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Surprisingly, it was very easy to fake date Harrison. Hanging out with his friends wasn't that awkward anymore since they had all pretty much accepted me into their group. It's nice to be in a group.

At this point, being with him was almost natural.

"I'm sorry, isn't this character, Long Dong Duck, like kind of racist?" Harrison asks me while we were, finally, watching Sixteen Candles. Both of us leaning into each other's sides. A popcorn bowl shared between us.

"Not 'kind of', extremely racist," I say not tearing my eyes away from the screen.

"Then how can you like this movie?" He asks.

"Jake Ryan," I say dreamily. From the corner of my eye I can see Harrison roll his.

"I am way better looking than that guy." I glance over at him for a second. Was he seriously jealous or just playing?

I look back to the screen. "You wish."

"Oh, yeah?" Next thing I know he's tossing handfuls of popcorn at me. I yell at him to stop but it's ineffective as I was laughing while doing so. I grab a pillow to hit him with it.

"I hope you plan on cleaning all that up," Dad says walking into our popcorn/pillow fight.

"We will," I promise, chuckling.

"Harrison, you still coming over to watch the game tomorrow?" Dad asks. Harrison sits up straight before answering.

"Yes, Mr. L/N." He was always so polite towards him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me D/N?" Dad questions, a grin on his lips.

"At least once more, sir," Harrison replied smoothly.

Dad looked at the two of us on the couch. "All right, I'll leave you kids to it. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"Okay," Harrison says, relaxing into the same way we were before. Except now surrounded by popcorn.

Harrison had been coming over very often lately. Watching games with Dad. I could tell that Dad liked him. He must like having another guy in the house. Especially since I had never been that into sports. So I could never really understand the games like Harrison could.

I just hoped he wasn't getting too attached. Because fake boyfriends don't last too long. I think.

"Hey, you alright?" Harrison asks, looking at me. I must have been frowning or something for him to notice.

"Yeah, I'm just tired," I play it off.

"You can lie down if you want," he tells me. I move my body to be horizontal on the couch. I cautiously rest my head on his lap which he seemed fine with.

I thought it would be weird to be like this. Since we're not even really dating. But it didn't feel weird. And then Harrison began to run his fingers through my hair.

And it was like we actually were a couple. Not pretending.