7.

what is wrong with this guy? shyabee? im not hie sister, cousin, girlfriend, mother. im nothing to him, menu uhwa 3ashan he tells me to go change? we3. anyways how does he always know where i am? thats so scary.

i didnt want to tell maryoom or rawan about him just yet. so i didnt mention anything. but for some reason, i wanted to go home and change. madree lesh, and i still question myself about why i listened to a stranger, but i did. so we got our food to go and headed back to mariam's house.

i didnt reply to his message, because i know he was watching me leave and head into a house. he was scary like that. so we spent the day at mariam's pool and then each of us went home and slept. i didnt talk to barrak that night, even though he called a lot and even messaged me a lot. but i decided to show him who wears the pants between the two of us.

so weeks went by with barrak acting exactly the same, always knowing where i was, who i was with, what i was wearing, and everything. then suddenly, my birthday was coming up, and i hadnt mentioned to him that it was my birthday, so i assumed he wouldnt know.

a week before my birthday, barrak started asking me all these weird questions, like whats your favorite car? favorite car color? favorite material for the car seats? favorite music? favorite thing to have dangling from the mirror in a car? favorite key chain? and even favorite car smell. of course i answered telling him my favorite car was a red range sport, with light beige leather, favorite music was english of course, favorite dangling thing was a crystal, favorite keychain was one that i had seen in LV and that i didnt have a favorite car smell, i just loved my brother's lacoste cologne.

so finally, my birthday came and i was turning 18. Baba, of course, had his ways, and i had my license the morning of my birthday, but my car was yet to come, he said we would go look for it next week when he was back from the shaleh, but gave me his black classic range rover to drive until then. maryoom and rawan had taken me to lunch in chocolate bar in avenues and we headed back to my house. i hadnt heard from barrak the whole day, and i didnt bother calling or messaging.

we decided to go to my house and chill there for a while until around 6 so we could go out. so we got to my house at 5, and i opened the door to a surprise party done by my lovely best friends. every girl i knew was there. and everything was pink and white, just like i like it. i loved those girls! there was pizza too, which was my favorite, and everything was perfect. maryoom made me change into this stunning short black dress that was tight in all the right places and quite short.

around like 9, i get a text from barrak saying: open your house door.

akeed he knew it was just us girls in the house, or he wouldnt have even stepped foot near my house. so i was curious to know what was up and i opened to door to find an LV box on the floor. that was so weird, he didnt even know it was my birthday!

i picked it up and opened it to find the key chain i wanted, but, there was a car key attached to it. i automatically called barrak.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH! but um, theres a key?" i obviously sounded confused

he started giggling. what a surprise right? "e 7abeebti, theres a key, go outside" and with that, he shut the phone.

i went outside in my party dress, not caring that everyone passing by could see me in my dress. and i saw it. i started screaming. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! SHENU HATHA?! NO WAY NO WAY!!!!

i called barrak, but he didnt pick up. i took the key and crossed my fingers and unlocked the car doors. no way. it was the red range, exactly how i wanted it. with 18 english cd's, im guessing because i turned 18, a bottle of my brother's lacoste cologne, and the crystal dangling from the mirror. inside the car was bright pink balloons, each one said happy 18 noora!

i started crying. i was so happy. no way. how was i going to explain this to my father?

just when i started tearing, barrak called me

"7abeebti dont cry, im sorry, i thought you would be happy" he sounded disappointed.

"you idiot! these are happy tears! thank you so much! i cant believe you did this! oh my god thank you barraky!" i spoke so fast.

"barrakich? ana barrakich? amoot? tabeene amoot?" he was happy too, 7ayate! "happy birthday 7abeebty, now go inside, and im going to leave a note on your car 3ashan it will explain everything to your father"

i still didnt know how he looked or anything. but i did as i was told and headed inside. i couldnt hide him anymore, i had to tell maryoom and rawan.

when all the guests left, it was around 1 am, and maryoom and rawan were sleeping over. so i told them everything.

"I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! BACHER WERE GOING TO GIZ IN YOUR CAR!" maryoom, 7abeebti, shes so cute, she never judged me.

"Nooro, you have to think about this before you jump in too far, but either way, im here for you, and im happy if you are happy" rawan didnt seem too happy though about me falling for a complete stranger.

yes, i said it, i have fallen for barrak al x. while i was day dreaming about him, maryoom started jumping up and down like a kangaroo. "NOORO NOORO! GO CHECK THE NOTE!"

oh right, i forgot about that! so we ran outside and there was a note. it read: Happy birthday Noora, el 3umer kela enshala, i hope im not out of line by giving you a car on your birthday, but im someone from school, and i've liked you for the past 5 years, actually, i think i might just love you.

LOVE? love me? LOVE ME?

6.

i couldn't fall asleep. i felt like there was something fishy about this "barrak al x" and i kept thinking about him and how sad his life was. maybe he really did need me in his life, just as a friend of course, just to help him get through all the drama that went on.

so just as i was about to fall asleep, i got a message from him saying : thank you so much noora, wallah you made me the happiest person in the world! yala namay stop thinking about me and sleep! goodnight 7abeebti.

7ABEEBTI? isn't that like a big word? somewhere near the i love you stage? i brushed it off thinking he probably calls everyone that, like i do. and i messaged him back saying: don't think too highly of yourself mister, and goodnight B.

and with that, i fell asleep again. however my vibrating phone woke me up at 6 am. and guess who it was? BARRAK. of course, who else is possibly that annoying?

i picked up.

"alo?" i barely whispered. first he wakes me up at 2 am and then again at 6? what is wrong with this guy, does he ever sleep?

"ya hala bil zain!" he was overexcited.

"why do you keep waking me up? is that like a favorite pastime of yours?" he was irritating me and i was regretting ever giving him weyh in the first place.

"pastime? YAL NEEEEEEEERD KAAAAAAAAAAAAAK! arent you the deyaya that sleeps early and wakes up at 6?" he giggled, AGAIN. "fa gilt i'll call you as soon as you wake up"

no, this guy is too much. is he stupid or just acting that way to piss me off?

"are you kidding me?" my voice showed that i was obviously very mad.

"haha sorry nooroo wala sorry, khalas sleep and call me when you wake up" and with that, he shut the phone.

what is it with this guy that i cant stop thinking about him or talking to him? a lot of guys have given me this kind of attention, even more, but he was the first i actually talked to.

so i went back to sleep, woke up at 9, showered, had breakfast with my brother fahood, and got ready to go to maryooms house for a day of tanning. i took kumar, picked up rawan and went straight to maryooms.

on my way there, i get a message from barrak saying: tell your driver to slow down, hes driving too fast. and how about next time, you dont leave your house in a dress that short? ;)

WHAT THE HELL? SHDARAA?! HOW DID HE KNOW? hes so scary!

i replied to the message saying: i wasnt aware that you became my keeper, but i'll keep that in mind for future reference.

remember, i still didnt know how barrak looks like or what car he drives or anything.

so we got to maryooms house and she decided she wanted to go have breakfast in johnny rockets, the one next to fanar, before we swim and tan, so we agreed and took her white G500 , since she now drove.

all three of us were in our pool clothes, meaning me in a short yellow dress and flipflops, rawan in black shorts and a white t-shirt and maryoom in a short jeans skirt (not too short of course) and a fuschia t-shirt. but it was really early, so we were sure not many people would be there.

as soon as we got to johnny rockets, like we guessed, we were the only ones there. however, i got another message from barrak saying: didnt i just tell you not to wear that dress out of the house? go home and change now.

5.

yes, i have to admit that i DID think about this stranger that was supposedly head over heels in love with me. and yes, i was beyond flattered, but i thought he was insane.

for the next few months, me and mariam didn't mention what happened with barrak to anyone, and we hardly even talked about it ourselves, it was just awkward i guess.

so months passed and senior year started, so the thought about this stranger went away because of all the honors classes we were taking, all we could think about was work work work until one day my phone rang around 2 am, waking me up. my phone hardly ever rings this late unless its maryoom or rawan calling to bitch about something so i picked up without even looking at the number.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm"

"Noora?" it was a man's voice but i couldn't trace it.

"Who is this?" i was so tired that the words barely escaped my lips and came out as a somewhat loud whisper.

"Ma3ach Barrak al x, im not sure if you remember me" he was so confident with himself. calling me at 2 am? like he was sure that i was going to welcome him with open arms or something.

"How did you get my number?" i was honestly scared.

"I have my ways, listen, i need to talk to you about something, mashghouula?"

MIN 9IJA HATHA HE CALLS ME AT 2 AM O HE ASKS IF IM MASHGHOULA?!

"min 9ijik inta you call me at 2 am and expect me to be awake and talk to you?"

he giggled. what the hell was so funny? i started getting mad. "no3ich dyeeya itnameen imbacher bil weekend?" and he kept giggling.

"WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU WANT?" i was so irritated bas i dont know why i couldnt shut the phone! i think i was somehow attracted to the idea of a guy, especially one outside of my school, that supposedly loved me.

"calm down, can we talk or should i call you at 6 am when you wake up?" and he giggled somewhere.

"inta shfeek? shtaby? what do you want from me? dont make me shut the phone and give it to my brother the next time you call" he was so annoying chinna yahil.

"bkel 9ara7a ya noora, ana abeech. i've wanted you since day one. since the time i saw you in chilies with you concentrating on your coke up until today when i saw you walking out of your school gracefully with your skirt and tie. youre so cute in that tie."

i cut him off. "NA3AM?! what today when you saw me walking out of school?! are you some kind of freaky stalker?!" how scary right?

"no no no, my little brother goes to your school, and i have just been volunteering to pick him up for the last month or so" he was so cocky it disgusted me.

"can you not call me again?"

"no i cannot not call you again. just give me a chance. please. just let me talk and if you dont like what i have to say, you can shut the phone, w kelmat rayal, you wont hear from me again ya noora"

i thought about it and decided that i'd let him talk, it seemed like a good deal, its not like i would fall for any of his bullshit. "okay, talk. you have 10 minutes, you better make it good"

"haha youre so cute youre making it seem like were in a business meeting" he giggled again. since when do guys giggle?

"9 minutes" i wasnt actually timing him, i just wanted him to hurry up because i wanted to get back to my dream about me and maryoom finding a pink dog.

"okay listen," his tone became serious, it sounded kind of hot actually, "My name is barrak al x, im 23 years old, i have 3 brothers, ahmed mohammed and nasser. im the eldest, ahmed and mohammed are twins."

"okay and this has what to do with me?" i thought it was cute that he was telling me all about his life but why? i was confused.

"just listen, please. i was in boarding school in england since i was in the 5th grade because my parents are divorced and, you know the drama. so anyways, in england, i met this girl and we got really close. eventually, i dated this girl for 5 years and loved her more than i loved food, air, or water. she was my life and i was hers, and we were going to get married, i was going to ikh6ubha but her father didnt accept me because she was ibdowiya and i wasnt and she was apparently already promised to her cousin" he seemed really really sad, maskeen, kisar kha6ree wala.

"im sorry" my eyes were watering!

"theres more," he cut me off, "she got engaged to her cousin and we still talked, and i still saw her every single day. except, one day, she went to london with her mother to get prepared for her wedding, and her and her mother got hit by a car and died instantly. this was 2 years ago, and i wasnt able to go out of my house until the day i saw you in chilies. that was my first time out of the house"

by now, i was crying. it was so sad. he sounded so sad. maskeen he really loved her! "allah yir7am7um, im very sorry"

he ignored my comment. "well anyways, when i saw you, it was like i was looking at her. you look just like her, you even have the innocence beaming out of you like she did. and honestly noora, all i want is a chance. please. i didnt have a chance with her, dont make me lose you too."

this guy was talking to me like he already knew me, which was quite freaky, but something about me made me believe him and want to give him a chance, maybe not as a boyfriend but as a friend, i was going to be there for him as a shoulder to cry on.

"ok" i barely spat it out.

"seriously noora?! do you know how happy you just made me? wala ra7 a7a6ich b3younee" this guy is bipolar! one minute he is crying and the next he is happy? its kind of cute, in a way.

i giggled, i dont know why, im not the giggling type, but i giggled, i think hes contagious.

we shut the phone and i couldnt help but thinking that maybe i made a mistake...

4.

i love how ive already posted 6 posts in one day :P all for you identityy :*

random numbers rarely call mariam. so she assumed it was someone she knew.

"Alo?"

"Mariam?" a guys voice came from the phone

"Na3am, who is this?" she was excited, a new guy was calling her

"Ma3ach Barrak al x. im khalid's friend. the one that was in the car with you and your friend. madry if you remember?" according to maryoom, he seemed VERY nervous.

"Ummmmm, yeah i think i do remember. but one question, khalid gave you my number?" by now, she was angry. she thought the worst about khalid. how could he talk to her for a week, leave her hanging, and then give her number to random guys? min 9ija hatha?

"la wallah he didnt, i actually took the number from his phone when he went out to help you during the accident"

"okay, that was a few months ago, why are you calling me now? is khalid okay? is something wrong?" she had a gutt feeling that something had happened to khalid and thats why he hasnt called or picked up

"no khalid's fine, everythings good. listen, i have a question i want to ask you, is that alright? or is this a bad time?" it wasnt a bad time, all she was doing was painting her nails and watching friends.

"sure go ahead" she was curious to know what was up.

"i dont really know how to say this, but were you the one sitting behind me in the car, wearing white?"

"no, that was my friend, why?" she was somewhat angry at the fact that the beautiful stranger on the phone that goes by the name barrak was asking about me instead of her. she had always been like that, but its okay, its something weve grown accustomed to.

"well, honestly, im a bit embarrassed to bring this up, bes from the second i saw her, 7abaita, w madry shlon dashat galby and i cant stop thinking about her. would it be way out of line for me to ask you for her number?" it was obvious that he was extremely shy

"sorry no, shes not the type to talk to guys, is there anything else or will that be all?" she was annoyed at him. not because she was jealous of me or anything, but because he was khalid's friend

"actually, if you wont give me her number, can you put us on conference? i just want to hear a no from her if thats her answer" he seemed hopeless and depressed so mariam decided that it would be okay to call me and conference us and told me to act as though i wasnt aware that he was on the phone.

"MARYOOOOOOOOM! you idiot whats up? come over? yala?" i acted like myself, of course.

"akhh" a mans voice came from the phone

"um maryoom?" i acted like i was confused that a mans groan was coming out of my phone

"yeah shfeech? yala am going to come over in like an hour, we'll go get mcdonalds, 7di mishtahya cheeseburger" she tried to hide his groan

"aaaaaaaaakhhhhhhhhh" he did it again

"um maryoom whos on the phone?"

"wa akheeran sima3na sootich" barrak said in this tone of voice that sounded like someone completely in love.

"im sorry? who is this?" i asked like i didnt know

"im barrak al x. im khalid's friend, the one from chilie's. the one from the car. ring a bell?" he seemed excited so i wanted to crush his hopes so he'd get that i dont want anything to do with him

"sorry, no not really, do you need anything?" i made myself seem irritated with him

"honestly, since the day i saw you in chilies, all ive been thinking about is you, and ive been going there like a crazy addict every single day looking for you, and i finally built up the nerve to call mariam and ask her about you" he seemed extremely shy and heartbroken in a way "and i dont even know your name..."

"listen, i dont know you, please dont call mariam again, because she wont pick up, and please, dont think about me anymore or whatever youre doing because its creepy. and good day." and i shut the phone in his face. good day? am i stupid? who the hell says good day? i didnt know what was wrong with me. but what i thought was that this would be the end of barrak al x, but it wasnt. it was only the beginning..

3.

who knows? maybe he could help.

mariam was FREAKED OUT. she didnt know what to do. call mr.hottie or get grounded for life?

she decided to call mr.hottie.

"so you decided to call me ha?" he was so sure it was her.

*sobs*

"SHFEECH?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! WHAT DID I DO NOW?!" he was worried. he has yet to meet the girl and already made her cry twice.

"mu *sobs* inta. we got into an accident *sobs* and i thought i could call you *sobs*" maskeena i have seriously never seen her this scared.

"wainkum? im coming" hes so cute, ya7leela he cared already

she told him exactly where we were and we waited. the 3agad already drove off because madry maybe they were embarrassed at the fact that they had to explain that the cause of the accident was them being idiots? madry.

anyways we waited for 5 minutes and saw a black, fully tinted cayenne turbo stop behind us and mr.hottie walked out.

"UFFF! shenu an elephant crashed into you?" and he laughed.

this, of course made mariam even angrier because "it was not the time for joking" and she started tearing all over again.

he looks over at me and smiles. i put my head down.

"ana khalid. and you are?" looking at mariam waiting for her to answer and completely ignoring the fact that i existed, of course :P

"m mm mariam" and she blushed.

"inzain, maryoom, why are you so scared? its just a car, w il7amdela nothing happened to the both of you" he smiled his heartwarming smile again

"BECAUSE IM 17 AND MY PARENTS ARE OUT OF THE COUNTRY AND I STOLE THE CAR AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she started bawling again. way itfashel this girl wallah :P

"inzain inzain maryoom calm down, listen, heres what we are going to do okay? im going to take your car to the garage and you and your friend are going to follow me to the garage, were going to put ur car there and im going to drop you both home inzain? just dont cry please."

all she could say was "shenu maryoom? i dont even know you. but ok"

i gave her the death stare ely "WTF WERE SO NOT TRUSTING A RANDOM GUY THAT JUST RAQIMED YOU!!"

but she was ignoring my glare and heading to the car and was going to open the door to the front seat when another guy opened the door and got out, heading towards the carrera and sitting next to khalid. i didnt even look at the guy so i didnt know how he looked.

we got into khalid's car and followed him to the garage.

"Nooroo! you saw the other guy? hes so hot! we should so double date! you and the other hottie and me and khalid!"

"you dont know anything about the guy except that his name is khalid and you already want to date him?" i was messing with her head, i felt like something was going to happen between them, they definitely had a connection and he was soo nice!

we got to the garage and mariam got down to give him her credit card so she could pay and khalid went ballistic. apparently "3aib for her to offer to pay when theres a rayal with her"

so ya7leela, he paid for the damages and wouldnt even tell her how much he paid.

me and maryoom got into the backseat of his cayenne and he was driving with his friend next to him

"ha what would you lovely ladies like to listen to? rwaished? iljasmy? rashed? wela no3kum backstreet boys say you love me again madry shenu?"

we couldnt stop laughing! he knew us so well. not that we like backstreet boys, but that we were the english music types. so him and mariam kept talking while me and his friend were completely silent. i had my head down the whole time.

khalid dropped us off at mariam's house and called her the second he drove off. so much for our "haagen dazs and doritos" talk :P so i dozed off while they stayed on the phone and woke up around 1 am to mariam screaming at me to get dressed because khalid was coming to the duwaniya to "chill"

my first instinct was that he was a serial killer and out for his next victim so i took a kitchen knife and put it under a pillow in the duwaniya and put a movie on until he came.

him and mariam sat there for hours talking and staring at each other wela faj2a he realized that he was sitting on something annoying. DING DING DING! the pillow that had the knife underneath it. he pulled the pillow up, saw the knife, and started laughing so hard that his eyes were watering.

"HAHAHAH SHENU HATHA?!"

"m mm madry :S" mariam knew that i had put it there but, come on, she wasnt going to make him think her best friend was a retard!

so anyways i left them in the duwaniya and went upstairs to sleep. a couple of hours later, mariam showed up and kept telling me how amazing he is and whatnot.

keep in mind that this whole time, khalid didnt know my name or anything about me. as far as he knew, i was mariam's best friend w bas.

a few days later, khalid dropped the carrera to mariam's house and all was well..

except when mariam was calling him, he stopped picking up. he stopped calling her and messaging her and coming over. she was devastated. yes, she only knew him for like a week, but everything was perfect and she knew she was falling for him, and trust me, mariam does not fall for guys easily.

so we gave up on khalid and she moved on and life was good again.. until one day.. a very random number gave mariam a call...

2.

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.

1.

*zzzzzzzzz* my phone was vibrating underneath my pillow one monday morning. it was the summer of 2007, this is our last summer as high school students, because 2008, we would have graduated and been high school graduates. exciting yeah?

So back to my phone, it was vibrating and would NOT STOP. it refused to leave me alone while i was dreaming about rainbows or something. i looked at it and of course, it was mariam. hal bent mu bes 7ana when she wants to be. so i picked up

"HA?!"

"NOORO YAL SLEEPYHEAD WAKE UP IM COMING TO PICK U UP WERE GOING OUT!"

and she shut the phone in my face.

most of our conversations were like that. she screamed, i listened. i screamed, she listened. so we had a mutual understanding of each other. haha.

so i got up, showered, blow-dried my hair and stared at my closet. i didnt even know where we were going or what we were going to do so i decided to play it safe and dress in a somewhat casual/fancy way. i took out my white juicy dress, gold juicy flats, and grabbed my classic channel bag. i left my hair down and wore my diamond studs that i never left the house without.

the second i finished, which was like at 1, mariam called me to go downstairs. my parents were in london for a couple of weeks and my brother had been in the shaleh for the past week. so it was just me, rose and sheila, our two maids. i walked out of the house looking for mariam's driver's white escalade, when i saw her driving her mother's red porsche carrera. i freaked out.

apparently, her parents decided to join my parents in london, so she decided to steal the car and pick me up. of course, she knew how to drive since she was turning 18 in a couple of months, so i didnt say no. we got in the car and just started driving around.

an hour later, our stomachs started making funny noises, alarming us that we were starving, so we decided to head to chilies. it was so random because we never actually went and sat there. my brother never let me because apparently it was "full of 3agad". chena the rest of kuwait isnt ya3ni. haha.

we got to chilies and, to our luck, we were the only ones there! so we called rawan and told her to join us as well. while the three of us were ordering, mariam decided that it was safe for her to smoke since no one was there and no one would see her.

we were talking, mariam was smoking, and i was finishing up my diet coke when suddenly 5 really hot guys came into the restaurant and decided to sit at the table right next to us. they would not take their eyes off of us. of course we didnt give them the time of day, but it just felt awkward eating while guys stared us down.

rawan had to leave early, so me and mariam stayed and chilled for a bit longer, ordering dessert and more drinks. when, out of nowhere, one of the guys at the table turns around..

"excuse me, can i please borrow ur lighter?"

mariam was quite apathetic and just handed it to him without a word or smile and i had my head down the whole time.

"mashkoora but, um, can i please have a cigarette as well?"

this is when mariam started laughing hysterically and gave him a cigarette. i still didnt look up. so we paid our bill and decided to leave.

as we were getting into the car, mr hottie that took a cigarette followed us out. we got into the car and he stood at the door, opening it and refusing to shut it.

did i mention that mariam was the biggest pms-er in the world? meaning that her mood swings were out of this world?

well, yeah, she started crying, no actually, she started bawling. and his grip got tighter on the door, his face was turning red, and his nostrils were flaring.

honestly, it would be an understatement to say i was scared. what was he going to do to us? :O