𝐻𝐸𝑅 // 𝐵𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝐸𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑆𝐻 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

HER : 3

emery

"emery rohi shofi akhoki fe srero yseh! ana mo mtfayga arohla, khlani saharana tool el layl." mom yelled from the living room, speaking arabic with her very heavy spanish accent.

"okay rayha." i replied as i walked out of my room and into zaid's room. he was standing on his feet, in his crib, griping onto the wooden bars, jumping up and down crying his eyes out. "i'm here now, sorry we kept you waiting here for so long on your own." i picked him up, talking to him with my baby voice. he's only one and a half years old, so i used to be the only child for quite some time before he came along. i don't envy him for the attention he gets from my mom and step dad, i love him with all my heart.

sometimes i feel like i am also raising him as well, like a third parent to him. i don't know maybe i'm just giving myself too much credit and not giving my parents enough credit for what they do. after all they are the ones that buy everything and put a roof over our heads.

"llévalo a tu habitación, no quiero lidiar con él poniéndose de mal humor cuando ella ve mi cara." mom said as she walked though the hall
and into her own room.

i sighed and checked if he needed a diaper change, changed him, grabbed his box of toys and went back to my room. everything here is pretty much baby proofed at this point, it's easier for me not to worry about him crawling everywhere and getting to my stuff and hurting himself in some corners.

meave promised she was going to be here soon, that's the only thing keeping me in a good mood right now. i feel like i'm so very alone in this life, i feel like i have no one there for me except for meave.

i met her in home room a little over a year ago. she was the extrovert that adopted the introvert, in this case it was me. now i'm attached and she chooses to hang around too. other than her, i don't think i have other real friends. i don't know, maybe i don't need them, but it sure looks nice to have multiple people who care about you and have fun in school with you.

"ya emery! gomi shofi meen aal bab, mish heya meave?" my step dad yelled from the living room where he was watching a movie, as usual. he doesn't like me calling him my step dad, says it's been long enough that i should feel like he's my real dad, but he doesn't act like one that cares for me. therefore he remains my step dad.

i grabbed zaid, sat him on my waist and we went on a journey to the front door. it was meave, i opened the door and her face lit up immediately. "hi zaid! i missed you!" she took him from my hands and we both started walking back to my room, closing the door behind us.

"okay hear me out, remember hudson the guy from maths you talked to like a week ago?" meave started.

"mhm, what about him?" i asked.

"okay. he likes you and he wants to ask you out but he told me before coming to you, cause he didn't want you to be totally shocked and weirded." she revealed. i started hugging my knees tighter and tighter.

"i don't know."

"no no this is good, he's one of the sweet guys. he is actually genuinely sweet, he isn't a jock or some shit and he noticed you, he likes you. you gotta give him a chance at least." meave expressed.

"but i don't know? i feel like it would be awkward cause i don't talk a lot around new people and i get all shy. you sure this is a good idea?" i raised both brows.

"i'll be under cover with you the whole time, if that'll make you feel better." meave suggested.

"yes please." i nodded profusely.

"then i'll casually let him know that you're down for a date." she smiled.

"you know, now that i think about it. he is kinda cute right? and he is nice." i ran to zaid who was banging on the side of my dresser, i quickly moved him to some other place, my parents don't like that.