Never a Peanutbutter-less Life

My (Fake) Boyfriend

"I need your help."

Duncan looked up from his sketchbook where he was detailing a clients tattoo.

"No, 'hey Duncan, how are you?" He says sarcastically.

Courtney huffed. "Hey, Duncan. How are you?"

"Actually I'm-"

"I need your help!"

Duncan set down the pencil and gave her what could pass for, his full attention.

"So, you know how my friend Zoey is getting married to her boyfriend Mike?" She paused and Duncan raised a pierced brow.

"You, Miss Uptight, having friends?" He mocks shock and Courtney scowls.

"Anyways, their wedding is this weekend and I don't have a date..." She says.

Duncan shrugs. "So?"

"So...normally that wouldn't be an issue but Scott is going to be there and I just know he's going to bring that hippie with him and-"

Duncan holds up a hand to stop her from her rant.

"What do you need from me, Princess?"

"Be my boyfriend for the weekend?" She asks, in all seriousness.

Duncan was, for once, at a loss for words. Here, his best friend (who also happened to be the woman of his dreams) was asking him to play pretend for the entire weekend. What do you say to that?

"What do I get out of this exactly?" He says, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms across his chest.

"You get to say you were a decent friend! Besides you owe me for covering for your ass practically all our teenage years."

Duncan smirks remembering the times when Courtney would bitch at how she had to lie to his Mom that he was over at her house when really he was a) smoking b) hanging out with his girl of the week c) both.

"Touché. Alright, so if I do this boyfriend thingy for you, we'll call it even. Consider this me paying back the I.O.U."

Courtney extended her pinky out and Duncan locked his with hers, a habit they had started when they were younger.

"Okay. We're leaving Friday afternoon so we can get there to the hotel on time. Bring dress shoes Duncan. I better not see those nasty ass converse of yours..." She says, exiting the parlor.

Duncan sighed.

What the hell did I just get myself into?
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"Finally, we're here." Duncan complained as they walked into the hotel lobby.

"Duncan, hush. You didn't even drive down here so don't act like you're so tired."

Courtney waltz up to the lobby desk. "I need one twin room."

The clerk looked up at her over the rim of her falling glasses, and gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry to say this but looks like all our twin rooms are taken, but we have plenty of double rooms."

Courtney cast a look at Duncan.

"Courtney, it's fine. We've been friends practically 20 years, so sharing a bed for a couple days isn't going to be an issue."

Courtney still looked unconvinced. Duncan nodded to the clerk.

"We'll take it."
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"I can't believe all their twin rooms were taken." Courtney said as they began to settle in their room.