Short Quotes About Fake Friends Novels & Stories

“Who cares? You’re going to have your own restaurant one day and they’ll all be eating your dust.” I smile over the table at my dear friend. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For always being here for me. It means a lot.” She gives me a beautiful, broad smile. “What are friends for if not to have fake sick days, bust cheating assholes and conniving relatives with?” I laugh and raise my coffee cup to him. “Cheers to that.” I knock on my friend’s door, and she opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She leans in and hugs me.

she tapped her hearing aide, "I only sign. And girls my age don't like me because I'm beneath them." "Fuck! That's crazy, Sinclair. They don't deserve you anyway. But I know what you mean. I had a lot of fake friends before. They only like me because of my brother and his friends. When I realized that's the case. I said, to hell with them. I am better off alone. That's why I am glad I met you tonight. Listen, can we exchange numbers?" "Oh, god. Sure. I would like that. We can meet sometimes." They exchanged numbers, giggling when they realized they had the same phone case.

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

“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

She asked. "Out with my friends" I said, settling down besides Hamza stealing his popcorn. "You have friends? That's shocking." She said, raising her eyebrows. I pushed my tongue against my inner cheek and smiled tightly. "Everyone does minu darling. Oh wait you don't." I said faking sadness. Everyone knows popular people don't befriend people and that's nothing new. "What do you mean?" She seethed in anger while Hamza snickered next to me choking on his popcorn.

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."

“There aren’t many of them. They’re all my best friends. Real friends.” After sending the text, he sighed. “Before my tendons were cut, I was slightly more well-known, and a lot of people were pandering to me. “After my tendon injury, most of them stayed away from me, and only a handful stayed in contact with me. “It’s true what people say. You’ll only see who your fake friends are when you’re in trouble.” Kayson comforted him. “It’s all in the past now. You’re already fully healed, so you’ll get back to the peak.”

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."

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."

"That is the problem. He seems like a nice guy but I think he is a little fake." "Fake?", Sophie repeated. "How?" "He looks and smiles gently but I still don't like him, never did. I always felt that his gentility was a mask" "Selena, that's enough! Just because you think he is fake doesn't necessarily mean he is. I mean who doesn't wear a mask nowadays. As long he does nothing bad to me and the people around me, he will always be my friend." Selena rolled her eyes at her. "Just forget it. We already had this conversation multiple times already. I would not have this conversation again. I am going upstairs to change, he might be arriving any moment from now"