Fake it 'til you make it BxNB

Fake it 'til you make it BxNB

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//Olivers POV// I stand there, stunned. "Are you for real?" She just stares. I can't believe she could say that sort of thing with a straight face. I wanted to run, to cry, I wanted to punch her. But I just freeze. "I'm..sorry. You needed to know." She wasn't sorry, she knows how I feel and she told me anyways. I feel the paper in my pocket, and finally run. Oliver Johnson and Jordan Taylor are two entirely different people, and somehow just alike. One who was hurt and one who's never known the feeling of what love can be, both extremely competitive. When things take a turn for the worst after getting caught in a seemingly intimate moment, the men need to fake a relationship until they can find a way to fix things, without facing their own confusing feelings. Can they make it to graduation without falling in love? ⚠️!!TW: there will be talk of sewerslide, r@pe, sa, and sh!!⚠️ I will put TWs at the beginning of the chapters that have them. ☑️I DO: accept constructive criticism and feedback along with ideas (I'll give you credit) ☑️I DO: encourage you to share this story 😊 🚫 I DON'T: accept hate or any rude comments towards the situation or characters
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Eventually, his shoes stepped in front of mine, so close that his pointed brown toecap nearly touched the scuffed toes of my old vans. Old and new, coming together as if time and wear had never mattered at all. Perhaps if I stared at his shoes long enough, I could forget that his face was there at all and I would never have to say a word to him. I would never even have to look him in the eye. He would never look into mine and read right away that I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone else, but also that I loved him more than I had ever loved too. And that such a love made me willing to let go of all of my hatred, my resentment, for just a small dose of what I'd had before. If I could pour Oliver into a needle and shoot him straight into my veins, letting my eyes roll back into my head and reality slip away from me, laying in a delicious delusion, I would never want for a single other thing. *** Twenty years after their first encounter, Elio is learning to accept that he and Oliver will never be together. Now living in Dresden, teaching music, and in a relationship with someone new, his time with Oliver feels a world away. Except, it's not. Oliver comes crashing back into his life and Elio realises that he can never truly move on from the Summer in Northern Italy. So, he decides that, if he can't move on, then neither should Oliver.

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