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"Thanks for driving me home," I say to Harrison, interrupting the silence that had consumed us on the ride home.

"No problem," I go to unbuckle my seatbelt, "So what are you going to tell Harry?"

I turn in the seat to look at him. "The truth, I guess." My shoulders shrug.

"And what is that? I mean, do you like him? Do you not like him?"

"I don't know," I know, "You don't have to worry about it, Harrison." I exit the car. He gets out and helps me with my bike. I begin rolling it to my porch, telling him 'bye'. His car drives off down the street.

The next morning I got up and ready for work. Heading out the door. I stop dead in my tracks when I see Harrison leaning against my car. How long had he been there?

He smiles at my shocked state. "I want to talk to you. Keys." He holds out his hand.

"Excuse me?" I question, walking slowly over to him.

"Well, you're certainly not driving. I'd like to live, if you don't mind. Keys." He gestures with his hand for me to give them to him. I stare at him for a moment. Then, hesitantly, hand him my keys. I go to sit in the passenger seat as he gets in the drivers one. He asks me where I work and I answered curtly about the coffee shop.

"So, what if you don't tell Harry the truth?" Harrison inquires after driving for five minutes.

"What?" I look at him from the side.

"What if," he began , "we let everyone think we're dating. For just a little while, of course."

"What? Why?" I couldn't believe what he was suggesting.

"Then you wouldn't have to talk to Harry. And, uh, my love life hasn't been up to par to what I thought it would be by now and I heard that women are more attracted to men who treated their exes well."

"There is no logic in that theory," I point out, shaking my head.

"I'm trying to help you out here," Harrison defends himself. He parks my car. His arm rests on the back of my seat, his head nudged closer in my direction. "So are you in?"

"No. That sounds like a terrible idea." I exit the car and close the door behind me.

"So you'll think about?" He asks.

I walk over, snatching my keys from his hand. "Wouldn't hold my breath if I were you," I tell him as I walk away. Locking my car behind me.

Fake dating? There's no possible way that will end well.