met-a-noia

Chapter 22

Amira's POV:

Tarian parked in front of my apartment complex, kicking the kickstand to the harsh cement. "So... here we are", Tarian said with an awkward cough. Is she nervous? About the whole erection situation? How adorable. I chuckle, patting her back and hopping off, walking towards the entrance before looking over my shoulder and said, "Thanks for today, this date was fun".

"Its wasnt a date!", Tarian exclaimed, an exasperated scowl on her face. I stuck my tongue out at her and said, "Yeah yeah whatever Casanova, just head off towards the palace before the calvary comes". Tarian chuckles, shaking her head in amusement before she grabbed the helmet and threw it at me, my hands plucking the helmet out of the air. I looked at it and then back up at her, "The hell is this for?". Tarian snickered and said with a charming smile , " to remember this night by, déesse de la beauté".

I snort, quirking a brow at her and held the helmet close to my chest asking teasingly, "qui savait que tu étais si romantique, hein casanova? peut-être que votre nom devrait être: la reine Tarian, responsable des rendez-vous romantiques et du gouvernement".  Tarian slapped her palm against her forehead and growled, " I told you it wasnt a bloody date!". I waved her remark away and walked inside the complex, shouting behind my shoulder , "Well goodnight Tarian!".

I heard her engine roar before she shouted back, "Goodnight Amira".  I smiled, looking down at the helmet, feeling something in my chest warm up. What is this feeling? I havent felt this feeling in.. years. I shook the thought out of my head and made my way upstairs.

I made my way down my floor's hallway and stopped at my door. I dug my keys out of my pocket and stuck the key into the door, and twisted it unlocking the door, going inside and locking the door.

"So, my beautiful and extremely talented baby sister how was the date?", Ghalen's voice made me jump and drop the helmet that was tucked under my right arm and whirl around, I gulped seeing Rosalind and Ghalen sharing a drink on my couch.

"Hey, Mira! How was the date?"

"Oh no...".

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"So so wait, she took you the newest café and took you to the beach after asking you if you liked beaches? And then denied it being a date?", Rosalind quips, after I retold the evenrs of tonight to both of them. I watched as she gulped down her cup of wine. I nodded and sipped away at my mind, my eyes drifting to the helmet that laid on my kitchen counter.

"Okay that's obviously bullshit, werent you like touchy touchy with her at the beach? And she doesnt like being touched right other than people she trusts?", Ghalen asked with a hum, the wine in his cup sloshing around with the movements of his hand. Oh well, I never really thought about that. I mean, obviously I know she doesnt like being touched, but yeah she did let me touch her other than her angel-wing like scars on her back by her right and left shoulder blades.

"Yeah.. thats true", I said acknowledgingly before Rosalind chuckled and elbowed me in the side, "Girl, I think the Queen of bloody England fancies you". I scoff, rubbing my aching side and say blatantly , "Did you not hear me retelling the entirety of tonight? She said it wasnt a date, and she said multiple times she didn't like me". Ghalen and Rosalind looked at eachother, 'are you serious' looks tainting both of their faces before they both turn to me and yell unanimously , "WOMAN YOU ARE AS BLIND AS A FUCKING BAT AND AS MINDLESS AS A DAMN ZOMBIE".

I quirk a brow at both of them as they high fived before looking at back at me like I was an idiot. "no, im not blind or mindless thank you very much. Im just seeing the truth as it's presented to me", I claim proudly, leaning against my chair savoring the deliciousness of this wine. "Im going to beat your ass Amira, what do you not understand?! Coming from a Gay man who has an amazing gaydar... SHES GAY FOR YOUUUU!", Ghalen exclaims exasperatedly slamming his wine glass onto the ottoman.