"...So let the light guide your way...Hold every memory as you go..And every road you take will always lead home,home."
- Charlie Puth
IMRAN'S POV
" Tell him not to unlock it!" I heard her voice as I was about to hung up. I smirked and looked at the phone in my hands...
Interesting.....
I swipe the phone and Voila!! No password. Sweeeeeeet. I searched her photos. Girls are so annoying. There's this picture, wearing a pink and white pajamas and sitting on a bed...
She tilted her head left
Right
Dog face
Smilling
Frowning
Raising an eye brow
Covering her mouth
Winking....
Lord...cant she atleast change her position. Every picture had atleast 80 copies. She's a selfie addict I must say. Whoa!!!! I never knew girls still have hair like this!! She had this long, ebony, silky hair which she sprayed on top of a pillow. Nice shot!
I got bored with the pictures and then moved to her playlist. Well....we have almost the same taste when it comes to music. Good one.
" Imran!! Its Ten already and you're not even dressed up!" My dad snapped. I quickly stood up from my bed and grabbed my clothes on the sofa.
"I'll be there in a minute!" I replied pulling on a white kaftan and trousers. I placed a black cap and then slipped into my black tomberland. I wore Rolex wristwatch and sprayed myself with my fave Calvin Klein...Fahrenheit. Its a formal occassion so I need to look a bit traditional.
Abba was waiting outside beside his Highlander. He glared at me as I rushed to the drivers side. Without a word, he hopped in and I drove us to the venue.
The wedding fatiha ended a lil while later and I thought I need to get the phone back to the owner. Heading towards the entrance. I mistakenly caught someone who was about to fall. Voila!! It was Ibteesam.
" Careful!" I said bringing her up. She mouthed a ' thank you' and I passed her phone to her.
" ohh thanks! I hope you didnt go through my stuff!" She said
" Well I did before you even told Nasma to tell me so. Too late" I smirked and turned to go......
Hehehehehe.....Evil me!!
Well am not much of a people person so I went back to the car and enjoyed some music while waiting for my dad to finish whatever he was doing. And I have to come back and pick my mom again. Hell!!! I wish the Driver never left.
My phone vibrated.
"What the hell did you do to Ibteey? She's fuming with rage and there's smoke everywhere!"
It was Nasma! What an exegerration. I typed back.
"Nothing serious! Just told her I went through her stuff!"
" Are you kidding me?? The girl.is so angry. You just went through her personal stuffs....she finds them highly confidential!"
Oh God!!! Girls these days.
"Well I dont see any reason why I shouldn't. The phone was with me the whole night. And its all her fault for carelessing it!"
"It was a mistake....Gosh! Imran she's crying!"
Crying??? This girl is weird really!.
" Well console her. Tell her to stop crying because I just looked at her pictures and thats all...By the way, tell her to change positions when taking pictures and meet a therapists because seriously she's a selfie addict!"
" Imran! Shut up! You messed up! TTYL"
And there she goes againnn. Pheww! Girls are so tiring.
I remembered my Elder brother, Hisham and his GF, Zahhra. The girl gave him a tough time really. She had this Athma and whenever she gets an attack and gets addmitted in the hospital, he always rushes there and see her. Why is he even doing that when her whole family are already there taking care of her. He used to be restless till she gets better. He spends almost three hours on the phone talking to her. Gosh!!!! What the hell am I gonna tell a girl for three-eff- hours?? Tell her I love her a million times?? Hell No! I can never do that. Well....Hisham is going to Marry Zahhra soon and I hope they live happiky ever after...Ewww! I just sound like a girl.
" So...Imran! When are you resuming back to school??" Ummee asks during dinner.
" In two weeks time. New semester begins in three weeks so I need to get back and clear some things!" I replied twirling my fork around the spags
"Ohh that's good! I was deciding maybe I should come with you this time. I really wanna do some shopping and since this is your third year, I guess you'll help me out!"
I choked on my food and quickly grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down.
SHOPPING!! With Ummee?? Impossible. This means i'll walk around with her shopping trolley and shopping bags. No No No No No....
" Uh Ummee I dont think its a good idea! You can take Aysha along with you! She cam help you out! ' Sides she's a girl knows all your tastes!" I suggested
" But honey! Aysha will be in school by the time you'll be leaving and your dad will not be happy if I interrupt her studies and go with her to London just for Shopping!" She pointed out.
Nice try Ummee
"Ofcourse I wont be happy. Better make up other plans because you're naht going anywhere with Aysha while she's in school!" Abba chipped in
And thank you Abba....for making this harder than I thought.
" Imran! What do you think!??" Ummee asked
" I'll think about it later Ummee!" I said getting up and heading to my room.
My phone vibrates the moment I walk in and I looked at the screen. Who is this unknown person calling me at this moment?? I slided and answered
" Yes?" I said
" Hello Mr. Privacy Invader. I just wanted to thank you for invading my privacy...that was a good job and i'll like to pay you witha sweet prayer....MAY ZOMBIES PULL OUT YOUR EYES AND EAT THEM UP AS YOU SLEEP. Good night and sweet dreams!!!" She hung up before I could evem reply.
Whoa!!! What was .....Thaaaaaaat??
This girl is really weird asswea! I scoff and looked at my phone one once again then laughed. She's crazy!......
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Well Imran, am gonna make zombies eat up your eyes if you dont stop calling my lovely ibteey crazy....lol
Hey sophy!!!!Enjoying??? Hope so.
Love
-Miryamahhh
