My Fake Fiance Page #3

I'll be right there. Have a nice life.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What about the money?

Your furniture? Our love?

Oh, be the coffee maker. Be the coffee maker.

So, you're thinking a DJ or a band?

Oh, here it is. Invited guests have an obligation to

send a gift whether they are attending or not.

Seriously? That is, that is awesome. So we need to invite

everyone that we know. In fact, we should invite

everyone that we've ever met, especially the rich ones.

You know what? I spilled coffee once on Donald Trump.

Why don't we send a couple of invites over to Trump

Tower, see what happens?

- Brilliant!

-Thank you.

Okay, just so we're clear - we announce our engagement,we send

out invitations and then just before the wedding, we call it off.

I keep all the gifts for my apartment, and you

keep all the cash to pay off your debt.

It's perfect. Plus, the girls love a guy who's been left at the altar,so

I will definitely be seeing some sympathy bow-chicka-wow-wow.

Wow. I just hope people will buy that I've actually

lowered my standards this much.

Ha. What does it say in there about calling it off?I need to

know how long we need to keep this charade up.

I really need to pay off the monkey.

Oh no. If the couple calls off their engagement prior to

the wedding, all gifts must be promptly returned.

So, wait a minute. What does that mean?

That we have to actually go through with it?

Apparently so.

You and I are broke. We can't afford a wedding.

Yes, we can. We pretend we're planning a wedding,

but then as the date approaches,

we get overwhelmed with the details and have to elope.

It's perfect. We get the gifts, but without the wedding.

That could work.

It will work. All we have to do is convince

people that we're in love.

-Oh, God.

-Oh, God.

No, you know what? We can do this. We just have

to make up a story about our whirlwind romance.

Yeah, like how I swept you off your feet

with my dashing good looks.

Or something believable.

What? Like your effervescent charm?

No. Like we bonded over something we have in

common. Now, what do we have in common?

- Any ideas?

- Not a one.

Well, guess that's about it. I'm telling

you this guy is a real pig.

I know. This is the first time I've ransacked a place and I

left it cleaner than I found it. What did we get, anyway?

-Not much. A jar of pennies, a stack of vintage girlie magazines.

-And we'll have to wait until he gets here.

- What is that?

- A dictionary. What's that thing he called us?

- What do you mean? Cliche?

- Yeah, cliche.

Cliche. Cliche.

C-l-e-e-s-h-a-y.

I can't find it.

Look, all I know is he better get here soon. 'Cause if I miss

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