When Is National Fake Friend Day Novels & Stories

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.

I reach for my phone to check the actual date when Nate precedes me, saying, “It’s the 24th of January. We should celebrate.” I take a deep breath. The 24th of January. I repeat it in my head again and again—my birth date. I never could’ve guessed. And I’ve been guessing all my life. “I don’t know. This feels weird,” I answer, brows still creased in confusion. I always knew that my birthday was almost certainly not in November, but it was nice that we chose the first snow day. “Well, I already told Jenny and Eleanor. Your friends are coming to your place after work,” he replies, face scrunching up.

"I like you." "Split? Is he talking about that Shyamalan movie with the twist ending?" Nice going, Blackwell. Not too shabby. I can't tell him that, though, because I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "I wish I could say the same about you, but I'm sorry. Last I checked, National Opposite Day is on January 25th." Well, that was just lame. I could have done better, but he managed a half-laugh anyway. I couldn't quite tell if it was genuine or not.

I looked down at my phone in my hand and I realized that Bernice had hung up. I decided to give her a call back to know what she was trying to say before Mary had interrupted. After searching for her caller ID, I was about to click on the green button when a notification popped up at the top of my phone screen. It was a F******k notification, telling me that someone had sent me a friend request. I had to see who it was because literally no one knew me on the internet, mostly because I was using a fake name. There he was in all his glory, in a picture of him at the beach without a shirt, staring right at me.

he said proudly. "And you are proud of that?" I said disgusted. He shrugged like that was the most casual thing on earth "shouldn't I be?" It hasn't even been two hours since we started fake dating but I am already regretting it, keeping this guy close to me is enough to end my life. "Let's go for a date tomorrow, that way I would get to know more about you and even teach you some stuffs on dating" I didn't even look at him "we are in a fake relationship you don't need to know anything about me" with that I speed off to the campus gate.

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!