I Know You

The Meet Up

Its a Saturday morning when Trey knocks on my door. "Who is it?" I ask. "It's me" Trey says. "Hamzah asks if today is a good day to do your project." I groan not knowing if he's going to torture me. "Fine, today is fine."

The doorbell rings and Trey opens the door. "Hey Hamzah what's up?" "Nothing much man." I go out of my room and stand on the top stair. Hamzah sees me and waves. I smile awkwardly and wave.

Ever since the office incident I've seen Hamzah differently. But that doesn't make up for all the stuff he's done to me before.

I go down the staircase and meet Hamzah. "Hi" I say. "Hi Evan" he says. God I knew it was a mistake changing my perspective on him, he's still the same.

I look at him blankly and he says "oh I forgot" he pierced his lips together and looked around the living room, avoiding eye contact.

We sit on the couch and he says "so what're we supposed to do?" Ugh he was so forgetful.
"We're supposed to make a collage and portrait of your partner." "Ohh okay" he says dryly.

To fill the silence I said "my mom keeps old magazines in the basement, come with me to find them." "Okay" he says. We go up the ladder and turn on the light.

"Damn it's dusty in here" he says. "I know sorry about that" I say. We go rummaging boxes when Hamzah says "hey Evan look at this." I roll my eyes and check what hes smiling at. Its a photo of us at the beach when we were little.

I smile at the picture saying "awww, we were so small." He says "look two of your front teeth are missing." He laughs but I say " and look I can see your cavaties from here!" We grin at how we looked before. He rests his head on his arms, on top of the boxes and stares at me intensely seeing if I'm still the same little girl. My cheeks turn tomato red.

Then we find the magazines. "Hey Hamzah bring this down for me would you?" I ask. "No you do it, you're an independent woman." I stare at him blankly and he says "okay fine."

We sit down and start cutting out things that remind us of one another. Hamzah says " I only remember how you were when you were 10." I say "well what do you want to know?" "What's your favorite color now, is it still purple?"

He still remembered, "Yeah, Howd u know." I knew how he knew. "Remember you're purple themed birthday party when you were like 12? Yeah you kicked me out cause I was wearing blue." We laugh at the memory.

I scoot closer to him to ask him if he'd like sharks or otters better but I then realized how close I was to him. Hamzah's eyes widen and I see a small confused smirk. What was I doing? I scoot back and clear my throat. "So which one is it" "Otters" he said. WHAT WAS I DOING..

We were tired of doing the collage so we started on the portraits. We sat across from each other on the coffee table. I was squeezing out the paint when I glance at Hamzah looking at me with so much focus.

I look away and start painting. We accidentally lock eyes when trying to look at our references (each other). I couldn't help but feel butterflies. There was no way in HELL Hamzah, my bully had given me butterflies.

We continue painting our last strokes and reveal it.
I say "okay on 3" "1...,2....3.... reveal!" ..... We start bursting in laughter. "Who is that?" I ask while trying to keep in my laughter. He says " THATS YOU!" "Oh! Well it's so...interesting!" I say. " I tried my best okay, it looks better that yours. Why do I look like a football."

We couldn't stop laughing, it was so bad. I didnt want to admit it but I was having fun. I see it getting dark outside and say "are you gonna sleep over or go home it's getting pretty late."

"I think I'll get going home I have another project to do at home, thanks Evan." Hamzah says. I look at him and "say stop it."  "Why does that bother you so much it's been my nickname for you since, forever."
"You ever know why you started calling me that?" "Um no I forgot" he said.  " you called me Evan because you always called me a boy and how I will never be a pretty girl."

" Did I really? I don't remember that." He says. "Yeah but I do, why have you always been so mean to me?" "I don't know, I've always seen you as my little sister." "Well it's getting dark, see you Monday" I said. "Okay see you Evan... geline." "I snicker and shut the door."

What was this??? What am I doing? Could Hamzah actually be okay? I mean we were actually having fun. I put the thought away and get ready to sleep.

(A/N) Ahh! I'm having so much fun making this story. If anyone has any reccomendations on what I should do lmk!! - Delilah