and said quietly, “Some fake things become real.”he said. I looked down quickly, my heart fluttering.