Novel & Cerita When Is National Fake Friend Day

"You have a 2:00pm. fitting with Mr. Lorenzo. He's the stylist" Jessica blinked, "Stylist?" "For Saturday's gala. And afterward, you'll be doing a mock press interview. Mr. Blackwood insisted. Jessica exhaled. "Of course he did". Juliet gave her a small smile. "Look on the bright side. You're about to be the most photographed fake bride in the country". Jessica didn't laugh. Instead, she turned back to the city view and whispered. "This isn't just a new life. It's someone else's"

The moment I stepped out, James stood up, plastering a fawning smile across his face. "Rena, are you okay? I should've taught my son better. I'm sorry you had to go through this." His wife chimed in, just as insincere. "Yes, Rena. Daniel's spoiled, but I know you're kind-hearted. Please forgive him." I looked at them, their fake smiles twisting in my mind, and a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

It'd been so long since I had a real friend, let alone a man I'd known online for four years. I hesitated for a long time before Chickening out. "I'm... actually out of town right now." "Let's wait until after the Winter Festival. I'll buy you a drink then." I hate lying, especially to Z. I felt terrible for faking it, so I decided to make it up to him. I went online and picked out a pair of obsidian cufflinks and had them sent to a public locker downtown. I sent him the details. "Z, the Winter Festival is coming up. Happy early holidays."

My stomach twisted into knots and I wracked my brain to how best to approach this. The startling reality that I didn’t have much friends hit me this morning. I needed someone to talk to, Marcella was a huge no, and I didn’t have anyone else. Does my brother classify as my friend? I inhaled deeply. Maybe there’s no need to overthink this. I mean…he’s an artist. Surely he’s more open minded to the mysteries of the universe. Like werewolves and aliens. “What is it?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. “You want to say something, spit it out.”

“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.

It was supposed to be a distraction to shut my brain off but it wasn’t working, not even close. Astrid kept slipping into my thoughts. It had been a month since we started fake dating and the last thing I wanted was being the first to fall for it. I exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts away as I fired at an incoming enemy. “You’re doing it again,” Calvin said. “Doing what?” “That thing where you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” “I genuinely don’t know what you are talking about.” I drawled so it would sink in but instead, he snorted.

I blurted out "He just asked me this morning if I could be his fake girlfriend or something so that he wouldn't be the only single friend. He already told them that I was his girlfriend before he even told me about it" Rilee blinks at me expectantly. "Is this a joke?" I shake my head. "I sort of wish it was." She ponders over her thoughts for a moment before bursting into a smile. "This is so exciting. Oh. My. God. Who's my date going to be to this quintuple couple date? I'm in on your plan! I knew something felt wrong!" Another text from Zach. Zach: If Rilee Needs a date I know a guy

Gracie spoke with the similar smile on her face as she picked up her water bottle, chugging the liquid, and giving some time to the couple. The universe seemed to be mocking her since even her best friend was in a serious relationship for the past two years and have to be getting more action than any of her friends and of course herself. "K, see you. Bye Gracie." Niall spoke rushing out of the class, after talking to his girlfriend. It was Gracie's turn to smirk. "So, that was the reason, you didn't get time to call me and tell, you will be absent for two days?" Adding the wiggle of her mischievous eyebrows.

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou

I have no friends, no one to talk to, and no one to check in with. So, like a sad little ghost of my past life, I spent most of the week stalking people I swore I was done with. I logged into my fake account, one I used to roll my eyes at but now cling to like a lifeline. I started with Martin and Kimberly’s pages. Nothing new. Just old photos of forced smiles and staged perfection. Typical. Then Kiara.