Fake Boyfriend?

Hugo stumbled out of the haunted house like a man who had just barely survived a near-death experience.

His face was as pale as a ghost—ironically fitting, considering the absolute horror he had just endured.

His legs felt like jelly, his heartbeat was still hammering against his chest like an overexcited drummer, and worst of all, his dignity had been completely and utterly shattered.

He had entered that haunted house with the noble (and totally romantic) goal of making Emily cling to him in fear, but somehow, he had been the one screeching like a terrified raccoon while Emily just strolled through it like she was on a casual evening walk.

The betrayal! The disgrace! The utter travesty of it all!

As soon as Emily stepped out of the haunted house behind him, she burst into laughter—big, uncontrollable laughter that made her double over, clutching her stomach.