Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XLIII. I Spy

Alisha's POV:

"Hi, Hardil," I said, running up to him. "Hi," he smiled, hugging me. "So, what's up?" I asked, flinging an arm around his shoulder. "Well, nothing. Life has become boring. I want some fun," he replied. I nodded.

We reached school, my arm still around his shoulder. "Look who's getting all close?" Aisha greeted, laughing. "Hi," I said hugging her. "Why are you laughing? You're close with Darshan," Hardil asked. "We're dating," Aisha replied. "Right," he smiled, hugging her. "Chalein?" She asked, pointing to the classroom. We walked in and Amaira bumped into Aisha's shoulder. Aisha hissed in pain but ignored her. "Hi, J," Aisha greeted, hugging him. All of them were glowing. Too much. "Tum log kuch zyada hi chamak rahe ho. Baat kya hai?" I teased. They looked at the respective girlfriends/boyfriends and blushed. Aisha hid her face with one palm as usual. "Wait..." Hardil asked, giving them a look. "No,/ We're 15,/ Oh, come on," Tara, Niu and Aisha said at the same time. "What?" The boys asked. "H, tu school ke bahar miliyo," Aisha mumbled. Hardil's eyes widened and he escaped.  "What?" The boys asked, again. "Nothing!!" We answered in unison, walking off, stifling a smile. "Oh, Merlin. They're talking in unison. Quit it," Siddharth said and they walked to their seats. 

After classes...

I walked to the gang and sat beside Hardil. "Yaar, shopping jaana padega," Tara whined. "Kyun?" Aisha asked. "It's December," she replied, giving her a 'Come On!' look. I smiled. Aisha nodded, biting her lip, half smiling. "What is the connection?" Hardil asked. "Dad and I celebrate Christmas in California. Every year. Sometimes, all of our families go. This year is it," Aisha grinned. "You 4 are going to California?" Darshan asked. "Yeah. We planned this trip in January," Aisha replied. "What about us?" Sid asked. "I am sorry. We have to go," Tara answered. "But, call us. Wait, jet lag," Darshan groaned. "We can still talk," I answered. "I am gonna get bored," Hardil whined. "Me too," the others said. Hardil hugged me and laid his head on my shoulder. "Let's play 'I Spy'?" Aisha asked.

Aisha's POV:

"I'll start. I spy something that starts with the letter 'C'," I said. "Uh, chocolate," Darshan replied, pointing to chocolate on the table. I shook my head. "Uh, I think I know," Niu stated, looking at me. "Crushes," she mouthed and I nodded, pouting to control my laughter. She said it out loud and everyone looked at Alisha and Hardil. "What?" Hardil asked. We tilted our heads giving him a 'Seriously' look. "Okay, maybe I have a crush on him/her," they confessed out loud. We bit our lips. Alisha covered her face. "Okay, finally. Everyone in this gang is dating," Darshan laughed. "Right?" I asked. They nodded. I walked up to them and hugged them from the back. Kissing both of them on the head, I walked back.

"Hi!!" A voice chirped from behind. Amaira. "What?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to hang with the gang," she said, pushing me away and sitting beside Darshan. "Hi, Darsh," she piped. He looked at me, mouthing, "Save me," and shaking his head. "Get away from him," I said, coolly. "Nope," she said, simply. "Now," I snarled. "What are you gonna do about it?" She smirked. "Well, you don't wanna know," Alisha chimed in. "Why not?" She asked. I chuckled, the others joined in and we started laughing at her. "Well, anything can happen. Broken ankle, leg, concussion, anything," Jyugal chimed in. "Oh, if only talking to her results in a concussion, what does this result in?" She asked, pulling Darshan by the shirt and kissing him, hard. 

A/N: I am definitely jobless. *shrugs* And, I love cliffhangers. Anyway, the important thing is this story's gonna finish soon. Around 12 more chapters. 😢😢