Some people scrapbook. I screenshot my exes' texts.
What started as me venting my dating disasters online (creative outlet, don't judge) has turned into a blog with actual followers—and the only thing keeping me in my dirt-cheap apartment. My grandmother-slash-landlord insists I "prove my creativity" to stay, so the blog lives on. Except now my readers want a happy ending with an ex. Problem? None of my exes qualify. So… I invent one. The perfect guy. The one that got away. Rule #1: Never roast your exes online if they know how to read. Rule #2: Definitely don't make up a fake ex-boyfriend just to keep your rent low. Rule #3: Don't—under any circumstances—let your best friend discover the lie. Because now he's volunteered to become my fake perfect ex. And the more we fake it, the more I can't tell if my readers are the only ones falling for the story. Turns out, the biggest plot twist of all? I might have been in love with him the whole time.
