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-LAYAN-
he was shirtless.
he had a six pack
he was tall,
and he was looking at me
he looked so sleepy, there are bags under his eyes and i realized i must have woken him up
"you were asleep and i woke u up, im sorry" i said in a rushed freaked out voice.
he rubbed his eyes...he looked soo..well cute and faisal dont match up but at that moment he was adorable.
"la la layan, 3adi, a9lan im a light sleeper." he said. in his groggy voice.
"come in" he said and opened the door wider, he dissapeared to his closet.
i looked around at his room.
it smelled like him.
he came out with a white a and f shirt on.
i didnt know where to sit. the only armchair there was had a helmet on it and a tshirt.
and there was no way i was sitting on his bed. i would blush like crazy if i did,
my face turned red
so i stayed standing up.
he took a look at me and squinted through his sleep.
"shaklich 7ar" he said and put his hand on my head.
did he just try and check my temperature?
am i dreaming?
the faisal i know wouldnt give a crap
bas.still...Ashwa he didnt think i was blushing
"la, bas shway,...... tfathilay" he said and pointed at the edge of his bed.
he sat in the armchair near my point on the edge of the bed.
he bent and leaned his arms 3ala his legs and fisted his hands and put them under his chin.
he looked wide awake now. but he had large circles under his eyes.
"is something wrong?" he said.
i remembered inna he was asking about why i was here in three in the morning not cuz i was staring shamelessy at his face.
"im sorry about what i said. im sorry i said it. i was just...." i wished faisal would jump in and say something but he looked at me
"i know you meant what you said, and theres nothing i can do about that. theres nothing you can do about it either. its said and done" he said. in a matter of fact way.
istayed there and looked at him
"la2, inta mo fahimny. i never took it back. but being with my mom doesnt necessarily mean its a bad thing-" i started to say
but this time faisal cut me off
with a lazy sleepy smirk
"itchathbeen 3ala minu." he said
then his face turned serious and faisal looked completely awake.
even more alert than i am
" layan why are you apoligizing you hate me" he said it matter of fact.
i was shocked bas more dissapointed.
i put my face in my hands
i sighed
"i dont hate you" i said and looked at him.
he smiled...in a sarcastic way. i put a finger up.
"your the only family i have left" i said in a sad voice.
his smile broke in half, he had that pained expression.
Then he covered it with a straight face and angry eyes
"layan by saying that did you think id cry and hug you and wed sing its a small world after all together?wake up, this isnt the movies, toughen up, take it like a man. when i make fun of you, u reply.....dont look at me like that" he said and gestured at my face. he looked a little mad.
i was shocked.
faisal never fails to shock me.
"i deserved that, i had it coming, maybe now i can finally sleep" i said. and stood up.
i turned and walked to the door.
"la7tha u didnt sleep because you felt guilty about what you said to me?" he asked
he sounded shocked and mAd
i turned and saw his eyes wide
"layan min9ijich??" he said "you hate your mom that much?" he said. i left him.
i walked to the kitchen. and took out chicken wings that were leftover.
"you really werent kidding about the chicken wings were you?" he said from behind me in a calm unsurprised voice.
i shouldve known he would follow me
"faisal u said what you had to say, you can go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow" i said.
he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed,
"layan, ana igdar asawi illy abi, plus you have school tomorrow too" he said. and smirked
ok
i heated the chicken wings and then i stared at them.
faisal looked at me and i looked back at him
"want one?" i asked.
this time he smiled a small smile, but it was a real one.
i smiled back.
"ok" he said and sat next to me.
he took one and put it on a plate but he didnt touch it.
"now are you going to tell me the real reason that you were awake?"
and i looked at him
"my mom left when i was 8, she got married and god knows were she went, my dad stayed here by himself and raised me, she came back when i was 12. she left her husband and came back to my dad. she changed completely. she used to love me she used to care if i got an F in my report card in arabic "i said.
faisal just sat there patiently and waited for me to finish
"during those four years she was gone, i have anger management issues, i couldnt control my impulses. everytime i felt sad it turned into anger and i transformed into a whole nother person, i got a hang on that when i was 11 and excepted the fact that she was never coming back. and then she turned up, and i lost it. my dad didnt leave me until i could control myself, afterwards he went on business trips and other stuff. your dad 3amo sa3ad always took me out in those four years and we got closer and closer even afterwards, he used to take me out for icecream and we used to talk about cars and stuff." i said.
faisal looked at me and made no effort to move,
i stopped talking and looked at my empty plate.
"you know layan,i had a friend who has problems with his dad that are worse than the ones you have with your mom, do you know what happened to him? his dad did exactly what your mom did, but my friend couldnt cope when his dad came back, he went crazy, but he fixed it, and he found out that life is too short for this..for drowning in his misery" faisal said.
then faisal looked at me and handed me his wing,
i smiled sheepishly and took it.
"you just need to move on and not make a big deal out of it. dont care" he said
"its easy for you to say" i said
he grimaced.
"oh i care, layan, way more than i should, i just keep it hidden, you should try doing the same. " he said,
i nodded
"why do you hide your feelings faisal?"i asked
he looked on edge
"because, there not important, showing your feelings gets you no where" he said.
"no but showing your feelings is a wonderful thing!!" i said
"you mean like how the nerd showed his feelings for you??? by terrorizing you and stalking you and forcing you to love him too?! no, whats the point?" he said. in a brisk manner
"not like him, hes a psycho path and you know it. no i mean like for instance you were mad at me, i would like it if you told me, layan, your bothering me" i said as an example.
"ok then, layan your annoying me, hows that" he said,
i realized that we were back to our usual selves.
normally i would get mad or walk away, or just shoot back another reply
but not this time........
we paused and something changed as i smiled at his insult and looked into his eyes.
"its a start " i said in a low voice.
he cleared his throat looking a little uncomfortable.
"you should go back to sleep" he said.
"ya i should"
bas both of us stayed still
i looked deeper into his eyes.
and i smiled for no reason.
"thank you for making me feel better " i said.
but only my mouth moved.
"its not a problem" he said in a monotoned voice and his eyes were still staring into mines,
"im glad your here faisal" i said in a low voice without smiling.
i stood up realizing that that just came out of my mouth and i rushed out with muttering a single goodnight.
i went to my room.
and i shivered, because i still felt the weight of faisals eyes on my back following me out the kitchen.
-LAYAN-
he was shirtless.
he had a six pack
he was tall,
and he was looking at me
he looked so sleepy, there are bags under his eyes and i realized i must have woken him up
"you were asleep and i woke u up, im sorry" i said in a rushed freaked out voice.
he rubbed his eyes...he looked soo..well cute and faisal dont match up but at that moment he was adorable.
"la la layan, 3adi, a9lan im a light sleeper." he said. in his groggy voice.
"come in" he said and opened the door wider, he dissapeared to his closet.
i looked around at his room.
it smelled like him.
he came out with a white a and f shirt on.
i didnt know where to sit. the only armchair there was had a helmet on it and a tshirt.
and there was no way i was sitting on his bed. i would blush like crazy if i did,
my face turned red
so i stayed standing up.
he took a look at me and squinted through his sleep.
"shaklich 7ar" he said and put his hand on my head.
did he just try and check my temperature?
am i dreaming?
the faisal i know wouldnt give a crap
bas.still...Ashwa he didnt think i was blushing
"la, bas shway,...... tfathilay" he said and pointed at the edge of his bed.
he sat in the armchair near my point on the edge of the bed.
he bent and leaned his arms 3ala his legs and fisted his hands and put them under his chin.
he looked wide awake now. but he had large circles under his eyes.
"is something wrong?" he said.
i remembered inna he was asking about why i was here in three in the morning not cuz i was staring shamelessy at his face.
"im sorry about what i said. im sorry i said it. i was just...." i wished faisal would jump in and say something but he looked at me
"i know you meant what you said, and theres nothing i can do about that. theres nothing you can do about it either. its said and done" he said. in a matter of fact way.
istayed there and looked at him
"la2, inta mo fahimny. i never took it back. but being with my mom doesnt necessarily mean its a bad thing-" i started to say
but this time faisal cut me off
with a lazy sleepy smirk
"itchathbeen 3ala minu." he said
then his face turned serious and faisal looked completely awake.
even more alert than i am
" layan why are you apoligizing you hate me" he said it matter of fact.
i was shocked bas more dissapointed.
i put my face in my hands
i sighed
"i dont hate you" i said and looked at him.
he smiled...in a sarcastic way. i put a finger up.
"your the only family i have left" i said in a sad voice.
his smile broke in half, he had that pained expression.
Then he covered it with a straight face and angry eyes
"layan by saying that did you think id cry and hug you and wed sing its a small world after all together?wake up, this isnt the movies, toughen up, take it like a man. when i make fun of you, u reply.....dont look at me like that" he said and gestured at my face. he looked a little mad.
i was shocked.
faisal never fails to shock me.
"i deserved that, i had it coming, maybe now i can finally sleep" i said. and stood up.
i turned and walked to the door.
"la7tha u didnt sleep because you felt guilty about what you said to me?" he asked
he sounded shocked and mAd
i turned and saw his eyes wide
"layan min9ijich??" he said "you hate your mom that much?" he said. i left him.
i walked to the kitchen. and took out chicken wings that were leftover.
"you really werent kidding about the chicken wings were you?" he said from behind me in a calm unsurprised voice.
i shouldve known he would follow me
"faisal u said what you had to say, you can go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow" i said.
he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed,
"layan, ana igdar asawi illy abi, plus you have school tomorrow too" he said. and smirked
ok
i heated the chicken wings and then i stared at them.
faisal looked at me and i looked back at him
"want one?" i asked.
this time he smiled a small smile, but it was a real one.
i smiled back.
"ok" he said and sat next to me.
he took one and put it on a plate but he didnt touch it.
"now are you going to tell me the real reason that you were awake?"
and i looked at him
"my mom left when i was 8, she got married and god knows were she went, my dad stayed here by himself and raised me, she came back when i was 12. she left her husband and came back to my dad. she changed completely. she used to love me she used to care if i got an F in my report card in arabic "i said.
faisal just sat there patiently and waited for me to finish
"during those four years she was gone, i have anger management issues, i couldnt control my impulses. everytime i felt sad it turned into anger and i transformed into a whole nother person, i got a hang on that when i was 11 and excepted the fact that she was never coming back. and then she turned up, and i lost it. my dad didnt leave me until i could control myself, afterwards he went on business trips and other stuff. your dad 3amo sa3ad always took me out in those four years and we got closer and closer even afterwards, he used to take me out for icecream and we used to talk about cars and stuff." i said.
faisal looked at me and made no effort to move,
i stopped talking and looked at my empty plate.
"you know layan,i had a friend who has problems with his dad that are worse than the ones you have with your mom, do you know what happened to him? his dad did exactly what your mom did, but my friend couldnt cope when his dad came back, he went crazy, but he fixed it, and he found out that life is too short for this..for drowning in his misery" faisal said.
then faisal looked at me and handed me his wing,
i smiled sheepishly and took it.
"you just need to move on and not make a big deal out of it. dont care" he said
"its easy for you to say" i said
he grimaced.
"oh i care, layan, way more than i should, i just keep it hidden, you should try doing the same. " he said,
i nodded
"why do you hide your feelings faisal?"i asked
he looked on edge
"because, there not important, showing your feelings gets you no where" he said.
"no but showing your feelings is a wonderful thing!!" i said
"you mean like how the nerd showed his feelings for you??? by terrorizing you and stalking you and forcing you to love him too?! no, whats the point?" he said. in a brisk manner
"not like him, hes a psycho path and you know it. no i mean like for instance you were mad at me, i would like it if you told me, layan, your bothering me" i said as an example.
"ok then, layan your annoying me, hows that" he said,
i realized that we were back to our usual selves.
normally i would get mad or walk away, or just shoot back another reply
but not this time........
we paused and something changed as i smiled at his insult and looked into his eyes.
"its a start " i said in a low voice.
he cleared his throat looking a little uncomfortable.
"you should go back to sleep" he said.
"ya i should"
bas both of us stayed still
i looked deeper into his eyes.
and i smiled for no reason.
"thank you for making me feel better " i said.
but only my mouth moved.
"its not a problem" he said in a monotoned voice and his eyes were still staring into mines,
"im glad your here faisal" i said in a low voice without smiling.
i stood up realizing that that just came out of my mouth and i rushed out with muttering a single goodnight.
i went to my room.
and i shivered, because i still felt the weight of faisals eyes on my back following me out the kitchen.
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