CHAPTER ELEVEN
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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three figures were blurred by the glass to our front door. i pulled on the handle revealing zayne and his parents. my lips formed into a smile as mr. ali stepped towards me engulfing me into a hug. he picked me up, my feet off the floor for a moment.
"you've gotten so big!" he said placing me down. he placed his hand on my shoulder and looked over behind me, "said!"
"hussian!" my dads voice exclaimed from the kitchen behind me.
he walked off behind me and i looked back a zaynes mother who smiled sweetly at me. i walked over to her opening my arms offering a hug which she graciously took, whispering to me, "you've aged beautifully, habibti. you've gotten so big!"
"thank you." i said shyly. she pulled me out, her hands on my shoulders before she smiled sweetly before walking off after my father probably to greet my mom. my eyes turned back to the door where zayne stood looked slightly detached from reality.
he stood still outside and i stepped closer towards him. his eyes darted from the porch floor to me. his eyes stared carefully as i reached for his hand. his cold hand clashed against the warmth of mine. i gently held his hand, tugging on his arm. he stepped forward into my house. his eyes on me. i pulled him to the side, not letting go of his hand as i shut the door with my free hand.
"hi." i said smiling at him. he weakly held my hand back.
"h-hey." he mumbled, stuttering cutely.
"yasmine!" my moms voice called out, my head turned towards the kitchen and i tugged on zaynes arm dragging him with me into the kitchen. i dropped his hand slightly nervous if my mom would see.
"yes, umi?" i asked scooting through zayne and i's fathers loudly joking about fox 5 bullshit or something.
"tell, aisha, about your work," she said smiling at me. "your writing."
i felt a presences behind me before my mom gasped loudly saying, "zayne? oh my! you've gotten so tall!"
i looked over my shoulder to see zaynes face slightly red, his hands in his pockets. he bit the inside of his cheek. my mom literally shoved me out of the way where she gave zayne a hug. he didnt hug her back he simply stood still looking nervous. i looked at mrs. aisha who was smiling at me.
"so you're a writer?" she questioned and i shyly nodded my head. "what kind of writing do you like to write?"
"romance." i said to myself, but lied straight through my teeth, "i like to write action. i have a proud obsession with jason bourne." she laughed and i smiled warmly at her, "that last part was indeed true, though." i defended myself.
"well i'd love to read your work." she stated winking at me.
"AH HELL NAH! " i scoffed mentally, but said, "yeah, maybe."
"ahhh aisha, you have to see this chicken i got from the jerulsum meat market!" my mom said from behind me.
she shoved me again, grabbing mrs. aishas arm and taking out out of the kitchen, downstairs, to the freezer in the basement. my dad and mr. hussian were out in the living room leaving zayne and i alone.
he was already looking at me when i turned my head to look at him. he was holding hands cutely. he gulped slowly and shifted on his feet. i stepped toward him placing my hand on his arm, i could feel his tricep through his shirt.
"do you wanna go upstairs?" i asked him.
his face went a light shade of red and he shrugged looking away from me. i stepped past him into the living room, "dad im gonna show zayne my jersey collection." he nodded giving me that " look " as if i would ever do anything like that ever, let alone with both our parents here.
i looked back into the kitchen and waved zayne to follow me. his nose twitched as he stepped into the living room area, following me upstairs. i took him down the hallway to my bedroom. he shyly stepped in and his eyes flew across the door. he inhaled slowly and flicked on the light for us. his eyes glued to the jimmy butler jersey i hand hanging on my wall. he stood still for a long moment not saying a word.
"well come in." i urged him. he snapped out of his trance and stepped more into my room, i shut the door behind us, "you can sit on my bed."
he walked over to my bed and looked at me as he slowly sat at the edge of my bed. i smiled walking over to him, sitting next to him. i leaned my head on his shoulder and reached out for his hand holding his phone. i took his phone from his hands and paused his music that was very loud, barely allowing you to hear what anyone was saying.
i sat my head up and his face flushed a little. i admired how perfect the slope of his nose was from facing directly at him. he licked his lips slowly, his gaze on my lips. my skin began to feel hot and i realized i was till holding his hand.
my hand dropped his, his phone landing on his lap. he blinked several times before looking away from me. i scooted slightly and bit my lip nervously.
"um i have a signed derrick rose jersey." i stated breaking the tension filled silence.
his brow arched impressed, "really? can i see?"
i nodded and stood up from the bed walking over to my closet, opening the doors to it. i reached up for a box on the top area of my closet and my face flushed red with embarrassment when i couldnt reach. i heard the floor boards creak from behind me, he wasnt in my peripheral vision he was standing directly behind me. i felt the warmth of his body heat against my back as he reached over my, his chest bumping against my back. he grabbed the box and hunched over holding the box in front of me, his breath tickling my ear, sending a chill down my spine.
"t-thanks." i barely managed to get out with out it sounding like a whisper.
i turned around my eyes met his chest until i slowly looked up to meet his eyes, his cheeks were about as red as mine. he stepped back instantly and his hand ran through his hair, his neck jerked quickly. he licked his lips and avoided my gaze. i walked over to my bed and placed the box on my bed. i pulled out several jerseys, including the signed derrick rose one.
his finger traced the signature carefully and a small smile on his lips as he did this. he lifted it up and looked at it stating, "if he never got injured he would have been legendary, i know it."
i stared at him in admiration for a long moment as he continued to fangirl over all the jerseys i had. "i really like him." i admitted to myself, with contentment, "i want to continue to like him. i hope he lets me in and be friends with him."
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authors note: i need some money ... THE FUCK IMA DO WITH TWO HUNNID ??
