MARATHON TIMEEE:D but It will continue tomorrow, as there are a bunch of screaming kids at my shaleih right now:) It's going to take me about an hour and a half for every post, so stay tuned:p
And also, i'm going to start breaking the paragraphs into smaller parts, because I think it'll be easier to read. So tell me if you like the way this chapter was typed, or how it was before.
Comment on this post if you want a dedication in the upcoming chapters after the marathon!
enjoy x
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I tore my eyes away from my screen and looked up at Yousef, who was quickly making his way upstairs.
He turned back to me and gave me a serious look, ushering me to follow him.
I looked around at everyone. Turki and Omar were bickering about Team Kato versus Team Peeta, while Ali and Lulu were sitting in the room next to us, chatting. Everyone else was passed out from exhaustion.
I quietly stood up, sliding my shoes on, and sneaked upstairs.
I found him sitting in the open living room, his arm nervously clutching the side of the couch. He saw me walking up the stairs, and quickly stood up, his cheeks a light shade of red. I walked over to him, and quietly sat down. This was too awkward.
''So?'' I said, fumbling with my hands. ''Well, Sara, I wanted to know where we, um, go from here? I guess.'' He said. I laughed and gave him a reassuring look. ''Yousef, I'm honestly not sure where we should go from here. But, as long as we both have feelings for each other, what else matters?''
''Wow, that was really cheesy.'' I joked, and we both cracked a smile. ''Maybe we should just stay like this? I don't want to be that guy that makes you lie to anyone, or makes you feel like you're doing something wrong.'' He sighed.
''Lets just stay best friends that happen to both like each other?'' I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere, thick with tension. We both agreed.
I looked down at my phone, hoping that Fahad would call. I checked the time. 12:45 am. Where was he?
Yousef could tell something was wrong. ''Sara? Whats wrong?'' He said, coming to sit down next to me. ''Nothing, just waiting for Fahad to call, he left the party with Dana, Deema, Abdullah, and Faisal, to 'get Pinkberry' and he hasn't said he was home or anything.'' I said while biting my lip out of nervousness.
''Don't worry, I'm sure he's just fine.'' He said, automatically putting my nerves to ease. I sighed, resting my head on the end of the huge couch.
I suddenly an extreme need for sleep wash over me, forcing my eyes closed. I fought it, sitting up. I had to wait for Fahad to call. The thoughts rushing through my head where horrible. I tried my best to block them out, and laid my head on Yousef's shoulder, inhaling his scent.
My eyes drooped, begging to be closed. I sighed and gave up, letting my eyelids fall. I felt a soft pair of lips press against my forehead.
''A7ibich''.
I woke up the next morning, my head still on Yousef's shoulder. I yawned and looked up at Yousef, who was fast asleep. I quietly got up, my feet quickly sliding on the marble floors. I remembered Fahad, and nervously looked at my phone. 0 miss calls, 0 text messages.
I was never this nervous. But, then again, I have never been left by my brother at a party with his friends, then wake up to find no contact from him whats-so-ever. I furiously pressed the call button, waiting for him to pick up.
No answer.
Something was up.
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And also, i'm going to start breaking the paragraphs into smaller parts, because I think it'll be easier to read. So tell me if you like the way this chapter was typed, or how it was before.
Comment on this post if you want a dedication in the upcoming chapters after the marathon!
enjoy x
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I tore my eyes away from my screen and looked up at Yousef, who was quickly making his way upstairs.
He turned back to me and gave me a serious look, ushering me to follow him.
I looked around at everyone. Turki and Omar were bickering about Team Kato versus Team Peeta, while Ali and Lulu were sitting in the room next to us, chatting. Everyone else was passed out from exhaustion.
I quietly stood up, sliding my shoes on, and sneaked upstairs.
I found him sitting in the open living room, his arm nervously clutching the side of the couch. He saw me walking up the stairs, and quickly stood up, his cheeks a light shade of red. I walked over to him, and quietly sat down. This was too awkward.
''So?'' I said, fumbling with my hands. ''Well, Sara, I wanted to know where we, um, go from here? I guess.'' He said. I laughed and gave him a reassuring look. ''Yousef, I'm honestly not sure where we should go from here. But, as long as we both have feelings for each other, what else matters?''
''Wow, that was really cheesy.'' I joked, and we both cracked a smile. ''Maybe we should just stay like this? I don't want to be that guy that makes you lie to anyone, or makes you feel like you're doing something wrong.'' He sighed.
''Lets just stay best friends that happen to both like each other?'' I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere, thick with tension. We both agreed.
I looked down at my phone, hoping that Fahad would call. I checked the time. 12:45 am. Where was he?
Yousef could tell something was wrong. ''Sara? Whats wrong?'' He said, coming to sit down next to me. ''Nothing, just waiting for Fahad to call, he left the party with Dana, Deema, Abdullah, and Faisal, to 'get Pinkberry' and he hasn't said he was home or anything.'' I said while biting my lip out of nervousness.
''Don't worry, I'm sure he's just fine.'' He said, automatically putting my nerves to ease. I sighed, resting my head on the end of the huge couch.
I suddenly an extreme need for sleep wash over me, forcing my eyes closed. I fought it, sitting up. I had to wait for Fahad to call. The thoughts rushing through my head where horrible. I tried my best to block them out, and laid my head on Yousef's shoulder, inhaling his scent.
My eyes drooped, begging to be closed. I sighed and gave up, letting my eyelids fall. I felt a soft pair of lips press against my forehead.
''A7ibich''.
I woke up the next morning, my head still on Yousef's shoulder. I yawned and looked up at Yousef, who was fast asleep. I quietly got up, my feet quickly sliding on the marble floors. I remembered Fahad, and nervously looked at my phone. 0 miss calls, 0 text messages.
I was never this nervous. But, then again, I have never been left by my brother at a party with his friends, then wake up to find no contact from him whats-so-ever. I furiously pressed the call button, waiting for him to pick up.
No answer.
Something was up.
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