I'll Carry The Weight Off Your Shoulders

She had an air that made people around her happy. No one knew that she had the weight if the world on her shoulders. She fake smiled her way through school, people actually believed she had a perfect life. She used to anyway, it wasn't perfect but it was better than the hell she was living in. 

Now she's just that pale faced tired girl with bags under her eyes; a pitiful sight. She can't stop worrying about the people around her, she's not sleeping; suffering from insomnia. She was used to the peace, quiet, and comfort of her own home but due to her sleeping arrangements, she now lives in chaos and noise. Sometimes the noise was real and sometimes it was her loud thoughts. Some nights she felt like her thoughts haunted her. 

She's suffering but she's still patient she's hurt but she's not broken. She won't cry, no, her pride wouldn't let her. She needed someone by her side to hold her and help her, but no one was there; they were all concerned with their own problems. But he, yes HE gave her hope. He'd stay awake all night waiting for her to sleep. Sooth her with his words until she feels peace; somehow he always knew what to say. He occupied her thoughts and got her mind off situations. He was patient with her, he listened when she rambled about her teachers, gave her advice when she had a problem, and calmed and soothed her when she cried. He was her hero -after her father-, her mentor, and her prince charming.

 It came as a huge shock to her when he told her about his feelings. After all, how can someone love a person who is as damaged as she is? She declined his feelings claiming that they weren't true. He was devastated but he stayed with her. She knew he was in love; it showed in his writings -he wrote arabic poems all the time-, but she never knew that he loved HER. 

She didn't realize that she was falling for him. After all, love works in mysterious ways. A few months later she realized that she can't live without him, she can't go a day without talking to him. His good morning messages were like caffeine to her system, they make her function properly. His lame jokes never failed to amuse her, and his flirting always made her cheeks stain red, her heart leaps at the mention of his name, and she can't bare the sight of him sad; she loved him. She hoped she wasn't late to realize it and that he didn't move on. 

She opened his chat and wrote down, "I love you", then clicked send.  

A few seconds later her responded, "What took you so long?"

What If?

Lately I've been going through a rough patch; there were times where I'd get sad and depressed. People showed me their true colors. The people who I thought they would always have my back ran away as soon as they could, and the people who I thought would leave actually stayed. Life's ironic. The point is I started writing short stories whenever I could. In classes, at home, after exams, in my friends' houses, anywhere and everywhere.. I wasn't really prepared to show them to anyone until someone dear to me convinced me saying that "I shouldn't be afraid of showing people what I can do". So I decided to post one of the first ones I wrote. w mu kl shay aktba tgdron tsawonha, fe ashya 3aib w fe ashya ma tetwafa8 m3 deena fa la tswonha. This goes to my whole blog. I'd like to thank two people in particular who played a huge role in almost getting me out of that phase. @wanderlustt15 & HS; I love you guys, thank you for everything :')




What if you didn't exist? What if I never got the chance to meet you? What if you fell in love with someone else? What if? 

I wouldn't be able to see that adorable smile, or hear your melodic laugh. Or listen to you complain about your crooked nose that seems perfectly strait to me. Would I be able to see your innocence? The way you'd throw your head backwards and squint your eyes while laughing, "just like a 4 year old", I would say. Would I be able to run my fingers through your jet black hair or rub the light stubble on your face? Would I be able to see your beautiful smile? Yes that smile; the one that makes my heart beat rapidly, the one that makes butterflies appear in my tummy, the one that makes my cheeks stain with a shade of red. Would you still embrace me when I'm sad? You'd always pull me to your lap and embrace me, kissing my forehead and whispering in my ear; "everything's going to be alright". And immediately everything that bothers me doesn't seem to matter anymore. Those eyes; those deep dark brown eyes of yours that always seem to touch my soul in a way that makes it impossible to look away. Those eyes are the cause to my weakness. Yes, you make me weak, but don't worry honey I like it. If I didn't I wouldn't have stayed. A billion of thoughts collide in my brain the moment my eyes meet yours. As I stare into your eyes, I realize that you've ben talking this whole time, and I haven't even noticed that; I zoned out. 

"Babe? What are you thinking of?" You ask. 

"Nothing dear, nothing", remembering the various thoughts that were fleeting in my head. 

"Okay" you answer, not believing a word I said but you still go along. 

"Honey?" I find myself asking. 

"Yes dear?" 

"I love you" I confessed. 

You give me a heart warming smile, "I love you too"

Perfume - Chapter 38 *FINALE*

I can't believe I actually reached the end of my story. I know I haven't been a good blogger but I was caught up in life, and well a love story that I might write about later on. I'm sorry for ever saying I was gonna post when I didn't, there was always something that got in the way please forgive me. I wouldn't have gotten to this point without you guys. YOU are amazing. YOU are beautiful. YOU are my lovely readers and I thank god for having amazing readers like you. Writing this blog has made me stronger in ways you can never imagine. I met so many beautiful people that have such amazing personalities, and I made new friends that I hope I will stay in touch with. I love you all my beautiful readers wether your a silent one or not. Thank you guys..

This post goes out to all you beautiful people <3..

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Previously: 

"Thank you Dr." I said before I left the place.


And depression hits me once again...

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For anyone of you to know what happened I have to take you back 7 weeks ago.. 

-7 weeks ago- 

"Mama can I go to the mall with Salma and Sara?" I asked. 

"Okay, but when are you coming back? And which driver will you take?" 

"I'll be back by 10 enshalla, I'm going with Rajo. I'll pick them up from Salma's house" 

"Bl salama 7abeebty" 

"Allah ysalmek" I replied as I kissed her forehead and headed to the car. 

"Rajo may you please go to Salma's house?" I asked. 

"Yes Shosho" he replied. 

I felt lights flashing from the back of my head so I turned my head and saw a guy wearing a cap, in his car giving me a flirtatious look. I simply ignored him. The guy in the car continued to follow and tried to grab my attention, one car turned into two and two turned into three. Suddenly Rajo, Mary and I were surrounded by three cars that were obviously cap guy's friends. He kept on asking me for my number.

Rajo was obviously annoyed, he was always protective of me because he'd been my driver since I was three. Rajo tried to manoeuvre left and right but he couldn't because of the cars. Rajo was nervous and it showed.

Oh god, oh god! 
What have I gotten myself into?? 
Why isn't he leaving me alone? (First chapter) 

Suddenly the car in front of us (filled with guys) stopped without a warning. Rajo couldn't stop the car so we crashed onto them. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt so I flew out of my chair as the car flipped into a million flips.

Pain. It was the only word that kept on running through my head. I felt pain. I was hurt and I couldn't even open my eyes to examine my cuts, my whole body wouldn't move. Every inch of my being screamed pain. My heartbeats were accelerating by the mili second, and my breathing became rapid. I heard the sound of blaring sirens and tried to scream 'help!' but the only words that left my mouth were incoherent mumbles. I remembered Rajo and Mary and tried to ask them how they were but my voice failed me, my whole body failed me, and just as another stab of agonising pain jolt through me.. I passed out.

-4 weeks later-

I open my eyes to find myself on a white bed, that's not mine I thought. I take a look around the room to see white, all white, everything. Weird, it looks like a hospital room, only where's the patient? Wait a minute, I'm on a white bed. Am I the patient? What happened? Why is my body filled with body casts and cuts?

The memories came back, cap guy, his friends, the chase, the accident, Salman, Where is Salman? Why isn't he here? Where is my fiancé? I need him. My heart ached which resulted in my whole body aching. Tears rolled down my cheek and my heart beat rapidly. The EKG began beeping because of my increased heartbeats. A few nurses walked in and injected me with morphine. I passed out..

I open my eyes again to find my family; Mama, Baba, and Bandar. "Where's Salman?" I whisper. They all rush to me hugging me, kissing me, and reciting words of 8ur2an.

"El 7amdila 3al slamah 7abeebty" My parents said.

"Shosho eshtgt lk! I missed you! Don't ever do that to me again" Bandar said.

"Where's Salman?" I asked.

"Shahad yuma meen Salman?" My mom asked shocked.

I stared at her with awe, "Yuma yubaa wain Salman??! Wainaa? Wain 5a6eeby?!" I began yelling.

"Shahad enty mu ma56ooba!" Bandar replied.

"Ella ella! Salman 5a6eeby! jeeboly Salman! Aby Salman! Please la tfargouna walla a7iba!" I began crying, my heartbeats increased and I passed out once again...

I open my eyes to find my mom in the corner crying while my father's embracing her. Bandar stood next to a guy who was wearing a white trench coat; that must be my doctor.

"Shahad ana el diktoor Sami AlX w ana diktoork fee hathy el fatra. Momkn tgouleenly aish yz3jk?" Dr. Sami asked.

"Rejly t3werny, w ma7ad ra'6y ygoully wain Salman" I cried.

"SALMAN MO 7AGEEGY" Bandar exploded.

"Bandar!" Dr. Sami yelled, "Lw sm7t ma nby ay mashakl"

"Shahad meen Salman?"

"Salman 5a6eeby" I replied.

"Aha" he replied with a troubled expression, "Momkn tetklmainly 3n 3ela8tk m3ah w 3n nafsk?"

"Esmy Shahad AlX, Adres b AlX School. 3omry 17 w I'm a senior, ta5arojy is next week w Salman 56abny youm kina bl shalaih..." and I continued starting from the beginning 'till the end. Everyone had a bewildered expression on their face which was weird. "W bss" I ended the story.

My mom began sobbing all over again, and baba had to calm her down. The doctor asked them to follow him outside the room. Why doesn't he want to talk to me? What's wrong with me? What the hell is going on?

They entered the room with gloomy expressions. Tears stained their cheeks, they looked broken. Dr. Sami began talking, "Shahad while you were in the coma, your mind wandered off, thinking about the life you always thought to be perfect. Your subconscious made up Salman; your perfect guy. You said you were 17, well you aren't; you're 16 and you're still not a senior. You're in grade 11. Laith is real; he's Sara's brother, but nothing ever happened between you guys. 5alid, Fahad, and Sa3ad are also real; but you've lost touch with them a few years back, they're still Bandar's best friends. Salma is your cousin and best friend along with Sara. The story you told us was just make believe, a dream, a figment of your imagination; it's not real."

"I don't believe you" I spoke harshly, "Salman's real"

"Shahad it happens, I had a couple of these cases; people waking up from a coma talking about a life they've never lived" Dr. Sami replied.

"NO! SALMAN IS REAL! I LOVE HIM" I cried my eyes out.

Bandar ran to hug me, "Shh.. shh.. We'll get through this."

I stayed in Bandar's embrace for the rest of the day, sobbing, thinking about the perfect life I've never had. Eventually I fell asleep.

My eyes open to see a Starbucks cup. Bandar walks in, "You better drink that fast, I had to smuggle it in"

I smile and take a sip of my drink. How is he not real? I felt him. I hugged him. I was in his arms. Why is the love of my life not real? Why can't I live a normal life? I need Salman. I need him. I need my lover.

"Shahad" Bandar's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Hmm?" 

"I know you're going through a tough situation, I was going through one myself when you were in a coma. I thought I'd never hear your voice again. My point is; I know what it feels like to hurt, to feel pain, to think that you'll never see the person you love most again. But that shouldn't stop you, don't get depressed because your dream didn't come true. Work for your dream and believe that in time, it will come true. Don't go looking for your 'Salman', wait for him to come to you. And I know it sounds cheesy, but you'll know him when you see him. His name might not be Salman or he won't look like the Salman in your dreams, but he'll make you happy and he'll love you, who wouldn't? All I'm trying to say is stay strong, have hope, and be patient." He said.

His words moved something in me. He made me realise that life is too short to drown in pain and sorrow. We have to embrace life and be strong. No matter what we go through, we have to be ourselves and march through life with strength. He made me believe that there is a Salman out there for me. Bandar made me believe that I'll find my true love. 

I hugged him, smelling his perfume, and cried saying, "Allah la y7rmny mnk" 

He replied, "Life is a crazy ride; they'll be some ups and downs but in the end they're worth it." 

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Perfume - Chapter 37 *Pre-finale*

"Enty 7yaty kilha" he whispered into my ears just before I drifted off into sleep... 

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I never believed in love, never believed in my knight in shining armour never cared about the concept of boys. Just the fact that one person can change your thoughts and fall head over heels is beyond me. I trusted that person so much that I believed everything he ever told me, little did I know that it was just a lie. My mind wanted to believe him so bad, my heart did too. So I trusted him and believed everything he ever told me. 

He's gone now, he's never coming back. They're all gone, they all left me here alone. I will never see that beautiful smile again or those deep eyes. I'll miss the way he crinkles his nose whenever we talk about something as disgusting as old unwashed socks, I'll miss the way his whole face lights up whenever we talk about starting a family, he'd look like a 5 year old who was given 50 riyals on Eid. I'll miss the innocence in his face. 

He's gone. This is how it's all supposed to be. The thought of him still makes me smile, but then I remember that he's not here anymore and immediately the tears start streaming down my face. In mere days he became my everything. He showed me what real love is. He showed me how to trust and believe in things I never believed in. I fell for him, hard. It was like jumping into the sea; you'll feel cold as soon as your body hits the water, that's the beginning when you don't know if you should trust him or not - the uneasiness, but after swimming for a few minutes you start to enjoy it, enjoy your relationship and find deep pleasure in it. All that is gone now, he's not coming back. 


"C'mon sweetie" my mother called me. 

I glanced at the garden behind the window and wished I'd see him again. I left the room that has been my home for 7 weeks and walked out. 

"Thank you Dr." I said before I left the place. 


And depression hits me once again...

Perfume - Chapter 36

I excused myself to go to bed and ran up the stairs eagerly to see what my 'surprise' is.

The surprise wasn't a what.

It was a who..

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"Laith?! Aish ga3d tswy hina?" I asked him. 

His hand was under my pillow and he was holding a blue velvet box in his hands. "Uhh Shahad, umm madry" he stuttered. 

"Laish yadk t7t ma5adty?" I asked.

"Bs?" he replied. 

I headed his way and removed the pillow to find pickles.. of all the things, PICKLES! Was that Salman's surprise? What the hell is going on?! 

"Mn wain lk el blue box elly b ydk?" I asked. 

"Uhm ana sharaita" he said nervously.

"LA TKATHEB!!" I yelled. 

"Ushh fashalteena! Eskty la ygoum Bandar al7een" he whispered. 

"Where did you get the box?" 

"Wala makan 5ala9! Eskty!!" 

"Ana elly 7a6ait el box, hadya mn Salman" I turned around to find 5alid.

"5alid aish el salfa?" I asked. 

"Salman gal ly a76 hatha el box ta7t m5adtk w ba3dain shft Laith yd5el w ybadel el box b pickles fa glt asket w atfaham ma3ah bs dam enk jeety 5oothy el box mina" 5alid explained. 

"What? Hathy el hadya? Laith 3a6ny el box!" 

"LA! Ma abeek ta5theenha!" he replied. 

"Laith! GIVE ME MY BOX!!" 

"LAA!!"

"Wsh el salfa?" both Fahad and Salman entered. Salman saw the box in Laith's hand and immediately pushed him to the wall. "La t5areb 3alaina youmna! 3a6ny el 3elba" 

"LA MABY!!" 

The rest of the gang showed up from the racket we were making. Great, now everyone knows that Salman bought me something. Ma teswa 3alay :) 

"LAITH 5ALA9 36 EL BOX L SALMAN W 5AL NFRA7!" Bandar yelled. Wait, did he say 'nefra7'? Why?

"Fine. Shahad bagoulk shay.." Laith said while handing Salman the blue velvet square shaped box. 

"Aish?" I was curious, what more does he want to say? 

"Ana lissa a7bk" he confessed while everyone gasped in horror. Salman was angry as hell, the word furious would even describe how I felt. I was enraged, how dare he? After all that has happened, he still won't give up?

"E6la3 barra" I replied. 

"Wisho?" 

"E6LA3 BARRA! GLEEL EL ADAB! MA ABEEK MA TFHAAM??" I exploded, everyone was shocked from my behaviour. 

Laith went out with a broken expression on his face, and Salman pulled me to his chest. "It's okay baby, everything's going to be okay" he whispered those words that did wonders. Just one word from him would make me feel better. He's amazing. 

"What just happened?" Salma asked. 

"Apparently, my a*s of a brother won't leave Shahad alone even though the broke up months ago" Sara replied. 

"Shabab-" Salman began but Salma cut him off. 

"w banat" 

He shot her a glare and continued, "Shabab w BANAT" looks at Salma, "3ndy lkm 5abar" he smiled and looked at Bandar who looks excited. What's going on? 

"Shahoody" Salman said. 

"Halla?" I looked at him to find him kneeling on one knee. 

"A7bk w abeek t9eereen om 3yaly. Be mine?" he proposed opening the box that showed a Cartier 1895 platinum solitaire that has little diamonds engulfed around the ring. 

"Huh?" speechless would be the word to use for this situation. 

"A7BK! Marry me!" he repeated. 

I stood there dumbfounded. 

"What do you say?" 

I remembered all the nights we hung out together, and how he never made a tear run down my face. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh. He always treated me like a princesses, was he my knight in shining armour? I didn't even realise how much I depended on him. I love him. 

I snapped out of my whole day dream to find the room empty, he wasn't there. I could've sworn he was kneeling on one knee a minute ago. I ran downstairs to see everyone in a gloomy state. 

"Aish 9ayer?" I asked. 

"Kaif terf'6eena? Tedreen ena ra7 3nd mama w baba b London 3ashan y6leb ydk? w lamma ygoulk 'tetzwjainy' ma trdeen.. mskeen el walad 3ad el so2al 5 marat w enty 9af6ita" Bandar said. 

"AISH?? WAINA??" I asked. 

"Laish 3ashan tjr7een galba zyada?" 

"BANDAR WAIN SALMAN ANA MU FA'6YA LK" I yelled. 

"Mwafga?" he asked in awe. 

"W fe a7ad ygdar ygoul L Salman la2?" I smiled. 

"Bser3a el7gy 3alaih ra7 el shalaih gal byrja3 3end ahla" he warned. 

I ran out of the chalet doors heading to Salman's chalet. I went inside his car was there but he wasn't. I looked upstairs and downstairs and yet I didn't find him. I felt like my world was crashing in around me, I couldn't handle the thought of leaving him disappointed. 

I ran to the sea to calm my nerves. I saw a hooded figure there, the whole posture of this guy screamed 'depressed', I ran over to him "SALMAN" 

He turned around and looked at me with the most heartbreaking face ever, "SALMAN A7BK MABY '3AIRK" I yelled running over to him.

His face lit up immediately and pulled me to his chest, "A7bk, a7bk, a7bk, a7bk" he kept repeating that and kissing my forehead continuously. He put the ring on my finger and looked at me with a smile. 

"Enty 7yaty kilha" he whispered into my ears just before I drifted off into sleep... 

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Perfume - Chapter 35

"Kiss me"

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"Wha-at?" My whole face went pale and it became harder for me to breath. How could he ask that? Is it some sick twisted game he's playing? I mean he's the one who left me and now he wants me to freakin' kiss him? Sicko.

"Kiss me" he repeated himself. Everyone was quiet, they were all shocked, tongue-tied even.

"La"

"Wsh da3wa! Bas abeek tboosen yady! Ma gelt lek boosy famy" he stated.

Everyone sighed in relief, I guess they were holding their breath as well.

"Okay." He held his hand out and I kissed it but soon ran to the toilet and puked. The thought of me being close to him disgusted me so much that it caused me to be sick physically. After Salman came in the picture I realised that Laith and Sa3ad are jerks that never took our relationship seriously. On the other hand, Salman is sweet, respectful, and a complete gentleman.


"Shahad feek shay 7abeebtie?" Bandar peeked from the outside door.

"La bs ta3bana shwy" I replied.

"Estafra'3ty?"

"Eee"

"Shahad aish rayek awadeek el mstashfa? Mu mn 3waydek faj2a tzw3een" he asked.

"La maby arou7 akeed mn el barbecue" I said.

"Bra7tek, bs etha tbeen troo7en gooly ly a awadeek okay?"

"Okay"


After the chat with Bandar I headed back to the group, they were all worried thinking that I have a virus or something, but I assured them I was fine. Laith was stealing glances at which was weird, he smiled whenever I looked him in the eye. Salman obviously noticed and gestured for me to head outside.

"Ana raye7 el 7amam" he announced.

A couple of minutes later I stood up, "Ba7e6 jwaly bl charger" and headed outside.



"Hey there stranger" I greeted him.

"Hey there beautiful" he replied.

"Laish nadaitny faj2a?" I asked.

"Madry zahagt w kan wedi ag3ed ma3ak l7alna" he replied.

"Well.. I'm here" I stated.

"Let's sit" he pulled me to the sand.

"Mta ta5arojk?" Salman asked.

"El esbou3 el jay"

"Mtwatra?"

"Marra! a5af a6ee7 lamma ynadoun esmy aw shay"

"La t5afeen you'll be fine" he assured me.

"Laish kan Laith yna'6er feek w yebtism?" Salman said out of the blue.

"Madry? Marra '3areeb hatha el sha59, marra yebtism w marra y5ez.. ygharny"

"Ma 3alaik mina Shahood. Fakry feeha b tet5arjain b3d esbou3 w b3dain btengleen New York"

"A55 a7eb New York!" I said excitedly.

"Shahooda I have a surprise for you" he suddenly said.

"What?" I was curious.

"Lamma tergain foug btelgain shay ta7t m5adtk.. that's your surprise"

"Ajal thank you mo8adaman" I hugged him.


We spent the rest of the night talking to one another, he always manages to make me smile. I don't know how he does it, he's like a miracle worker. With him, I forget my worries and my pain. He's different. He's kind, sweet, and funny. I hope this friendship lasts..

I excused myself to go to bed and ran up the stairs eagerly to see what my 'surprise' is.

The surprise wasn't a what.

It was a who..

Perfume - Chapter 34

Kel 3am w ento b 5air w 9e7a w salamah <3

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"Shokran Salman" I whispered back.

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After talking to Fahad and 5alid about the whole 'Salman' situation they apologised and invited Salman over for a barbecue. It took Salman a little begging and a 'pwetty pweeees' with my famous puppy eyes to finally say yes.

Salman headed back to his chalet, and we sat in the living room watching TV chatting the night away. A few hours later we all got tired so we headed to our rooms.




-Next Morning-


I woke up, did the essentials, then went to have breakfast. Laith and Sa3ad were both having breakfast, they shot me dirty looks as soon as they saw me. I don't even care anymore, they're such babies.. ugh. We all headed to the living room and hung out.

5alid and Fahad told everyone about the barbecue, we all thought it was a great idea. I smiled to myself as I remembered that Salman was coming. The guys went to get the supplies for the barbecue, while the girls and I went back to our room to get ready.



"So.. Shahad" Salma began.

"Yeah?"

"We saw you smiling to yourself when the guys mentioned the barbecue.. What's going on?" Sara continued.

"Uhh.. I wasn't smiling" I lied.

"TELL US" they both yelled.

"Well, Salman's coming"

"WHAT?" Sara yelled.

"HOW?" Salma shouted.

"Shh.. quiet down. I don't want the guys to know about this"


The three of us sat on my bed and I started telling them about how I sneaked out and 5alid caught me, what Fahad said, when Salman showed up, and how we started the barbecue idea. Basically I told them everything.



The girls were so excited to finally meet "prince charming", yes they believe he's my prince charming. They raided my closet to find 'the one' outfit that would make me look hot. I think dressing up for a guys just plain stupid. If a guy doesn't like me the way I am I shouldn't change for him. But Salman and I are JUST friends, there's nothing lovey dovey going on in our friendship.


"Wear this dress it will make you look HOT" Salma exaggerated.

"OMG! THAT IS SO YOU!" Sara added.


I tried on the white dress and it fit me perfectly, the girls curled my hair and added a bit of blusher, mascara, and lipstick. I looked cute, the white dress stood out due to my new tan.



We headed downstairs and walked to the beach to find the guys already there. As soon as I approached them I felt 3 pairs of eyes on me; Salman, Laith, and Sa3ad. A wide smile was plastered on my face as I looked into Salman's lovely eyes. I ran up to him screaming "SALMAN" he spread out his arms and pulled me to his chest.

"Mn mta w ento t3rfoun b3'6?" Bandar asked, that question was probably on every guy's mind.

"Uh.. Kna lamma nrou7 ngabl Salman bl shalaih el fajer nwady Shahad m3ana" Fahad saved us.

I mouthed him a thank you and he winked in return which both Sa3ad and Lath saw.



The guys started up the barbecue machine and wouldn't let us come near it claiming it was "guy's work". The girls and I sat on the chairs and chatted until it was time for dinner. Salman handed me a plate with a beef burger, french fries, and a hotdog sandwich.

Sara, Salma, Salman, Fahad, 5alid, Bandar, and I were having the time of our life. While Laith and Sa3ad just glared at Salman and I. We decided to play truth or dare after hours of nonstop talking.



The bottle was spun a million times, but when it landed on Salma and 5alid the game became more interesting,

5alid asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Hmm.. Who is your crush?"

Salma turned crimson as she looked at Bandar who was blushing as well. Is something going on between them? "Uh.. No one"

"I'll let this one slide" 5alid laughed.


The bottle was spun once again and it landed on Laith  and I,

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Dare" I challenged.

"Kiss me"

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