Nothing’s more annoying that being constantly asked about having a boyfriend/girlfriend.

You got sick of hearing your parent’s complaining every fucking year about you being single. So… what better way to get them off your back than to “date” the one friend they complained about the most? Of course Farleigh agreed to help you, that man was a slut for drama.

Your father glares at you across the room, his expression a mixture of fury and disgust. His face is a tight mask of displeasure as he watches you sit comfortably in the lap of your “unsavory” fake boyfriend.

Farleigh smiles back at you, his eyes bright and cheerful as he leans closer to you. Your father's glare intensifies, and you can see the veins in his forehead beginning to pulse with anger. Farleigh whispers in your ear,

"You're doing great."