Real Quotes About Fake Friends の小説・ストーリー

“Just helping my best friend and boyfriend’s sister.” The moment the word boyfriend leaves my lips, my stomach does this weird little flip. Great. Now even my brain’s joining the fake-dating act.

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.

"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."

“I just rather feel like hurling whenever you show me your fake respect.” “You know, bro, nobody believes we are friends. At this point, I end up not trying to make people believe. Even our colleagues think I am bluffing if I ever mention to them I was hanging out with you. To be frank, they are more likely to believe I befriended a violent lion in the zoo.” I furrowed my brows at his words. “Why? What’s wrong with me? Why can't I be befriended but a stupid lion can be?”

I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer. I sigh. I don't want her to know anything's off, though. I can't bring myself to talk about what happened today. I want a normal, happy call from my ever- cheerful mom. Pulling up her contact, I plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping it'll resonate in my voice. She picks up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie." "Hey," I say brightly. "How's it going? How'd the interview go?" I put her on speaker and pick at the sides of my nails, preparing myself

I say, my naughty little hand finding its way under his shirt, "So, who are these friends you were out with? I don't have any friends... not any real ones, so it's a fascinating topic for me." "I don't have any real friends either, these people know a specific version of me that I created just for them. But I do have fun with them from time to time," he adds, so I guess he's just like he was in high school. He befriended everyone just in case he needed something out of someone, "You're still the only one that knows the real me." "And I love that," I say, dropping a kiss on his chest, but then I remember something that somber my parade, "What about Madison?"

“A good number but that’s not the case. You should see Neil…” “Stop comparing yourself to people.” She snapped, “You’re you, you’re the best of you. Value the people who like you for who you really are. Those girls flocking around Neil and Brandon are only after their money, their looks, their game and what they get on the bed; they don’t actually like them for them. One day, Neil and Brandon would get tired when they realize they have a lot of fakes in their lives, they would start to look for what you have; real friends, a stable life, true love. What they have currently won’t last, can’t you see that? Colton Adams, you are…” She stopped when he began crying. She hugged him. She was sure p

They are your enemies who will pretend to be your friends to discover your secret so they can beat you at the competition. I'm tired of fake people in my life. I love Cassie, as she is a true friend. She doesn't care about who has money and who doesn't. All she cares about is the person that she is friends with. She is honest with everybody. If she doesn't like you, she will tell it straight to your face. She won't go behind your back and tell everybody that she doesn't like you. I cannot explain how much I appreciate a true friend like her. I am glad that she found Jimmy and that the two of them look so happy together. I am lying in my bed, thinking about Connor. I have always been in love

Gavin, my Beta, says as I enter the gym, probably looking annoyed. "Ah man, you know. The old man and my mom are just going at it. The usual," I answer honestly, and he rolls his eyes. "Focus on something else...like the fact you might be locked down to just one pussy tomorrow," Gavin says, and I force my eyes not to roll. I'm the one who made this fake image for myself two years ago, trying to be cool. It's not his fault I am starting to regret it. I honestly didn't plan my whole image out when I decided to start acting this way. I didn't think about the repercussions like fake friends and superficial girls sticking to me like gorilla duct tape.

I was suddenly taken aback by his gaze so I looked down at the drink. "Why don't you have any other friends?" I almost laughed at his question. "Why would I need fake people? I don't need many if it's not true, Rustov. I'm fine with Janice and Enzo." He sighed deeply. "Not all are fake, Audrey. Maybe you're just shutting them out of your life, you think everyone out there isn't worthy of your attention. That's why all lovers, you're bastardizing." "I don't need a lot of friends. And I don't need a boyfriend, so I bastardize all lovers."