When my dream apartment turned out to be \u201ccouples only,\u201d I had two options: give up or convince my messy, burger-loving best friend to fake a relationship with me. What started as a desperate plan for cheap rent became something neither of us saw coming\u2026<\/p>\n
I needed a place. Fast. My lease was ending in less than two weeks, and I was running out of options.<\/p>\n
Every apartment I checked out was either way too expensive or looked like it should\u2019ve been condemned.<\/p>\n
One had black mold crawling up the bathroom walls like it paid rent there.<\/p>\n
Another had carpet so sticky I left my shoe behind when I tried to leave. I was tired, frustrated, and very close to giving up.<\/p>\n
I sat across from Jamie at our usual booth in Benny\u2019s Diner \u2014 the one with the peeling red seats and the Formica table scratched up with names and hearts carved by bored teenagers.<\/p>\n
Syrup bottles sat on the table, their sides crusty with sugar.<\/p>\n
The whole place smelled like burnt coffee and fried eggs, but it was the kind of familiar that made you feel safe.<\/p>\n
Jamie was halfway through a sad-looking burger, chewing like it was a chore. He nodded while I ranted about rental scams and closet-sized studios with views of brick walls.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think that\u2019s bad?\u201d he said, wiping ketchup off his chin.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy landlord\u2019s kicking me out next month. Says he\u2019s turning the place into a yoga retreat for retired chiropractors.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a short laugh. \u201cWhat even is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged. \u201cBeats me. But I\u2019m officially homeless in thirty days.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone and opened a listing I\u2019d saved. \u201cLook at this,\u201d I said, sliding it across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo bedrooms, huge windows, real wood floors. And the rent? Totally doable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jamie leaned in, squinting at the screen like he was trying to read fine print without his glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cDang. That\u2019s nice. You\u2019ve got to grab that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I chewed on my lip.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a catch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course there is. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe landlord only rents to couples.\u201d<\/p>\n
He blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cSomething about preserving moral values and avoiding \u2018chaos\u2019\u2026 whatever that means.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jamie chuckled, but when he saw my face, he stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait. You\u2019re serious?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave him a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you saying we pretend to be\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised one eyebrow.<\/p>\n
He groaned and dropped his head into his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019m saying this, but fine. Let\u2019s fake it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house was even more beautiful in person.<\/p>\n
White wooden trim, a porch swing that creaked gently in the breeze, and rose vines climbing up the railings like they had nowhere else better to be.<\/p>\n
The sun hit the front steps in just the right way, warm and golden, like it was part of the welcome.<\/p>\n
Jamie let out a low whistle. \u201cOkay\u2026 I get it. This place is dreamy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, trying to play it cool even though my heart was pounding. I wanted this place so bad it made my teeth hurt.<\/p>\n
The front door opened before we knocked. Out stepped Miss Helen.<\/p>\n
She wore a pale yellow cardigan and had soft gray curls tucked neatly behind her ears.<\/p>\n
Her eyes, though? Sharp as pins. The kind of eyes that saw\u00a0everything<\/i>.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfternoon,\u201d she said with a polite smile. \u201cYou must be the couple who called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d I said. \u201cThanks so much for showing us the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
She motioned us in with a wave that smelled faintly of lavender soap. \u201cCome on in, then. Let\u2019s have a look around.\u201d<\/p>\n
We barely got inside when she asked, \u201cSo how long have you two been together?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jamie and I froze for half a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cUh\u2014\u201d I started, scrambling for words.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years,\u201d Jamie jumped in, fast and confident.<\/p>\n
\u201cMet at a community poetry reading.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked. That wasn\u2019t bad.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe both hated the poet,\u201d I added, giving a nervous laugh.<\/p>\n
Miss Helen raised an eyebrow. \u201cThat\u2019s a shame. I love poetry.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned and walked deeper into the house. We followed her through rooms that smelled like lemon polish and old pine wood.<\/p>\n
Jamie was careful not to touch anything. I kept my hands clasped tight in front of me.<\/p>\n
In the kitchen, Miss Helen paused, watching us. Jamie stood a solid foot away from me, hands in his pockets.<\/p>\n
\u201cCouples,\u201d she said, her voice pointed, \u201cshouldn\u2019t be afraid to show a little affection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jamie\u2019s eyes met mine. I shook my head slightly \u2014 too late.<\/p>\n
He kissed me. Right there, on the mouth. No warning, no time to prepare.<\/p>\n
His lips were warm, and his aftershave smelled like citrus and nerves.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t slap him. But I thought about it.<\/p>\n
Instead, I smiled through clenched teeth, my heart thudding like a kicked dryer.<\/p>\n
We got the keys. Then she told us she lived next door.<\/p>\n
Great. Just great.<\/p>\n
Living together was\u2026 a disaster. A full-on, slow-motion kind of disaster \u2014 the kind you could see coming from a mile away but were too tired to stop.<\/p>\n
Jamie left dirty dishes in the sink like he was building some modern art sculpture. Forks balanced on top of plates, coffee-stained mugs stacked like leaning towers.<\/p>\n
I had labeled everything in the pantry \u2014 beans, rice, cereal, flour \u2014 thinking it would help. He said it felt like living in a grocery store and never followed the system.<\/p>\n
I liked quiet mornings \u2014 soft footsteps, the sound of the kettle warming, maybe a little peace.<\/p>\n
Jamie? Jamie sang off-key show tunes while making his coffee like he was auditioning for the loudest musical ever made.<\/p>\n
He added sound effects with his spoon. It made me want to scream.<\/p>\n
But the worst part? Miss Helen.<\/p>\n
She visited a lot. Like,\u00a0a lot<\/i>. She\u2019d knock on our window holding a basket of muffins, her expression cheerful but always questioning.<\/p>\n
Her eyes scanned the room like a detective on a mission.<\/p>\n
We had to act. Big time.<\/p>\n
Hugs that felt stiff and weird. Fake smiles that hurt my face. Inside jokes we invented five minutes before she walked in.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember the blueberry incident?\u201d I\u2019d say.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, classic blueberry incident,\u201d Jamie would nod like it meant something.<\/p>\n
One evening, right after she left and the door shut behind her, I lost it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left your wet towel on my bed.\u00a0Again,<\/i>\u201d I snapped, holding it up like it was evidence in court.<\/p>\n
He rolled his eyes. \u201cYou alphabetized the spice rack.\u00a0Again.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least the spices aren\u2019t trying to grow mold!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re impossible!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo are you!\u201d<\/p>\n
We glared at each other. Then stormed off to opposite sides of the apartment.<\/p>\n
That night, I heard him talking on the phone in the living room. I stayed quiet behind the hallway door.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe drives me crazy,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she\u2019s kinda great. Like\u2026 I don\u2019t know. Funny. Sharp. And she cares, even when she\u2019s mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t breathe. He didn\u2019t know I was there.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and found pancakes waiting for me. They were shaped into letters.<\/p>\n
\u201cS-O-R-R-Y.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed so hard, I nearly choked on the \u201cY.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then one evening, Jamie leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and cleared his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got a date,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I froze, holding a spoon mid-air over my cereal bowl. \u201cA what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA date. You know, dinner, conversation, hopefully not awkward silence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith who?\u201d I tried to keep my voice calm, but it came out higher than I wanted.<\/p>\n
\u201cA girl I met online. Her name\u2019s Katie. She seems cool.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted like someone had wrung it out like a wet rag. \u201cYou\u2019re going to blow our cover,\u201d I said. \u201cWhat if Miss Helen sees you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe won\u2019t,\u201d he replied, grabbing his jacket. \u201cJust cover for me. Go have tea with her or something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him, but he didn\u2019t flinch. That made it worse.<\/p>\n
I stormed into my room, slamming the door so hard a picture frame rattled on the wall. I paced for a while, arms crossed, biting my lip.<\/p>\n
Then I found myself pulling on a sweater, grabbing the store-bought pie we\u2019d never touched, and heading next door.<\/p>\n
I knocked. Miss Helen opened the door with her usual calm smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, come in, dear. I just made a fresh pot.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tea was warm, just like always, and the pie\u2014thankfully\u2014was hers.<\/p>\n
Her living room smelled like cinnamon, books, and old wood. Her cat was curled up in the corner like a silent witness.<\/p>\n
She poured the tea slowly. \u201cEverything alright between you two? I notice things, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at my cup. \u201cWe fight sometimes. He\u2019s messy, and I like rules. But when he\u2019s not around\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I paused, the words thick in my throat. \u201cI miss him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miss Helen tilted her head, watching me closely. \u201cAnd when he\u00a0is<\/i>\u00a0around?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI smile,\u201d I said, softer now. \u201cEven when I\u2019m mad. Especially when I\u2019m mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled gently. \u201cSounds like love to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood up quickly, almost knocking over the teacup. \u201cI have to go,\u201d I said, grabbing my coat. \u201cI might be making a huge mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
And I ran out the door.<\/p>\n
I ran back, heart pounding like a marching band in my chest. My shoes slapped the sidewalk. The wind pulled at my hair. I didn\u2019t stop to breathe until I reached the door. I fumbled with the key, pushed it open, and burst inside just as Jamie was slipping his arms into his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t go,\u201d I blurted out, louder than I meant to.<\/p>\n
He turned, surprised. \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood there, chest rising and falling, the words tumbling out fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I like you. Not fake-like. Real-like. Because when you sing in the morning, I want to throw something at you\u2026 but I also want to hear the next note. Because you drive me up the wall, but I\u2019d rather lose my mind with you than stay calm with anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me for a second, eyes wide. Then he smiled \u2014 slow and real.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was hoping you\u2019d say that,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI only set the date to see if you\u2019d stop me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I narrowed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou manipulator.\u201d<\/p>\n
He grinned. \u201cYou alphabetizing tyrant.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both laughed \u2014 the kind of laugh that shakes loose the worry.<\/p>\n
Jamie pulled out his phone and canceled the date. Then we sat on the old couch, side by side, our arms touching.<\/p>\n
The ceiling fan spun slowly above us, steady and quiet.<\/p>\n
Outside, Miss Helen walked past our window. She gave us a small, knowing wave.<\/p>\n
We waved back.<\/p>\n
And this time, we weren\u2019t pretending.<\/p>\n
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