Page 26 of My Fake Date With My Childhood Friend
“Bye,” I said tersely.
I turned and walked out the door, not giving him a chance to say anything else. I didn't have time for his crap tonight.
Alexander's car was pulling into my driveway. He got out and came to meet me at the bottom of my porch stairs. He looked so handsome in his tight jeans and dark shirt. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him. It felt like everything inside of me just started spinning, and I couldn'tbelieve how lucky I was to have a guy this great, even as a fake boyfriend.
“Ready to go?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
He opened the door for me, and I got in, then he closed the door and got in on the other side. We drove away from my house, and all I could think about was how great it felt to be away from there, with Alexander by my side.
“I told you that I'd bring some drinks, but I didn't get the chance to swing by the grocery store yet,” Alexander said. “Mind coming with me? It'll only be a few minutes. Otherwise, I'll drop you off at the party first.”
“No problem,” I said. I definitely wasn't going to that party without him.
We drove to the grocery store and quickly headed inside. I was impressed by how quickly Alexander found the aisle we were looking for and grabbed everything we needed.
“Do you want anything while we're in here?” He asked. I shook my head.
“I'm good, thanks.”
“Oh, before we go!” Alexander said, holding a hand up. I looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to finish his sentence. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone. “We should take some pictures together.”
I laughed. “Why?”
“Because we're a couple, and we need couple photos,” he said like it was obvious.
“Yeah, I know that,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But why in a grocery store?”
“We've been slacking on this,” he explained. “We should take them in different places to make it seem like we've been hanging out more than we have.”
“Alexander, we've seen each other every day this week.”
“But we didn't take any photos! And besides, most of those were at school, and that doesn't count.”
I sighed, resigned. He was right that an important part of our fake relationship was posting on social media, and we needed photos for that.
“Fine,” I said, smoothing down my hair. “But we're going to be wearing the same clothes in every single one.”
“Take off your jacket and put it in the cart,” he said. “When we take photos outside, we'll wear them. Boom, different outfits.”
I did as he said but said, “I'll have the same hair and makeup in all of them too.”
“Stop overthinking this.”
“Says the guy making me take a selfie in the grocery store.”
“You can put your hood up in the other ones to hide your hair! And nobody will notice if your makeup is the same.”
“Fine,” I said again. Somebody probably would notice, but it wasn't worth the argument. I moved to stand right next to Alexander. He raised the phone and got it at the right angle where both of us were visible, which was a little difficult since he was more than half a foot taller than me.
“Smile,” he said.
I did, even though it felt weird. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked in the light and how my heart started racing when our eyes met. He snapped the photo, and I could feel a lump in my throat.
“We should do the one where I’m kissing your cheek,” he said.
My heart raced. I tried to ignore the feeling.
