Novel & Cerita Short Quotes About Fake Friends

Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage, and I, the fool who thought it was friendship. Now I sip my tea with quiet grace, for I have learned — not all enemies wear frowns. Some wear my perfume, and borrow my smile. Such is the life of a fake friend. Beware!

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

“Just don’t lie to me. And believe me when I say that I wouldn’t do that to you. I know that picture was fake. I just need to prove it.” “I felt a little taken aback, and then my friends started talking shit.” “Don’t listen to your friends,” I spit. They are the target group of jocks that I strive to avoid. They say that you’re only as good as the 5 people you keep in your company, but I hoped that wouldn’t apply to Aaron, because his friends are assholes.

He asked. "Cake. Stupid" I said. "we all had lunch together, then they left. Few other friends came over and at last I had amazing family time." "Wow. You can talk so much without even breathing." "Yeah. True friends care, fake friends say they will meet but then ditch us" "Common yaar I told you some things really important came up. I AM SORRY." He said holding his ears. We sat there for few minutes talking about my birthday and then decided to grab a coffee from canteen before leaving. We saw Armaan downstairs and asked him to join us.

One of the reason why our friendship becomes more stronger and longer. "You know there are two kinds of friends, the first is the real friend and the second is plastic." I said and nodded at it. "I'm aware of that, I'm not stupid like you." I immediately looked at him badly after he said no to me. "What the-- kala ko ba mabait ka na ?!" "I am, I was just joking stupid." There he is again! Like a fool, is he annoying or does he really want to make me angry? An hour later the show ended and he put his laptop aside. "I was thinking, what about let's talk about our favorites? What do you think?"

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.

The day that made me who I am today. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Those words are my motivation and what keeps me going. I trust nobody. Likewise, myself. Anything can happen in the cruel world we live in. It doesn't matter whether rich or poor. Healthy or sick. Man or woman. They all put on a fake façade.

Another lady said, filling in for her role. With this statement, Clara woke up from her dream of having a lot of friends and she started noticing that the people around her were not being sincere. Their smiles were all fake. They never wanted to befriend them at first, it was all a charade they made up just to mock and laugh at her. "Sorry, I just remembered that I needed to be somewhere. I am really sorry"she apologized, trying to leave the presence of these stupid people, but who is she kidding? Will they let her go?

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.