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okay so im really bored, and im going to post again :P

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to say i was scared would be an understatement. what was he going to do to us?

let me explain something to you. i am a drama queen. i overreact and i over-exaggerate. but this guy, he was scary. his face was like those cartoons whose faces suddenly become different shades of red. of course, this made mariam cry more. but she was determined to make him leave.

"please, please go away" she managed to say between sobs

suddenly his face became normal again, and he was the hottie that was sitting next to us again. hes so weird!

"no, please dont cry, i cant look at someone as beautiful as you cry" was what he managed to say.

aww. hes actually quite cute, but wow, his accent is better than those of all my previous english teachers put together!

this time, i looked up, i wanted to match the voice to a face. he was probably one of the most handsomest guys i had ever seen to that day. his eyes, like mariam were striking blue, his eyelashes were like rawans, his tan was like the tan of every other kuwaiti guy, but it somewhat glowed. and his body was like the body of an abercrombie model. he was dressed in a red polo and beige shorts and red and gold pumas. typical kuwaiti style.

i nudged mariam and she looked at me questioningly.

"what?" she whispered thinking he couldnt hear her

"i can still hear u if u whisper. hehe. look, can u please just take my number? i feel like we have a connection or something. you dont have to call me or anything. just khaleeny arta7 nafseeyan and take my number so i at least have hope." and he gave her a heart warming smile.

but mariam, being the girl she is, just took her phone out, and gave him a look that was like "YALA", you know what i mean?

"its quite easy actually, so even if u delete it you will remember it, im sure" and he winked at her

but she still had the YALA look going on and he gave her the number. it was like "xxyxxxx" thats the pattern it was. easy no?

"thank you gorgeous, take care of yourself" and with that, he shut the door and walked back into chilies.

we didnt talk about it in the car because we knew that the second we got to mariam's house this would be a "haagen dazs and dorito's" moment to talk about. so while we were on the way there, these 3agad, i cannot even explain them. ily bu porcupine hair o skinny jeans o metallic shirts started following us, wela faj2a, CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH.

these freaks bumped into us. and this time, me and mariam both started crying. what were we going to do? i jumped out of the car and ran to the back to see what happened. the whole back of the car was dead. it was gone smashed into the inside. our parents would flip their shit if they knew we stole the car, and my brother would kill me if i called him. so mariam decided to call mr.hottie from chilies. who knows? maybe he would help.