Fake Love [Spyair Fanfiction]

Prologue

View Ike:

An ordinary day as ever was about to start. The world tour was near, so we all have been busy. "Ikeda, could you bring these to your Manager, he is in front of the building, still having that phone call", some secretary told me to do. Well, at least I could do something beside standing around and waiting for the staff to get ready for recordings.

I went outside the office, going around the long corridors, as I made my way to the elevator. In meanwhile, I checked my phone. Only a few weeks ago, I installed Instagram, to be more near to my fans, to be more connected with them. And I think they liked it.

My whole notification was full of people liking and commenting pictures I posted, even the lame ones where you only could see the thing I ate. Guess our fans reaaaally are interested in our lifes.

I even had some private messages. Basically people, trying to get a conversation with me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I would like to text the whole beautiful day just with my fans, but they aren't fans just for texting with me, I need to do the music they all love and all want.

So I entered the elevator, letting my eyes wander over all these buttons, then I gently pressed the button which had a small "E" on it. E for exit, of course.

Again, I checked my phone. There were even more New messages, I just couldn't get it.

The elevator took a while to work clearly, it was an old thing, the last update on this was a few centuries ago. I think I wasn't even born there.

So the elevator took long to go all the way downstairs, that's why I started to read some of the private messages, I received. Like I said, much texts were filled with "Hey" or so, some were filled with fanarts, and some with Spam. But one message catched my attention easily.

A message by a person named "Clara". I know many Claras actually, and that Clara was one of them.

"Hey Ikeda-saaaaan🙈 I know we didn't have seen each other in a long time, but I have a question!"

I smiled a bit. The imagination of her texting this while running around in her home was in my head. She always did this, for no clear reason.

"Yeah Clara, long time no see. What's the matter with your question?", I answered her, actually being curious which weird idea she had to tell me.

It didn't take long for her to answer.

"Well, I want you to be my best friends boyfriend!"

"... What?"