When Is National Fake Friend Day の小説・ストーリー

It was taken this morning. I log onto my F******k. Many people had sent me friend requests. I don’t view all the requests because I am too lazy to see if I know them or not. My profile is now filled with people asking me if I am dating. So, I don’t have to respond to each individual person, I change my status from single to in a serious relationship. There are a lot of chancers or so-called friends who have never added me but are now leaving big, long notes of how they knew me. No way am I going to accept their fake form of friendship now.

“I do not agree with that but have it your way, but I think you are right. At least if I have the money for my mom’s surgery I won’t be here.” “Okay, okay, so pick a date.” “Let’s do it next weekend,” she said finally after a long pause. “Okay that’s fine by me,” I said. “And one more thing Stacy, you can’t tell people this is a fake marriage.” I said to her, “Yeah I know but I might have mentioned it to my friend before coming here, hope that’s not too bad?” She said nervously. “No, it’s fine. She’s your best friend after all. I told Cathy also,” I said.

I continued, “and we have to uphold this fake relationship situation for the entire time, then I want to make something clear: we are not going to be in any sort of relationship other than friendship behind the scenes.” Nathan nodded slowly. “Go on…” “Rule one: all dates, public occasions, facing the media, Alpha Council visits, and family visits will be faked. Rule two: at home, I don’t want there to be anything else going on between us. I don’t want to do anything to destroy our friendship.” “Well, that’s fair,” Nathan said. “But what if either of us wants to look for a romantic partner?”

"I dare you." "You dare me?" He crosses his arms. "What're we, on the playground? To do what?" "To let me decide our next date." Fake date, I remind myself. "To spend the day with me, being normal." "No way." He shakes his head. I'm nearing the bottom of my tequila sour, and I'm already drunk enough to do what always made my little brother crack when I dared him to do something. "Ohhh," I tease, swigging back the rest of my drink. "It sounds like someone's being... chicken."

“And what exactly does this story entail?” Sophie hesitated before answering. “A couple of public outings, a few dates in places where we know we’ll be seen. Hand-holding, smiling—basic couple stuff. Nothing over the top.” Jake let out a dry laugh. “Great. Just what I always wanted—to fake-date a celebrity.” She gave him an apologetic look. “I know this isn’t fair to you. But I swear, once the media gets bored, they’ll move on. A month, tops.”

“Let’s go with Sparky because it’s reminiscent of my fiery temper. Although, you can call me Grizz on important occasions like my birthday, National Donut Day, Best Friends Day, Pi Day, and April Fools Day.” I turned my head to look at Niccolò and saw a grin on his face. I honestly didn’t think that he’d go for Sparky, but I was pleasantly surprised. He seemed to have this air of confidence about him that I admired. “Do you seriously celebrate Pi day?” I asked him. Niccolò placed his hand over his heart and gave me an innocent expression. “Of course, I do. Every March 14th is spent appreciating and consuming a vast variety of pies. I always throw a little pie party for the cool kids who appr

"Okay. You get a point for that." "My turn," I say, crossing my arms. "When's my birthday?" Aurora opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. She squints, thinking hard. "Uh... October? No, wait. November?" I sigh, shaking my head. "You don't even know my birthday? Wow. I'm hurt. Truly." "Hey, we've only been fake-dating for a while!" she shoves my shoulder. "When is it?" "September twelfth," I said. "And we have a serious fucking problem if we can't even get that right. We have a lot of work to do if we're going to fool this entire campus."

Every year on April Fools' Day, my boyfriend would team up with his childhood best friend to pull the same prank on me. He would pretend to propose. Last year, the two of them laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, even though my fingers were almost crushed in the process. Later, he apologized and swore that this year would be different. This year, the proposal would be real. As such, when he called me again, sounding urgent and telling me to come to the place where we had our very first date, I believed him.

If James could build a double life, so could I. I opened a dating app I’d never used before and let it load. The sign-up screen was a wash of neon and promises. Meet someone new tonight. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, then typed my name, a fake email, and uploaded a picture of myself from a week ago when I’d still been smiling. “Age?” it asked. “Twenty-one,” I typed. “Looking for?” it asked. “Everything I’ve been denied,” I whispered, and ticked the boxes anyway.

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”