"And everybody 'round you is so basic." - The Weeknd
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Tonight's game wasn't just good, it was fucking great! We were all in beast mode and fucked NYU up. It's definitely a perfect night to celebrate this win.
I just got out of the shower, and in the middle of trying to get dressed when my room door abruptly opens and in barges my lovely blonde friend, Leah. She's holding a bottle of Don Julio in one and an ice cream tub in the other.
With a big sigh and an even bigger frown, she takes a seat on my bed, completely ignoring my half naked body.
"Yes, come in. Sit down and watch me get dressed." I sarcastically say.
Leah let's out a very dramatic and comedic groan. "Uh, nothing I haven't seen before." She states before throwing herself back on my bed. Well something is definitely wrong if she's not her chipper self. "I need to get drunk and blackout for a whole week."
Wow. Now that didn't sound dramatic. If anything, it sounded concerning. I raise a brow. "What happened? Is it your mystery date?"
Today was supposed to be a good day. It wasn't supposed to end with me beating the shit out of some dumbass if he hurt Leah. But now I really doubt she'll even tell me who it is.
"No, that's going good so far." She sighs again. "I mean like it's unfolding nicely."
"Then what's wrong?"
Leah sits up again. "They're engaged."
A single tear falls down her cheek and I automatically walk to sit beside her. I wrap an arm her shoulder and she lays her head on mine.
It hurts me to see my friend so bummed out like this.
Especially because she's one of the most cheerful and energetic people I've ever known. Leah makes anyone feel comfortable with her easygoing personality. She's funny and full of life.
"Will you be my fake boyfriend?" She asks and I chuckle. "Please." And she says that last word with complete seriousness.
Again I chuckle. "Fake boyfriend? What does that mean?"
"I can't be loser with no boyfriend Noah. My sister is engaged to who was supposed to be my husband and I can't even get a boyfriend?"
Whoa!
"But how would I be your fake boyfriend, anyways?"
"You would go with me to the rehearsal dinner and wedding and pretend to be my boyfriend in front of those backstabbing bitches." Leah looks up at me, batting her lashes.
Now that is something that I don't know if I can get behind on. That seems like a bad plan just waiting to explode.
My mouth hangs open. "You're joking." I manage to somehow chuckle again.
