“Jealous 3shan he gets sluts? o ana g3d yam a7la wa7da on earth. I don’t think so, Aby ily yamy” he winked. Can I call this flirting? Im falling… for …. Him …. Early…. Too early.
“Yala, nezlay” he said, as he rushed to my door and opened it. What a gentlemen ha?
“thank you,” I blushed.
“7yach” he winked, and pulled me. Yes, pulled me from my hand to McDonalds. Im not hungry now, Im tummy filled now.
I gave him my order then sat on the nearest empty table. No one was around. Five minutes later, bunch of guys looked like 20’s came in. Ah, I was drooling. Yes drooling, well not drooling drooling. Almost!
They were 5, 3 tanned, 2 chay 7leb. I was starring, when Fawaz kicked my legs from under the table. “Ha?” he interrupted my thoughts about this yellow shirt guy. Ah, If I could draw him, I would show you all.
He was tanned, fully tanned. Hazel eyes, the one the showed from far. Short brownish hair, cap wore backwards. His muscles ah, he looked *sexy*. Not that guy you find in American gladiators, Na-Aa. The one with not that strong muscles, and six packs bs still looked, HOT.
“a’3ar” not now, uhh. Shard 3lek?
“hehe, sorry” I blushed.
“Al3an omhaaaaaa” he said, then started whistling. I turned around to see her. Yes a slut. Welcome to Halaga city again. There in chalets now, wow. I stepped on Fawaz’s foot so hard. Im not jealous, im kinda of yes yes. Ouuf.
“7setay feny?” he said, taking a sip from the diet coke.
“7ywan” I said, pissed. Sh-hal 7araka?
“Hehe, et’3aren 3lay?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“La2” I lied.
“e83ad, nazalat her dress. Allah 3ala her -CENSORED-” he’s killing me.
“Fawazo bs” hitting him with the tray.
“Ha, shgeltay, et’3areen wila abdi bil bnt ily yamha?”.
“eh” I huffed.
“shno ily eh?” he smiled deviously.
“Il hatha” I said, avoiding saying it.
“Tara ha!” g3d y7rny hatha?
“eh a’3ar” I blushed into mo red, obo il red.
“Etyanenen tadreen?”.
“galoha ‘3airik” I teased.
“Mno il 7ywan ily galich, 5leny athba7a” he said, folding his sleeves y3ni 9ij.
“Chill, my girl-friends.” I said, calming him down. A5af yswe shy. Mo mal ‘3shamra shakla.
“3baly b3d”.
I sensed some vibration in my cross bag, I quickly pulled my phone and answered.
Me: Alo.
9ali7: Yo Yo
Me: Watup yo nigga?
9ali7: Watup yo nigga? Kaak, g3da agol yo yo 3n rab3i. Walla inich day5a!
Me: Hehe, Shlonick? *looking at Fawaz pissed*
9ali7: Fine all da time.
1 minute later.
Me: Hehe, I’m good thanks for asking.
9ali7: A55!
Me: SHFEK?
9ali7: 5asart kila minich, na7s!
Me: Inzain ya 9ali7.
9ali7: Mo intay mo intay.
Me: 3yl?
9ali7: il 9a7ba.
Me: Kaak, mno il ma8roda?
9ali7: Ma t3rfeenha Ma t3rfeenha, qa9b razat il face.
Me: Malat, shtaby dag. Dag testa3b6?
9ali7: Goal thany Tf 3leech
Me: 9ALI7!
9ali7: Il 9a7ba Il 9a7ba mo intay shefech.
Me: Bye.
9ali7: Yalla bser3a reday, yabonich bil dowania.
Me: Kalb. Bye.
9ali7: Mno kalb, il 9a7b akeed.
Me: Hehe*I couldn't hide it* La2 int.
9ali7: 3baly b3d, yala take care.
*dedicated to Identity and darliam*
“mno hatha” he said, as soon as I hung up.
“9ali7” I smiled.
Until next time…
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Atypical June: part X
“A5, ya galbi” said this hot guy placing his hands on his heart side of his chest. I gave msa3ad this shfeh-hatha look, then he nodded as in skip-him.
“m.. aa.. Shlonich” said this bald guy, a bit longer than me. Cute but not sexy as msa3ad or those boys. “Im fine, what about you ….” I wanted to know his name.
“R-Rakan, mm june? As in joon?” he asked, confused.
“yup yup,” okay I guess I’m fitting in nicely, but where’s the brothers. I mean my brothers. “where’s my brothers” I whispered to mas3ad.
“Hatha rakan, our brother bs min om thanya, he’s sweet try talking to him 3ala ma il shabab e5l9on l3b o don’t worry he‘s 16” he talked softly.
“Mm, june, tabeen ne6la3 cause ez3aj” he said, pulling me from my wrist to the living room. I didn’t nod or say yes, why did you ask then?
“Mm, Im starving. Broo7 adwerly shy bil kitchen.” I said, holding my belly.
“Haha, me too wallah. Can you cook nuggets?” he asked.
“lel2saf, nope” I said, ashamed.
“No problem, I’ll teach you” he said, as he came over to the kitchen.
“Im not interested in learning from you tara” I teased.
“malat 3lech, hatha o ana b’9b6ich m3a wayhich. Mo kafw”.
“3ady et3eed? Ma sma3t” I faked a smile.
“Malat 3lech, eh malat 3leech” he repeated.
“MSA3AAAAAAAAAAAAD” I yelled my superman’s name.
“Oma, obo, 5alta, 5ala, 3ma …” He said.
“5la9 w9alat il m3loma” I interrupted.
Yes yes, he’s cute. 5la9, I see him as a brother, please understand. Ugh, I hate it. Im too young to get my ass in a relationship. Mind my language, but I’ll call my self a slut if I ever went out with a boy in the same car as in my BF. I’m sick of this happening alot in Kuwait. Typical bitches “Ha 3ndich a bf?”, and if I said no she’ll be like “Weh, maskeena”. Y3ni understand, We’re in Kuwait not america.
And back to earth.
“Shswalich Rakano?” he said, acting all pissed.
“Galy, Khara fech o ily yabich hnee” I lied, cause Malat 3lech wouldn’t make him fight with Rakan.
“Ay shy, La la. 7adick 3ala Janontna” he said, teasingly.
“Bru7 betna” I was angry, shno 3ndhom this word ‘3shmara!
“Wely egol, btnamen 3ndna ilyom, o mako ru7a?” he said, stubborn.
“Tegfa wadha, Al3an om hal 7ob. Shlon et7bha?” Rakan said.
“SHNO” I freaked out.
“eh, june. 9ali7 kila esulif 3nich oo… o chena Im falling for you” He said, embarrassed.
“oh” I said, coldly.
“Please, latgolen, you have the same feeling b3d?” Rakan asked.
“Nope, I see him as a brother” I said, directly looking at Msa3ad eyes.
“Well, your lose. Bs zain geltay min il bdaya” He forced a smile. “O yala I gotta go, aklm il 9a7ba” He was obviously lying. Kefa, he cant make up how I feel towards him by his self.
“Rakano, 3ndick licenses?” I asked.
“La Yuba, bs agdar asooq. A3jbich bil swa8a” He winked, proudly.
“La La. Lay7oshik. Inzain feh a7ad hne weyah sayara o ye8dar e86ny shalaina?”.
“Fawaz O msa3ad bs” He said. “ne6ray hne, bgol 7a8 Fawaz e86ich”.
“Lala, he hates me wallah. I know he had this argue with msa3ad 3shani, so ma ra7 yr’6a”.
“La2, hehe. Ohwa 6ayb o 5bl ynsa bser3a la tgoleenla geltlich” He teased.
“Mm.. okay” I finally agreed, watching rakan stepping to their room.
After what seems like… 10 seconds, I found Fawaz getting out of the room. Holding a car key in his hand, and a cap in the other.
“Yalla baba, nmshy?” he’s nice now. Weird.“Mmm,” I said, as my tummy started singing.
“Lol, yala enru7 McDonalds na5thlich a meal b3den ardich” he smiled, then went towards the car. I kept my mouth shut the hall way to McDonalds, then this favorite song popped from 99.7. I couldn’t resist not singing with Lil wayne “Every girl”. Don’t get me wrong Im not a prevo, bs I like this song A LOT.
“hey, wen g3den kaak. I like this song b3d.” he said. “Hehe, A prevent much?” I teased.
“La2, I mean I like the way Lil wayne think that he turn girls on, and he don’t”.
“More like jealous?” yes, I thought he was so lame. But I shouldn’t judge people without getting to know them. Ahh ya Fawaz.
“Jealous 3shan he gets sluts? o ana g3d yam a7la wa7da on earth. I don’t think so, Aby ily yamy” he winked. Can I call this flirting? Im falling… for …. Him …. Early…. Too early.
Until next time...
Im gonna miss you guys so much. school is starting on this Sunday:(. Its a long one, for yall. so you would forgive me, If i didn't post for weeks (School work).
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“m.. aa.. Shlonich” said this bald guy, a bit longer than me. Cute but not sexy as msa3ad or those boys. “Im fine, what about you ….” I wanted to know his name.
“R-Rakan, mm june? As in joon?” he asked, confused.
“yup yup,” okay I guess I’m fitting in nicely, but where’s the brothers. I mean my brothers. “where’s my brothers” I whispered to mas3ad.
“Hatha rakan, our brother bs min om thanya, he’s sweet try talking to him 3ala ma il shabab e5l9on l3b o don’t worry he‘s 16” he talked softly.
“Mm, june, tabeen ne6la3 cause ez3aj” he said, pulling me from my wrist to the living room. I didn’t nod or say yes, why did you ask then?
“Mm, Im starving. Broo7 adwerly shy bil kitchen.” I said, holding my belly.
“Haha, me too wallah. Can you cook nuggets?” he asked.
“lel2saf, nope” I said, ashamed.
“No problem, I’ll teach you” he said, as he came over to the kitchen.
“Im not interested in learning from you tara” I teased.
“malat 3lech, hatha o ana b’9b6ich m3a wayhich. Mo kafw”.
“3ady et3eed? Ma sma3t” I faked a smile.
“Malat 3lech, eh malat 3leech” he repeated.
“MSA3AAAAAAAAAAAAD” I yelled my superman’s name.
“Oma, obo, 5alta, 5ala, 3ma …” He said.
“5la9 w9alat il m3loma” I interrupted.
Yes yes, he’s cute. 5la9, I see him as a brother, please understand. Ugh, I hate it. Im too young to get my ass in a relationship. Mind my language, but I’ll call my self a slut if I ever went out with a boy in the same car as in my BF. I’m sick of this happening alot in Kuwait. Typical bitches “Ha 3ndich a bf?”, and if I said no she’ll be like “Weh, maskeena”. Y3ni understand, We’re in Kuwait not america.
And back to earth.
“Shswalich Rakano?” he said, acting all pissed.
“Galy, Khara fech o ily yabich hnee” I lied, cause Malat 3lech wouldn’t make him fight with Rakan.
“Ay shy, La la. 7adick 3ala Janontna” he said, teasingly.
“Bru7 betna” I was angry, shno 3ndhom this word ‘3shmara!
“Wely egol, btnamen 3ndna ilyom, o mako ru7a?” he said, stubborn.
“Tegfa wadha, Al3an om hal 7ob. Shlon et7bha?” Rakan said.
“SHNO” I freaked out.
“eh, june. 9ali7 kila esulif 3nich oo… o chena Im falling for you” He said, embarrassed.
“oh” I said, coldly.
“Please, latgolen, you have the same feeling b3d?” Rakan asked.
“Nope, I see him as a brother” I said, directly looking at Msa3ad eyes.
“Well, your lose. Bs zain geltay min il bdaya” He forced a smile. “O yala I gotta go, aklm il 9a7ba” He was obviously lying. Kefa, he cant make up how I feel towards him by his self.
“Rakano, 3ndick licenses?” I asked.
“La Yuba, bs agdar asooq. A3jbich bil swa8a” He winked, proudly.
“La La. Lay7oshik. Inzain feh a7ad hne weyah sayara o ye8dar e86ny shalaina?”.
“Fawaz O msa3ad bs” He said. “ne6ray hne, bgol 7a8 Fawaz e86ich”.
“Lala, he hates me wallah. I know he had this argue with msa3ad 3shani, so ma ra7 yr’6a”.
“La2, hehe. Ohwa 6ayb o 5bl ynsa bser3a la tgoleenla geltlich” He teased.
“Mm.. okay” I finally agreed, watching rakan stepping to their room.
After what seems like… 10 seconds, I found Fawaz getting out of the room. Holding a car key in his hand, and a cap in the other.
“Yalla baba, nmshy?” he’s nice now. Weird.“Mmm,” I said, as my tummy started singing.
“Lol, yala enru7 McDonalds na5thlich a meal b3den ardich” he smiled, then went towards the car. I kept my mouth shut the hall way to McDonalds, then this favorite song popped from 99.7. I couldn’t resist not singing with Lil wayne “Every girl”. Don’t get me wrong Im not a prevo, bs I like this song A LOT.
“hey, wen g3den kaak. I like this song b3d.” he said. “Hehe, A prevent much?” I teased.
“La2, I mean I like the way Lil wayne think that he turn girls on, and he don’t”.
“More like jealous?” yes, I thought he was so lame. But I shouldn’t judge people without getting to know them. Ahh ya Fawaz.
“Jealous 3shan he gets sluts? o ana g3d yam a7la wa7da on earth. I don’t think so, Aby ily yamy” he winked. Can I call this flirting? Im falling… for …. Him …. Early…. Too early.
Until next time...
Im gonna miss you guys so much. school is starting on this Sunday:(. Its a long one, for yall. so you would forgive me, If i didn't post for weeks (School work).
O do you prefer doing the color coding, willa tegdron tegron chethy?
O Yes Its Thursday, wen ray7en ;)?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Atypical June: part IX
“la2 5leena neshb3 minich, b3deen ya5thunich meni” he said, playing with my hair. Still in our hugging position.
“Msa3ad” I said, hit his arms lightly.
“I’m going to tell them, they’ll be so damn surprised” he placed me next to him, then walked to what seems like another living room.
Minutes later, I could hear screams and yelling in the room msa3ad entered earlier. “Lesh yabetha in the first place, 7ywan. Manaby meshakil m3a omick hathy. Msa3ad int 5bl tadree inaa .. Uhoo. Ana broo7 agoolha te6la3 bedalik”.
Msa3ad P.O.V:
I had this argue about June with Fawaz. I went out to the living room. Our argue was too loud, I hope she didn’t hear it. As I walked out of the room, I took a look at her place in the couch. It was empty, I looked around… nothing was there. I know she heard our talk, I have to explain. I ran to the front door, as I opened it. I found her sitting on a bench, sobbing.
“7beebty June, Fawaz has always been stubborn. He’ll change his mind, if he met you.” I said, trying to calm her down.
“I’m not acceptable, I don’t want to force your brothers to meet me.” she said, unclearly.
“O ana shlon bfham al7en? Translate please” I joked, seeing her warm smile.
“Yala 3ad, its day one still. I swear you’re gonna love Fawaz the most. You’ll ditch me, if you’ll get to know him”.
She laughed, yes she actually did and hiding it with her tiny hands. I reached for her hands and moved it away. Her smile, it was so..
June P.O.V:
“Ya rby, he’s so sweat. I couldn’t help but smile and hide it. Then I felt a cold hand moving it from hiding my lips” I thought deeply.
“Hey, ms3ad your hands their .. Cold” I said, sensing them.
“Find a way to warm them” he winked. Is he flirting?
“La shno flirting alla yhdach ya june shkobra hatha he flirts, back to earth…” I said to myself.I rubbed his hands with mine, I didn’t know how to warm them. “warmer?” I asked.
“Ha? La2, still” he said, confused.
“What are you thinking about, mister lel7en not warm?” I teased.
“Mako, bs I’ll introduce you b3d shway 3ala all of your brothers and my best friend” he said.
“Haw, you left you’re best friend alone with your brothers, wallah 5ayn goom ru7la” I yelled.
“La2 geltla, yala ta3alay” He extended his hands as I held onto it.
“hmmm” I said, confused. “I.. I mean.. can we do this later? I don’t see this important now” I finally said.
“no, it is. You’ll miss them all, cause in 4 weeks they’ll be back to US. You really don’t want to waste time” he smile and pulled me to the door. Yes we walked hand in hand.
I stepped in the same room msa3ad had the argue with Fawaz in. I’d like to call it a hotties room, their were seven boys, all tanned. Some bald and some had hats so, I couldn’t see their hair. It looks a bit long though.
“Ahh, mm.. hi?” I said, nervous.
“A5, ya galbi” said.....
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“Msa3ad” I said, hit his arms lightly.
“I’m going to tell them, they’ll be so damn surprised” he placed me next to him, then walked to what seems like another living room.
Minutes later, I could hear screams and yelling in the room msa3ad entered earlier. “Lesh yabetha in the first place, 7ywan. Manaby meshakil m3a omick hathy. Msa3ad int 5bl tadree inaa .. Uhoo. Ana broo7 agoolha te6la3 bedalik”.
Msa3ad P.O.V:
I had this argue about June with Fawaz. I went out to the living room. Our argue was too loud, I hope she didn’t hear it. As I walked out of the room, I took a look at her place in the couch. It was empty, I looked around… nothing was there. I know she heard our talk, I have to explain. I ran to the front door, as I opened it. I found her sitting on a bench, sobbing.
“7beebty June, Fawaz has always been stubborn. He’ll change his mind, if he met you.” I said, trying to calm her down.
“I’m not acceptable, I don’t want to force your brothers to meet me.” she said, unclearly.
“O ana shlon bfham al7en? Translate please” I joked, seeing her warm smile.
“Yala 3ad, its day one still. I swear you’re gonna love Fawaz the most. You’ll ditch me, if you’ll get to know him”.
She laughed, yes she actually did and hiding it with her tiny hands. I reached for her hands and moved it away. Her smile, it was so..
June P.O.V:
“Ya rby, he’s so sweat. I couldn’t help but smile and hide it. Then I felt a cold hand moving it from hiding my lips” I thought deeply.
“Hey, ms3ad your hands their .. Cold” I said, sensing them.
“Find a way to warm them” he winked. Is he flirting?
“La shno flirting alla yhdach ya june shkobra hatha he flirts, back to earth…” I said to myself.I rubbed his hands with mine, I didn’t know how to warm them. “warmer?” I asked.
“Ha? La2, still” he said, confused.
“What are you thinking about, mister lel7en not warm?” I teased.
“Mako, bs I’ll introduce you b3d shway 3ala all of your brothers and my best friend” he said.
“Haw, you left you’re best friend alone with your brothers, wallah 5ayn goom ru7la” I yelled.
“La2 geltla, yala ta3alay” He extended his hands as I held onto it.
“hmmm” I said, confused. “I.. I mean.. can we do this later? I don’t see this important now” I finally said.
“no, it is. You’ll miss them all, cause in 4 weeks they’ll be back to US. You really don’t want to waste time” he smile and pulled me to the door. Yes we walked hand in hand.
I stepped in the same room msa3ad had the argue with Fawaz in. I’d like to call it a hotties room, their were seven boys, all tanned. Some bald and some had hats so, I couldn’t see their hair. It looks a bit long though.
“Ahh, mm.. hi?” I said, nervous.
“A5, ya galbi” said.....
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Atypical June: part VIII
“Na9ir, a7bick” I said. I don’t mean it, I just keep on saying it so 9ali7 would be irritated. He said I shouldn’t say I love you to anyone but him. But I said it like, wait let me count. Million times? Until now.
“Ana amoot fech” he turned around and faced me.
I started blushing into the red that showed in the dark. “a77” Na9ir reacted from 9ali7’s slap.
“7aram 3leek” I said, slightly rubbing na9ir cheek.
“Walla you’re the only one who cares” he said kissing my hands.
“Inzain June moved your hands or I‘m slapping another person today, you guys are shameless flirting infront of me” he yelled, angrily.
“ehoon 3leek” I said in a girly voice, the one the guys prefer.
“I‘ll kill my self, itha madet edy 3lech” said 9ali7.
“Yala ka we9alna” said na9ir pointing at the chalet.
Wow, it was modern and a master piece. Na9ir opened the door for me, as I thanked him. We entered the chalet exactly after each other. 9ali7 who guided, na9ir was behind him and I, on the other hand was the last one.
The living room was so classy, filled with paintings everywhere. and By the kitchen was a huge window showing the huge outer pool. The view was something to die for so was the beach house.
“Juno” screamed a guy just came from a room. “your not gonna hug me?” he asked.
A hazel eyed guy, long, board shoulders, natural tanned skin matched his brownish hair. He was in a Ralph Lauren track suits and shirtless. His abs and 6 packs were something to suicide much? for. But his features never matters, I wanted to know who’s this.
“M.. mno hatha” I whispered to na9ir.
“Your step brother” he whispered back.
I quickly turned around and aimed for the door. I didn’t ask to meet Nora sons, I hate her, so I hate them too. Why do they want to step in my life now? I don’t want them in it, Nora is enough. I smell revenge here.
As I held the lock-set some on carried me from my waist. I looked deep at his hazel eyes, knowing what he’s after for. I screamed but he didn’t let go of me. I bet my underwear is showing, how embarrassing.
“June, please sem3ay ana Mesa3ad and I know you don’t want to talk to me cause I’m your step brother, bs please 5leeny ashra7lich ay shy” he begged still carrying me.“yala eshr7” I said.
“first, etshaw8en. Second, I know you think I’m going to harm you aw shy.. Bs walla I’m not, I never met you. But I’m interested in having you as a sis” he said, slightly smiling.
“okay first, you’re hot and second put me down” I said.
His words seem to be so true, why would he hurt me?
9ali7 and Na9ir excused, “we‘re gonna give you some time alone, call us when you finish”.
“La2, I‘m taking her back” he said, looking at me smiling.
I was speechless, I was about to say no, but they exited so fast. He interrupted my thoughts by saying “yo3ana? 3a6shana? Bored? ps3? Xbox? Need any thing?” as he leg placed me on the couch.
“Chill mes3ad, I’ll tell you when I need anything” I said slightly hitting his back.
“Inzain, you’re not planning on hugging me?” he asked, arms stretched.
“hem, I am” I said, slightly sitting on his lap and hugging him tightly. “finally a brother” I muttered under my breath.
“yala show me my brothers” I said, excited.
“la2 5leena neshb3 minich, b3deen ya5thunich meny” he said, playing with my hair. Still in our hugging position.
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“Ana amoot fech” he turned around and faced me.
I started blushing into the red that showed in the dark. “a77” Na9ir reacted from 9ali7’s slap.
“7aram 3leek” I said, slightly rubbing na9ir cheek.
“Walla you’re the only one who cares” he said kissing my hands.
“Inzain June moved your hands or I‘m slapping another person today, you guys are shameless flirting infront of me” he yelled, angrily.
“ehoon 3leek” I said in a girly voice, the one the guys prefer.
“I‘ll kill my self, itha madet edy 3lech” said 9ali7.
“Yala ka we9alna” said na9ir pointing at the chalet.
Wow, it was modern and a master piece. Na9ir opened the door for me, as I thanked him. We entered the chalet exactly after each other. 9ali7 who guided, na9ir was behind him and I, on the other hand was the last one.
The living room was so classy, filled with paintings everywhere. and By the kitchen was a huge window showing the huge outer pool. The view was something to die for so was the beach house.
“Juno” screamed a guy just came from a room. “your not gonna hug me?” he asked.
A hazel eyed guy, long, board shoulders, natural tanned skin matched his brownish hair. He was in a Ralph Lauren track suits and shirtless. His abs and 6 packs were something to suicide much? for. But his features never matters, I wanted to know who’s this.
“M.. mno hatha” I whispered to na9ir.
“Your step brother” he whispered back.
I quickly turned around and aimed for the door. I didn’t ask to meet Nora sons, I hate her, so I hate them too. Why do they want to step in my life now? I don’t want them in it, Nora is enough. I smell revenge here.
As I held the lock-set some on carried me from my waist. I looked deep at his hazel eyes, knowing what he’s after for. I screamed but he didn’t let go of me. I bet my underwear is showing, how embarrassing.
“June, please sem3ay ana Mesa3ad and I know you don’t want to talk to me cause I’m your step brother, bs please 5leeny ashra7lich ay shy” he begged still carrying me.“yala eshr7” I said.
“first, etshaw8en. Second, I know you think I’m going to harm you aw shy.. Bs walla I’m not, I never met you. But I’m interested in having you as a sis” he said, slightly smiling.
“okay first, you’re hot and second put me down” I said.
His words seem to be so true, why would he hurt me?
9ali7 and Na9ir excused, “we‘re gonna give you some time alone, call us when you finish”.
“La2, I‘m taking her back” he said, looking at me smiling.
I was speechless, I was about to say no, but they exited so fast. He interrupted my thoughts by saying “yo3ana? 3a6shana? Bored? ps3? Xbox? Need any thing?” as he leg placed me on the couch.
“Chill mes3ad, I’ll tell you when I need anything” I said slightly hitting his back.
“Inzain, you’re not planning on hugging me?” he asked, arms stretched.
“hem, I am” I said, slightly sitting on his lap and hugging him tightly. “finally a brother” I muttered under my breath.
“yala show me my brothers” I said, excited.
“la2 5leena neshb3 minich, b3deen ya5thunich meny” he said, playing with my hair. Still in our hugging position.
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“Yala ta3alay.” he said then hugged me placing me on the jet ski. We were silent the hole way back but then he said the weirdest thing ever about what happened earlier. Open mouthed shocked of him saying “ you‘re not a woman”.
“3shan my uuhhh?” I asked shockingly.
“Exactly, they say milk helps” he advised.
“ya kalb, change the subject.” I said, slightly punching his shoulders.
“I’m taking you to chalet my friend tonight, my friend bs e9erlich.”
“mno y6la3 hatha?” I asked, confused.
“you’ll know all about it later tonight”.
We reached by 6. Then 9ali7 excused to go change, so do I. And here I am standing infront of my bag, searching for the right dress, or outfit. I ended picking an XXL Edd hardy shirt, wore my brown converse and pulled my hair into a loose bun.
I went to the kitchen to grab a Dr. pepper, on my way downstairs my phone vibrated twice. I picked it up quickly, without watching the callers ID.
Me: Alo
Caller: Hala bil zain kila, how you doing?
Me: who’s this?
Caller: one sec. June come down stairs I’m in the kitchen with il 7mar.
Me: ha-ha, okay.
I hung up and went running down stairs. Nassir saw my smiley face and happiness that wont be ruined, typical me I always feel happy when Nassir and 9ali7’s together. They make such a great friends.
“Na9oooory” I screamed.
“My sexy mama” he teased.
“I‘m here” coughed 9ali7.
We went together to the chalet 9ali7 was telling me about earlier. He refused to tell me who’s this, I was excited yet nervous. Who could it be? I gave up on guessing and mouthing Beyonce’s disappear lyrics.
“Na9ir, a7bick”
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“3shan my uuhhh?” I asked shockingly.
“Exactly, they say milk helps” he advised.
“ya kalb, change the subject.” I said, slightly punching his shoulders.
“I’m taking you to chalet my friend tonight, my friend bs e9erlich.”
“mno y6la3 hatha?” I asked, confused.
“you’ll know all about it later tonight”.
We reached by 6. Then 9ali7 excused to go change, so do I. And here I am standing infront of my bag, searching for the right dress, or outfit. I ended picking an XXL Edd hardy shirt, wore my brown converse and pulled my hair into a loose bun.
I went to the kitchen to grab a Dr. pepper, on my way downstairs my phone vibrated twice. I picked it up quickly, without watching the callers ID.
Me: Alo
Caller: Hala bil zain kila, how you doing?
Me: who’s this?
Caller: one sec. June come down stairs I’m in the kitchen with il 7mar.
Me: ha-ha, okay.
I hung up and went running down stairs. Nassir saw my smiley face and happiness that wont be ruined, typical me I always feel happy when Nassir and 9ali7’s together. They make such a great friends.
“Na9oooory” I screamed.
“My sexy mama” he teased.
“I‘m here” coughed 9ali7.
We went together to the chalet 9ali7 was telling me about earlier. He refused to tell me who’s this, I was excited yet nervous. Who could it be? I gave up on guessing and mouthing Beyonce’s disappear lyrics.
“Na9ir, a7bick”
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Monday, September 14, 2009
Atypical June: part VI
SPLAAASH!
“7ywan 7ywan! Lesh etdz 7mar” I yelled.
“yala bye” he waved and turn around smiling.
“Ween ethdny hnee ma a3rf ard, 9ALI7 COME BACK, 7aywan listen” I screamed.
“I don’t know where am I, 7ywan Im not going to talk to him again. Babchi, ymkin feh unidentified biting creatures under. Shswe ib 3mry here” I thought to myself then burst out crying. For the first time in my life I feel that I’m surrounded by fear and cry for something other than someone’s dead.
After hours, twirling around in the middle of no where. I’m seriously not talking to 9ali7 today. I stopped crying as soon as I saw the tiny fishes beside me. Their scared of me, while I am too. It was amazing, but I still had this fear deep inside. I have nothing, I cant stay here till night. I tried screaming SOS a lot of times but its not helping so I just stopped.
“I watched from a distance as you
Made life your own, every sky was
Your own kind of blue
And I wanted to know
How that would feel and you made it so real
You showed me something that I couldnt see
You opened my eyes and you made me believe
You lift my feet off the ground,you spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like Im falling and I am lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier” I started singing softly. When an arm held my waist, “M-Mbarak?” I guessed deeply.
I turned around finding 9ali7 behind me. I quickly removed his hands and started swimming the opposite way. I swore I wont talk to him. He kept following me and giggling all the way swimming. “7beebty JOJO, a7bich bs ta3abt” he said, breathing heavily.
Yes, I got tired, but I couldn’t stop and talk to him. So I started swimming again when a two hands were touching my boobs, actually hurting them and pulling me toward the jet ski. “hedny, look where your hands placed” I said pointing at his hand.
“oh sorry, bs intay t3bteeny” he moved his hands, still breathing heavily. “yala rekbay”.
“La wallah, you left me gabl god knows how many hours, and then you come telling me to step in the jet ski again. I’m not.” I said.
“Chill jojo, I left you hear because” he paused.
“because taby et6aferny well you did, now ethlf 3n wayhy” I said, impolitely.
“o mno bya5thich bala?” he asked.
“Call mbarak 5al eye ib his jet ski”.“la 7beebty, mako mbarak wen ga3deen” he argued.
“why do you even care, hdeetny hnee, 3baliick its funny?”.
“Ok, bgoolich lesh hdeetich.. I wanted to…”
*Flash back*2 months ago.
“Juntii” 9ali7 said.
“3yonha,” I blushed.
“teslmen, bs 3ady asm3 9otich et’3nen your favourite song?” he asked.
“la2, ma a7b.” I refused.
“Inzain, when will you sing it?” he asked, curiously.
“When I’m the only one in a place, lost and somewhere near the sea.” I answered confidently, knowing my answer very well.
“aha” he seemed uninterested.
*End of flashback*
“awwh, so 7mar 6ala3lick mo5 sb7an allah” I teased.
“Eh, sheftay shlon. 9ednach 3rfna your favourite song o I heard you, wallah your voice 7ada 3jeeeb mashallah 3leech” he started complimenting and I turned into shades of red.
“yala ta3alay.” he said then hugged me placing me on the jet sky. We were silent the hole way back but then he said the weirdest thing ever about what happened earlier. Open mouthed shocked of him saying “….”
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“7ywan 7ywan! Lesh etdz 7mar” I yelled.
“yala bye” he waved and turn around smiling.
“Ween ethdny hnee ma a3rf ard, 9ALI7 COME BACK, 7aywan listen” I screamed.
“I don’t know where am I, 7ywan Im not going to talk to him again. Babchi, ymkin feh unidentified biting creatures under. Shswe ib 3mry here” I thought to myself then burst out crying. For the first time in my life I feel that I’m surrounded by fear and cry for something other than someone’s dead.
After hours, twirling around in the middle of no where. I’m seriously not talking to 9ali7 today. I stopped crying as soon as I saw the tiny fishes beside me. Their scared of me, while I am too. It was amazing, but I still had this fear deep inside. I have nothing, I cant stay here till night. I tried screaming SOS a lot of times but its not helping so I just stopped.
“I watched from a distance as you
Made life your own, every sky was
Your own kind of blue
And I wanted to know
How that would feel and you made it so real
You showed me something that I couldnt see
You opened my eyes and you made me believe
You lift my feet off the ground,you spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like Im falling and I am lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier” I started singing softly. When an arm held my waist, “M-Mbarak?” I guessed deeply.
I turned around finding 9ali7 behind me. I quickly removed his hands and started swimming the opposite way. I swore I wont talk to him. He kept following me and giggling all the way swimming. “7beebty JOJO, a7bich bs ta3abt” he said, breathing heavily.
Yes, I got tired, but I couldn’t stop and talk to him. So I started swimming again when a two hands were touching my boobs, actually hurting them and pulling me toward the jet ski. “hedny, look where your hands placed” I said pointing at his hand.
“oh sorry, bs intay t3bteeny” he moved his hands, still breathing heavily. “yala rekbay”.
“La wallah, you left me gabl god knows how many hours, and then you come telling me to step in the jet ski again. I’m not.” I said.
“Chill jojo, I left you hear because” he paused.
“because taby et6aferny well you did, now ethlf 3n wayhy” I said, impolitely.
“o mno bya5thich bala?” he asked.
“Call mbarak 5al eye ib his jet ski”.“la 7beebty, mako mbarak wen ga3deen” he argued.
“why do you even care, hdeetny hnee, 3baliick its funny?”.
“Ok, bgoolich lesh hdeetich.. I wanted to…”
*Flash back*2 months ago.
“Juntii” 9ali7 said.
“3yonha,” I blushed.
“teslmen, bs 3ady asm3 9otich et’3nen your favourite song?” he asked.
“la2, ma a7b.” I refused.
“Inzain, when will you sing it?” he asked, curiously.
“When I’m the only one in a place, lost and somewhere near the sea.” I answered confidently, knowing my answer very well.
“aha” he seemed uninterested.
*End of flashback*
“awwh, so 7mar 6ala3lick mo5 sb7an allah” I teased.
“Eh, sheftay shlon. 9ednach 3rfna your favourite song o I heard you, wallah your voice 7ada 3jeeeb mashallah 3leech” he started complimenting and I turned into shades of red.
“yala ta3alay.” he said then hugged me placing me on the jet sky. We were silent the hole way back but then he said the weirdest thing ever about what happened earlier. Open mouthed shocked of him saying “….”
Until next time…
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Atypical June: part V
“Jojo” said Mbarak.
“shfek?” I asked worried.
“mm, 9ali7 likes you?” he asked, confused.
“I don’t know walla, but Im sensing change in our relationships. More hugs more kisses o chethy” I explained.
“shofay, he’s single and I don’t want you near him” he requested, as in my brother aw mno?
“Look, I’m not following your silly commands. I’m his friend for like 4 straight years, and you come in and try to … forget it” I complained.
“June,” he called.
“Stop mbarak, Im not doing what you just said, and why the hell you’re bothering me. Fuck off” I said, angrily. Then walked to the kitchen again. 6ab3an 9ali7 pulled Nassir from his chair, and placed me in it. Mo cute?
“yala eat a5er piece please” he said, while feeding me almost the pack of a large French fries.
“9ali7 sheba3t walah, shoof ba6ny its going to explode” I said pointing at my stomach.
He slightly rubbed my stomach and said “Ay matroos, fa’6y golay HUM mc chicken mc chicken”.
“Maby,” I said then closed my mouth hard; so he wont force me. Well its not the first time kil mara he does this to me. I like it sometimes but when this goes far I really hate it.
Then as always, he start tickling me and saying “Ana ily, 5ala9 5ala9 z3lt” with his poppy eyes. “AHHH, 36ny” I huffed.
Then he feed me again, non stop until he gets bored and sees my stomach damn full. I was laughing and Kak-ing all lunch time, while Lulu staring at us irritatedly and Mubarak’s chair empty.
I felt guilty about what I said, I thought I hurt him but when I went out with 9ali7. I heard him saying “hala 7beebty, meshta8lich walla. Ana amoot feech.. Aaa.. Fara7 aklmich b3deen”.
“il 9a7ba” 9ali7 winked. “Wint shako” He said as he pushed his chair back and went toward his chalet. Why is he acting this weird lately, I mean he should act nice since we just met. But he acts like I just stole 7alal Oma.“Agool jnoya” he said, as he played with my hair.
“Hala” I said while moving his hands. “hed sh3re e9er oily b3den” I complained.
“Wleen, al7en e9er oily ha. Ilmohim taben terkben jet ski together?” he asked.
“la2 ba6ny e3wrny”.
“Ha shgeltay 3eday again?”. “tabeen box 3ala ba6niich 3shan yt3adal?” he teased.
“NOO, 9ar zeen now” I said running to my room.
I got in my sleave less yellow shirt with a cow skin printed mini shorts, wore my black flip flops and of to the beach. I saw 9ali7 weaving at me, motioning me to come in but I refused cause he was too far and I’m not in the mood or physically able to swim.
He swam really fast toward me, carried me, then pushed me to the jet ski. Ahh stubborn and wont give up his habit and never will. I sat behind him on the jet sky. I couldn’t see where he was going, the water was splashing everywhere, he couldn’t hear me too. He was driving his jet sky so unbelievably fast, I was hugging him tighter than ever, I couldn’t let go of him; I want to live tawny young.
SPLAAASH!!
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“shfek?” I asked worried.
“mm, 9ali7 likes you?” he asked, confused.
“I don’t know walla, but Im sensing change in our relationships. More hugs more kisses o chethy” I explained.
“shofay, he’s single and I don’t want you near him” he requested, as in my brother aw mno?
“Look, I’m not following your silly commands. I’m his friend for like 4 straight years, and you come in and try to … forget it” I complained.
“June,” he called.
“Stop mbarak, Im not doing what you just said, and why the hell you’re bothering me. Fuck off” I said, angrily. Then walked to the kitchen again. 6ab3an 9ali7 pulled Nassir from his chair, and placed me in it. Mo cute?
“yala eat a5er piece please” he said, while feeding me almost the pack of a large French fries.
“9ali7 sheba3t walah, shoof ba6ny its going to explode” I said pointing at my stomach.
He slightly rubbed my stomach and said “Ay matroos, fa’6y golay HUM mc chicken mc chicken”.
“Maby,” I said then closed my mouth hard; so he wont force me. Well its not the first time kil mara he does this to me. I like it sometimes but when this goes far I really hate it.
Then as always, he start tickling me and saying “Ana ily, 5ala9 5ala9 z3lt” with his poppy eyes. “AHHH, 36ny” I huffed.
Then he feed me again, non stop until he gets bored and sees my stomach damn full. I was laughing and Kak-ing all lunch time, while Lulu staring at us irritatedly and Mubarak’s chair empty.
I felt guilty about what I said, I thought I hurt him but when I went out with 9ali7. I heard him saying “hala 7beebty, meshta8lich walla. Ana amoot feech.. Aaa.. Fara7 aklmich b3deen”.
“il 9a7ba” 9ali7 winked. “Wint shako” He said as he pushed his chair back and went toward his chalet. Why is he acting this weird lately, I mean he should act nice since we just met. But he acts like I just stole 7alal Oma.“Agool jnoya” he said, as he played with my hair.
“Hala” I said while moving his hands. “hed sh3re e9er oily b3den” I complained.
“Wleen, al7en e9er oily ha. Ilmohim taben terkben jet ski together?” he asked.
“la2 ba6ny e3wrny”.
“Ha shgeltay 3eday again?”. “tabeen box 3ala ba6niich 3shan yt3adal?” he teased.
“NOO, 9ar zeen now” I said running to my room.
I got in my sleave less yellow shirt with a cow skin printed mini shorts, wore my black flip flops and of to the beach. I saw 9ali7 weaving at me, motioning me to come in but I refused cause he was too far and I’m not in the mood or physically able to swim.
He swam really fast toward me, carried me, then pushed me to the jet ski. Ahh stubborn and wont give up his habit and never will. I sat behind him on the jet sky. I couldn’t see where he was going, the water was splashing everywhere, he couldn’t hear me too. He was driving his jet sky so unbelievably fast, I was hugging him tighter than ever, I couldn’t let go of him; I want to live tawny young.
SPLAAASH!!
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Atypical June: part IV
Dedicated to licious;***
I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me. I hid behind the living room door pulling him aside, whispering “looking for me?”.
“la2, mn gal” he said, while slightly rubbing his forehead.
“Inzain” I said, moving back.
“What if I was?” he asked while, putting me against the wall. Exactly the opposite.
“I’ll kill you, stop staring 7aram 3lek I almost die there”.
“Smella 3leech, Inshallah ana gablich” he slightly smiled.
“Inshallah” I stuck my tongue out.
“Galby may6aw3ni aswe fech shy, ahh”.
“yala wa5r, I’ll go first b3deen you come after me in 2/3 minutes. Okay?” I planned.
“haha, mno gal I’ll move a9lan” he placed his chest on mine, making me helpless; I couldn’t move away.
“7beeby” I blushed. “Can you let me go” I asked, softly.
“Le3bay ‘3erha ya mama” he whispered near my neck.
Suddenly a guy came in, It must be 9ali7 Lulu’s cousin. “e7im, Junooh mo gaylich ana a6wal. hehe” he said, looking at me.
As I saw 9ali7, I ran to him and ended this running with a big hug. “I missed you, October” It was his nickname and month. “Ana akthar ya 7ywana, ma tdgen wla shy bs min month le month, and if I’m that lucky I get to see you twice a month” he said while slightly slapping my shoulder.
“shswe, I changed my BB o ma lget your name ib my contact list” Okay I lied, bs shsawy Lulu is madly in love with him, and I don’t want to show her that I’m that close to him. then she might think I’m in a relationship with him.
“Mmm, sorry. 9aloo7ka, this is Mbarak” I introduce. “Haha, et3lmeny feh? My soul mate” he said. Your soul mate ? I was shocked, ana sha6la3 y3ni? maybe a female version of his soul mate. Ilmohim 6af.
“Oh, 3baly ma kintaw t3rfon b3’6” I smiled, “Yalla, McDonald's waiting. O walla ya Mbarak in 5let il burger still wrapped and stared at me. Ma aklmick kilish o 9aloo7 shahid” I menaced.
“Wleeh, Min awalha chethy” he complained. “Haha, Ashwa ina I see her once a month” 9ali7 said.
“ I hate you, wal_” .
“a7biich, 3shan chethy at’3ashmar, ta3alay ta3alay” he interrupted and motioned for me to hug him. “Woi, ya 7lwich wallah” he muttered under his breath.
I looked up at Mbarak, who was Damn dead red. Shakla kan weda y68 a7ad. Seriously, he looks like he’s about to murder 9ali7. I didn’t care much and walked back to the kitchen while still wrapped by 9alo7s arms.
9ala7 was tall, sun kissed. Golden brown hair, hot freckles and his 6 packs when he’s around the pool top less makes a girl goes crazy. Ay crazy, e9eron gaga o senile.
He was wearing A&F brown stripped polo shirt with a Cambridge blue slangy shorts. An Ralph Lauren cap wore backwards, over his combed back jelled hair. over all he looked damn fine. But still a best friend , soul mate and an unborn twin brother nothing more.
When I went over to the table, a hand pulled me away from it and got me in the living room again.
“Jojo” said Mbarak.
“shfek?” I asked worried.
“…..”
Until next time…
Friday, September 11, 2009
Atypical June: part III
As I placed the cigarette on my under lips, he did the jerkiest thing ever. He threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it; quenching the fire on the top.
“I don’t want to see you smoking any more, I swear you’re gonna see the other me” he threatened, angrily.
Jed, why is he acting this scary and it’s the first day I meet him. I’ll pull back my words, I don’t want 100% of this world like him.
I felt tears finding their ways on my face, I never been threatened like this. No one ever cared, 7etan my father he never said stop smoking or anything. None cared except my friends.
“mm, sorry Jood. But I don’t want to see smoking, walla mo zain walla” he said, slightly brushing my back with his hands.
I burst out laughing at my wrong name, “mo Jood ya 7’6y” I said, as I continued laughing.
“3yl?” he asked confused. “June, 6th month, 3rfta?” I teased. “la2, fhmeny akthar” he winked, laying on the counter.
“shafahmik akthar?” I raised an eyebrow.
“6af, 5aleny at2amal shway bil chef-d'oeuvre ily jdamy” he said, staring at every inch of my body.
“MBARAK” I said in femininity, shyly.
“a5 ya 8lby” he screamed.
“shfeeh galbick?” I ragged.
“s2leeh” he said, as he placed my hand on his chest.
“6a8a8a galbick” I laughed. “a55 ya 7lw hal ‘67ka” he muttered. “cham teswa?” I tried to start a flirting conversation. “thlath , arb3 Dananer(1)”.
“mle8” I hit his shoulder, weakly.
“LUNCH” screamed Lulu. I quickly walked to the door after Mbarak, he stopped for a second. “yala mor” I said.
“3eb, ladies first” he opened the door for me, what a gentleman ha?
“thank you,” I blushed.“your welcome, 7..”.
We went over to Lulu's chalet, it was crowded, noisy but we enjoyed our meals. I sat across mbarak and Sara's beside me, while the others around us. Every now and then, I look at mbarak finding him staring at me. I burst out laughing when i see his burger, still wrapped.
"Mbarak" called Nassir. "shfeek, ekil".
"la yu3an 7a8 shy thany mo burger" he said, winking at me. I quickly Choked while laughing and drinking my coke, hopping no one saw him. I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me.
Until next time...
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“I don’t want to see you smoking any more, I swear you’re gonna see the other me” he threatened, angrily.
Jed, why is he acting this scary and it’s the first day I meet him. I’ll pull back my words, I don’t want 100% of this world like him.
I felt tears finding their ways on my face, I never been threatened like this. No one ever cared, 7etan my father he never said stop smoking or anything. None cared except my friends.
“mm, sorry Jood. But I don’t want to see smoking, walla mo zain walla” he said, slightly brushing my back with his hands.
I burst out laughing at my wrong name, “mo Jood ya 7’6y” I said, as I continued laughing.
“3yl?” he asked confused. “June, 6th month, 3rfta?” I teased. “la2, fhmeny akthar” he winked, laying on the counter.
“shafahmik akthar?” I raised an eyebrow.
“6af, 5aleny at2amal shway bil chef-d'oeuvre ily jdamy” he said, staring at every inch of my body.
“MBARAK” I said in femininity, shyly.
“a5 ya 8lby” he screamed.
“shfeeh galbick?” I ragged.
“s2leeh” he said, as he placed my hand on his chest.
“6a8a8a galbick” I laughed. “a55 ya 7lw hal ‘67ka” he muttered. “cham teswa?” I tried to start a flirting conversation. “thlath , arb3 Dananer(1)”.
“mle8” I hit his shoulder, weakly.
“LUNCH” screamed Lulu. I quickly walked to the door after Mbarak, he stopped for a second. “yala mor” I said.
“3eb, ladies first” he opened the door for me, what a gentleman ha?
“thank you,” I blushed.“your welcome, 7..”.
We went over to Lulu's chalet, it was crowded, noisy but we enjoyed our meals. I sat across mbarak and Sara's beside me, while the others around us. Every now and then, I look at mbarak finding him staring at me. I burst out laughing when i see his burger, still wrapped.
"Mbarak" called Nassir. "shfeek, ekil".
"la yu3an 7a8 shy thany mo burger" he said, winking at me. I quickly Choked while laughing and drinking my coke, hopping no one saw him. I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me.
Until next time...
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Atypical June: part II
Dedicated to Alvaro;*
Another day, and another events happening. I woke up the next day at twelve pm, quickly pulled my stuffs in a bag and washed up. I was going to the chalet with my friends, you may call it a girls night out. We do this twice a month, and sometimes trice. Anyways, I got in my Juicy Couture Smocked Terry with silver gladiators. Wore my ray ban and headed out to be picked by Lulu.
I stepped in her fully tinted red x6, greeted her and my friends who were in the back. We were four; Lulu, Jana, Sara and I. We would meet up with Lulu’s cousins every time, they were luckily all boys. Not in a wrong way, I treat them as they were like my brothers I never had. I’ll name them all later..
We reached our Bnaider chalets by 3:50 pm after getting meals from McDonald’s. As soon as I drew my bag, a muscular hand extended and held it.
“3eeb 3eeb, shfaydatna hnee?” said a voice behind me, then entered my chalet. Well for Sara and Lulu their staying in Sara’s, and Jana and I are staying at mine to kill the loneliness much?
I leaned in and whispered to Lulu, “who‘s this?”.
“madre, awal mara ashufa. I guess my cousins friend.” she responded, softly. Just as she moved away, he came in and asked me, “which room should I place the bag in?”.
Uf, he’s a gentleman, can 100% of this world be like him? Well, obviously no.
“Never mind, my hands will do their jobs” I smiled, raising my arms infront of him.
“3ala ra7tich, although I don’t see this right” he said.
“Thanks a lot, ….” I paused to get his name.
“Lets keep it a secret, can we?” he winked, as I was melting.
“Il Burk” someone screamed his name.
“Too late” I teased.
“See you around” he said confidently, and walked away with Nassir. Nassir is Lulu’s oldest brother, he’s such a sweet, offline guy; I’ll be more clear, fa9il 24/7.And not to mention, a knockout but I see him like a brother and a best friend.
I walked to our mini preparatory kitchen and pulled a red bull from the fridge, and as I closed the fridge door, he popped from no where. I pulled my Marlboro box and picked one cigarette.
“Mo zain ya mara”.Very protective? I hate this attitude, I need freedom. that’s why I’m escaping from my house and my problems there with Nora.
I ignored and lighted a cigarette, but this time it wasn't from a frustration. It was for fun, a lack of activities, I guess.
As I placed the cigarette on my under lips, he did the jerkiest thing ever.
Until next time…
Atypical June: part I
Dedicated to Dazzlin:*, and a big thank you to Identity:*
Well hello there stranger, I’m going to introduce myself first, and you’ll get to know about my life later. I’m a typical 19 years Kuwaiti teenager, named after my parents anniversary month, June; it’s definitely rare but I like it after all. I’m simple yet gorgeous, which many people said about me.
My eyes were hazel, my straight nose perfectly ended high just like Kristen Stewarts, but my brown full lips made me much prettier. I smoke, but regularly, not an addiction kind of smoking, I just do it when I’m frustrated. We all do, don’t we? My famous medium length brown hair well duplicated my carrot-like skin complexion.
My life was fully perfect, although I didn’t have a mother but my father tried to fill every space my mother left. I enjoy watching albums and video’s of her, cause I never saw here. She died giving birth to me and unfortunately I have no siblings to count on, so that makes me the spoiled daughter that my father couldn’t say no to. I neither break rules made by my father nor refuse my father commands.
Our relationship was flawlessness, we never argued, fought nor get mad at each other. Little did I know, that this perfect relationship between my father and I will never stay the same when he gets married to her.
My step mother treated me good, but took all of my father time. Dad barely sees me, his schedule was busy, but Nora -my step mother- seems to get a lot of it. Nora was nice, kind and a bit attractive but couldn’t control her anger. I never liked her nor hate her and I don’t know what’s her intention, well no one knows.
She had 4 boys non of them were girls, so sometimes she makes Mom and daughter time; but I never like it. Her husband beaten and threatened her a lot, so she got divorced. Some times I feel sorry for her, but it’s the past right?
I never met her sons, but my father told me about them. Khalid the oldest which is 27, the twins Mas3ad and Mish3al 25 and Fawaz 23. He told me all about their ages and alot about their lifes. They all been studying in the States, except for Khalid which is married by now.
Now enough about them, and back to me but ....
Until next time.
Great start? Should I continue?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wrote this love letter...(finale)
BBOOOOOMMMBB!
oh shit!
I got bumped by a white Bentley, I came outta of the car to check on the guy. Not again! Could this guy disappear and never appear again?
“ahlan wshlan” he winked. “we’ll call them now”.
I huffed then dialled the emergency number, after 5 minutes they shockingly came. I know it was on purpose and I know he was chasing me all the way from the university.
“Ha, Shlsalfa” asked the police guy.
“Il a5-” and as I started to explain, he inturpted and said “kint blef, wila ad3mha bil ‘3la6, 7a8ich 3lay e5ty ana bdf3 il ta9alee7 o kil shy” he grinned behind the police.
“mm, its okay I can pay for it” I smiled, innocently.
“la2 e5ty, ohwa il ‘3l6an o lazm ydfa3. Hach ektbay esmich hnee” he pointed at the paper.
I started writing, knowing that Fahd’s looking at the paper, why am I first? I wrote down my name, Dema Al-Flani. They suddenly he said, smiling “3ashat il asamy”.
I quickly got in my car and drove off home, I was excausted yet, sleepy. While parking my car, I received a new message.
Unknown.9ef6ay mithl il nas ;)
I ignored the message and didn’t reply, but is he watching me now? Or tashyeer?
As soon as I opened the door, I felt a hand touching me, softly. “n3m?” I said.
“bs bs2lich so2al a5er, maby shy minich ila this answer” he asked politely. Seriously, kan shakla 7ad oma cute and a true meaning of hotness.
“tef’6al”.
“Dam f’6lich, 7beebty Dema, b56ibich min ahalich, please don’t say no. wallah abech min awal ma shiftich, m3ana its only a day. But wallah you’ll never believe me when I say, shsweetay ib 8albi, you almost get me in a heart attack, Dema ana a7bich o abech, o maby al3ab 3leech like other guys” he let out all of his feelings.
I was shocked, open-mouthed, popped-eyes litterally getting a coma. “bs Fhad-” I paused.
“bs shno?” he asked, worried.
“Im .. Uh already” I stopped again, then finally finished the sentence with “engaged to my cousin”.
I watched him leaving, I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't lie. his words were so true, but he's late.
Woke up the next day at 8 am,A little bit earlier than usual. took a warm shower, then brushed my teeth and got in my white tank top and a black cardigan over it, a jeans and ended with black flip flops. Simple much?
I got in my class, then sat on the same seat. while putting my bag on the floor, I found a letter on the floor exactly under my seat, I placed it on the desk then read whats written on the cover.
To Dema;*
so I guessed it was mine, I openned it and here's the shocking word that I couldn't manage to stop sobbing after reading it.
"7bebty Dema, I loved you but I couldn't handle watching you everyday, while you're not mine.I transfered my papers to another university, far away than this one. really far!
I just wanted to tell you, good luck with your studies and alla yhnech with your future husband :)
I wrote this letter right before my classes.
F+D=x3forever.*its curved on my desk e7im e7im.
The End.
oh shit!
I got bumped by a white Bentley, I came outta of the car to check on the guy. Not again! Could this guy disappear and never appear again?
“ahlan wshlan” he winked. “we’ll call them now”.
I huffed then dialled the emergency number, after 5 minutes they shockingly came. I know it was on purpose and I know he was chasing me all the way from the university.
“Ha, Shlsalfa” asked the police guy.
“Il a5-” and as I started to explain, he inturpted and said “kint blef, wila ad3mha bil ‘3la6, 7a8ich 3lay e5ty ana bdf3 il ta9alee7 o kil shy” he grinned behind the police.
“mm, its okay I can pay for it” I smiled, innocently.
“la2 e5ty, ohwa il ‘3l6an o lazm ydfa3. Hach ektbay esmich hnee” he pointed at the paper.
I started writing, knowing that Fahd’s looking at the paper, why am I first? I wrote down my name, Dema Al-Flani. They suddenly he said, smiling “3ashat il asamy”.
I quickly got in my car and drove off home, I was excausted yet, sleepy. While parking my car, I received a new message.
Unknown.9ef6ay mithl il nas ;)
I ignored the message and didn’t reply, but is he watching me now? Or tashyeer?
As soon as I opened the door, I felt a hand touching me, softly. “n3m?” I said.
“bs bs2lich so2al a5er, maby shy minich ila this answer” he asked politely. Seriously, kan shakla 7ad oma cute and a true meaning of hotness.
“tef’6al”.
“Dam f’6lich, 7beebty Dema, b56ibich min ahalich, please don’t say no. wallah abech min awal ma shiftich, m3ana its only a day. But wallah you’ll never believe me when I say, shsweetay ib 8albi, you almost get me in a heart attack, Dema ana a7bich o abech, o maby al3ab 3leech like other guys” he let out all of his feelings.
I was shocked, open-mouthed, popped-eyes litterally getting a coma. “bs Fhad-” I paused.
“bs shno?” he asked, worried.
“Im .. Uh already” I stopped again, then finally finished the sentence with “engaged to my cousin”.
I watched him leaving, I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't lie. his words were so true, but he's late.
Woke up the next day at 8 am,A little bit earlier than usual. took a warm shower, then brushed my teeth and got in my white tank top and a black cardigan over it, a jeans and ended with black flip flops. Simple much?
I got in my class, then sat on the same seat. while putting my bag on the floor, I found a letter on the floor exactly under my seat, I placed it on the desk then read whats written on the cover.
To Dema;*
so I guessed it was mine, I openned it and here's the shocking word that I couldn't manage to stop sobbing after reading it.
"7bebty Dema, I loved you but I couldn't handle watching you everyday, while you're not mine.I transfered my papers to another university, far away than this one. really far!
I just wanted to tell you, good luck with your studies and alla yhnech with your future husband :)
I wrote this letter right before my classes.
F+D=x3forever.*its curved on my desk e7im e7im.
The End.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Wrote this love letter...(3)
I was ecstatic, a huge grin was perfectly drawn on my face when I saw an old time friend Amthal. I took a long glare at her to recognize her. After knowing its her I quickly ran toward her to hug her an eternal tight big hug . But then this familiar face interrupted my running by stepping infront of me, saying “Agool Bdair”.
“Huh” I said, drawn in thoughts about the caller called earlier, it must be him. He called me Bdair at first so yes he’s the caller, what a coincidence.
“You’re voice now, way better than on the phone“ he winked. So can I call this flirting, or it’s a complement? I never been in those stuff before and to be specific, I never been in a relationship before.
“thank you?”. I quickly moved to stop whats going to happen next, I headed toward Amthal then hugged her a big one.
“he’s checking you out, ya 7mara et’9b6en o ma t8olen” she said, looking at him while still hugging me.
“I’ll tell you later all about it, yala I gotta go. Later”. We said our goodbyes then each of us went the opposite way.
I walked to the parking, when he touched my shoulders. “Lesh t78ren?” he asked, smiling.
“non of your business” I faked a smile, then entered my car. I looked at the side mirror, but he disappeared, then suddenly a white Bentley popped behind my car. I kept sending horns for him to move, but he couldn’t hear or maybe ignoring?
My facial expression showed how angry I was, horns didn’t work for him so I stepped out of my car and knocked on his window. He rolled his window, and yes it was Fahd. Could this get more annoying?
“Can you move, please?” I asked, politely.
“Without anything? You wish” he smiled wickedly. He’s not thinking of getting my number or any information about me, because him not giving him any of these.
“Shtaby 5ale9na?” I asked, placing my hands on my waist.
“You say your name, and I'll save your number with it” he said. smart hot guy ain’t he?
“Malik shi'3l, now move wila 9ij bdg 3ala il shir6a” I said, irritatedly.
“yah, we'll be calling them later.” he grinned then moved his car. What in the hell, he meant? We will be calling them later?
I started my engine, then drove to my house direction. but this sentence kept repeating in my mind "yeah, we'll be calling him later". I was wondering what he meant, he's no doubt complicated. Really complicated. "lesh ma s2lta b3d gabl la yru7, 9ij '3bya" I thought to myself.
BBOOOOOMMMBB!
oh shit!
Stay tuned.
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“Huh” I said, drawn in thoughts about the caller called earlier, it must be him. He called me Bdair at first so yes he’s the caller, what a coincidence.
“You’re voice now, way better than on the phone“ he winked. So can I call this flirting, or it’s a complement? I never been in those stuff before and to be specific, I never been in a relationship before.
“thank you?”. I quickly moved to stop whats going to happen next, I headed toward Amthal then hugged her a big one.
“he’s checking you out, ya 7mara et’9b6en o ma t8olen” she said, looking at him while still hugging me.
“I’ll tell you later all about it, yala I gotta go. Later”. We said our goodbyes then each of us went the opposite way.
I walked to the parking, when he touched my shoulders. “Lesh t78ren?” he asked, smiling.
“non of your business” I faked a smile, then entered my car. I looked at the side mirror, but he disappeared, then suddenly a white Bentley popped behind my car. I kept sending horns for him to move, but he couldn’t hear or maybe ignoring?
My facial expression showed how angry I was, horns didn’t work for him so I stepped out of my car and knocked on his window. He rolled his window, and yes it was Fahd. Could this get more annoying?
“Can you move, please?” I asked, politely.
“Without anything? You wish” he smiled wickedly. He’s not thinking of getting my number or any information about me, because him not giving him any of these.
“Shtaby 5ale9na?” I asked, placing my hands on my waist.
“You say your name, and I'll save your number with it” he said. smart hot guy ain’t he?
“Malik shi'3l, now move wila 9ij bdg 3ala il shir6a” I said, irritatedly.
“yah, we'll be calling them later.” he grinned then moved his car. What in the hell, he meant? We will be calling them later?
I started my engine, then drove to my house direction. but this sentence kept repeating in my mind "yeah, we'll be calling him later". I was wondering what he meant, he's no doubt complicated. Really complicated. "lesh ma s2lta b3d gabl la yru7, 9ij '3bya" I thought to myself.
BBOOOOOMMMBB!
oh shit!
Stay tuned.
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Wrote this love letter...(2)
Darliam ;*I need your email please,I cant comment on your posts madre lesh, ma y6l3.
I couldn’t help not to ask who’s this familiar voice owner, so I tapped his shoulders slightly, not trying to get the teacher’s attention.
“hala?” he said, moving his head back.
“mm, can I barrow a pencil” I asked, hopping not to be caught.
He went silent first but then, “o il 8alam hatha shye6la3” he said, pointing at the pencil.
I quickly took the pen and threw it on the floor, and slightly step on it. “bad quality” I smirked , as I extended my hand and reached for the pencil.
He looked at me, shockingly, raised an eyebrow and place his hand on mine, “Are you allowing yourself to get someone‘s pencil without his permission?”.
I held the pencil, and threw it on him, impolitely and hard. “I’m not drooling over your pencil” I teased. “I asked, but you didn’t answer, so I took that as a yes.” I simply added and gestured to turn his head around.
The class went on and on, for what seems like hours. The Dr was doing what she was supposed to, with no effort repeating to the students who asked for repetition. Every once in a while, Fahd looks back, then look away; when my eyes catch his sight. He’s a weird guy, indeed.
For a second, I thought about how Fahd looked, he was this tall naturally tanned guy. Caesar Brown naturally straight hair. Thick nose, dark brown eyes, dark thin lips, probably from smoking.And was wearing dark and light blue Ralph Lauren paired with ecru baggie shorts.well for the shoes, my sight couldn't reach his legs.
After long thoughts of my daily to-do things and how a messiness I looked and comparing my self to Fahd I turn out to be the boy, well,I never cared how my outer looked but I'm poking people eyes with knitting needles to stop staring and 7ash -which is basically Kuwait favourite hobby to practice and that goes to the girls specially and mostly-. The class finally ended, after the longest hours I spent at a class.
I was the last student to exit the class, I thought of being handy for a second and offer Dr. N’aema help, but she refused so I went out hopping not to get embarrassed again by Mr. Dag 3lay il 9b7. As if I didn’t pass through embarrassment already.
I was ecstatic, a huge grin was perfectly drawn on my face when I saw an old time friend Amthal. I took a long glare at her to recognize her. After knowing its her I quickly ran toward her to hug her an eternal tight big hug . But then this familiar face interrupted my running by stepping infront of me, saying “Agool Bdair”.
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
Wrote this love letter...(1)
As I said, to someone;*
Here you go :). and Its a 4 parts story...
I slept peacefully that day. Fully covered with my warm yellow thick blanket. My face burried between the two layers of my comfy pillows. When silence, quietness and hush were doing their jobs. I felt I was sleeping an eternal sleep, I didn’t want to wake up, not now. Until this noisy beep, coming from my mobile entering slowly from my ears. I extended my hands and pulled my phone from the corner table. I quickly picked up, when an Unknown number displayed on the screen.
“Allo” I said lazily.
“Bdaaaaair?”.
“Is it obvious I sound like your friend?” I asked, twitting.
“Inzain, wel wel sh-hal nafs alla y3een ily eshufich il 9b7, Sorry I dialled the wrong number”.
I quickly hung up, and drifted to sleep, as soon as I fliped to change my position another beep annoyed. Would my phone stop it?Again I answered but this time without looking at the caller.
“Il nas egolon bye” he quetched.
“agol chub” I said, mingy. I never assaulted any stranger like this, but my nerves were splashy.
“Inzain…” he said, as I aborted the phone call, and switched my phone off.
I kept on changing position on bed, but deplorably I couldn’t sleep again. I looked at my phone; for the time, It was shockingly 5:00 pm, I quickly jumped out of bed, and went to the inner bathroom. I washed up then got in my track suit, I love NYC t-shirt and red crocs, simply a messiness, right?
I rushed to my car, taking a sandwich from the kitchen on my way, and quickly started the engine to catch my first class at Uni. All the way driving , I was tapping my fingers on the steering wheel; hopping to get on time.
I ran aimlessly toward my class, knowing it will be biology with Dr. N’aema. I went to the class, which was filled with people starring at me appalled, I quickly sat at the last line on the right corner, no one was around me; I don’t want anyone to be.
The class started like every usual first class at university, but then she started asking about the lesson she explicated earlier. A long muscular tanned hand rose while she asked her questions, I have to admit I was paying attention to what the teacher explained, just a little.
“You may answer Fahd” she said, pointing at him.
He stood up and answered confidently “bicarbonate HCO3”.
His voice was familiar, really familiar. Its like I talked to him before, It was this manly voice with a noisy tone, that waves of his voice goes up then turn down like a pump oxygenator. I couldn’t help not to ask who’s this familiar voice owner, so I tapped his shoulders slightly, not trying to get the teacher’s attention.
Stay tuned.
If it hits better make it worth the fall.
Akmil?
Friday, September 4, 2009
Outspokenly(adv) o̵ut′spō′kən
Welcome to my blog,
I go by the name of S but also known as Zarh. Nothing gorgeous nothing special.
Quotes I live on:
"If it hits better make it worth the fall" Keri Hilson.
"You suck di**s, I succeed" Lil Wayne.
"If its good, it got to last" Beyonce.
Some people ask me why do I write stories with sad endings. See, to be pacific, I never believed in happy endings, I never lived them.But mostly 90% relationships ends sadly and the people in the 10% are lucky, and their meant to be together.
So particularly reading these stories, gives you alot of hope but back then if you get your heart broken, you'll lose it all. Our stories aren't all ending happily, so I'm writing bad ending, to keep it realistic.
Please support by following and commenting, If you have a story and want me to read it. I'll be reading every blog of yours, thanks.
I'm always and forever outspoken.
If you have a story, please enter the URL below to check it ;).
I go by the name of S but also known as Zarh. Nothing gorgeous nothing special.
Quotes I live on:
"If it hits better make it worth the fall" Keri Hilson.
"You suck di**s, I succeed" Lil Wayne.
"If its good, it got to last" Beyonce.
So particularly reading these stories, gives you alot of hope but back then if you get your heart broken, you'll lose it all. Our stories aren't all ending happily, so I'm writing bad ending, to keep it realistic.
Please support by following and commenting, If you have a story and want me to read it. I'll be reading every blog of yours, thanks.
I'm always and forever outspoken.
If you have a story, please enter the URL below to check it ;).