Pillow Talk

10.

"This is my fucking wedding. You will be here in thirty minutes or you can kiss LA goodbye and you get to go back home to your mother." My fathers voice phone rang through the phone.

"It isn't my fault you cheated on mom." I grumbled through the phone. I clicked my phone off and threw it to the other side of the bed. "We have to get going soon. The wedding is in a couple of hours. It would look bad if the maid of honor showed up late with the kitchen boy." I rolled off the bed and got to my feet. It was weird to be in a foreign bed with someone other than Jared. I hadn't done anything, I forbid it in fear of how far I might have gone.

"Or we can just blow off this entire wedding and stay here. You did pay for the entire day." Muhammad stood up from the bed, his work shirt was wrinkled from rolling around on the bed.

"I didn't pay, my father did. Just grab whatever you can. He'll just pay for it. I'm going to take the sheets." I stripped the bed of its sheets and put it in my bag. "Just think. Some poor cleaning lady is going to be so confused when she walks in here and sees that there's no sheets. And these are really nice. Probably really expensive."

"Yeah, totally. But I gotta do something real quick. Can you get the car started? I'll be there in a second." Muhammad took a few snacks from the mini fridge that were way too expensive and tossed them to me. "Yeah sure, what do you have to do?" I stuffed the little bottles of expensive liquor in my bag even though I hated drinking.

"It's my fathers birthday. I have to pray for him. It's a tradition that I've been doing since I was a child." Muhammad got down to his knees and smiled up at me. "Just keep the car going. I'll be put in less then two minutes."

"Oh yeah, of course. When it's my dad's birthday I usually just call him. " I lightly joked while stuffing a few complementary conditioners in my purse. "And even then, I barely ever do it."

"It would be a little hard to phone the dead, Elizabeth." Muhammad chuckled softly and closed his eyes, he folded his hands together and started to murmur very lightly a language that I was not familiar with. Muhammad's lips only slightly moved and his words were too hard to even hear. I let myself out of the hotel room and thought about what Muhammad had said.

There was so much about him that I didn't know. I didn't know anything about him other than that he worked this job every summer because he's saving up for a better apartment. He has two older sisters that he doesn't know very well, and that he can play 5 instruments. The piano, trumpet, violin, guitar, and the flute. There was little things in passing that they talked about. Like how he pours the milk in first then the cereal, which absolutely appalled her.

But they never seemed to actually talk about real things that went on in their lives. Muhammad would text her that he had a break coming up and she would text him where to meet. It was simple. So simple that she had forgotten how to actually talk to someone without having them cup her breast.

"I told you, you could stay in the car. It's a lot of verses to recite." Muhammad had his jacket slung across his shoulder and had a playful smile on his face. "So, am I driving or you?"

"Why don't I know anything about you? Or why don't we ever just sit down and talk without your tongue in my mouth?" I slid down the wall of the hotel and looked up at him. "Is that bad? That we've been fooling around for awhile and I barely know anything about you?"

"Is this the relationship talk?" Muhammad slid down next to me and grabbed my hand out of my lap. He played with my fingers and looked over at me. "I don't think that makes you a bad person. We're not doing anything wrong. We're just two consenting humans that like to kiss each other. Is there something wrong with that?" Muhammad locked our fingers together and brought them to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on my hand.

"If you feel like there is something wrong with what we are doing then we can stop. No problem." He kissed my hand again and sighed. "But I really do enjoy being this close to you."

"I don't want to stop. I just feel like I should get to know you before this gets bigger."

Muhammad nodded his head, "So, what do you want to know about me then?"

"I don't know yet, just talk about yourself."

"Man, I feel like I'm back in middle school where I had to write essays about what I did over the summer. It's so much pressure." Muhammad rubbed his eyes with his free hand and exhaled. "Okay, so I was born a little bit away from LA in a very sleepy town called Jeffenson. I was the only Muslim kid that lived there. But it wasn't too bad, my sisters were there so they kicked anyone's ass that messed with me. But they had to leave. My sister Abda left for college to be an engineer, and my other sister Tara left to live with her new husband. So I took boxing classes because it was a bad look to have a pregnant woman fight your battles for you."

Muhammad and I laughed until a lady came out of her room in only a half closed robe and shushed us. She slammed the door but we continued to laugh, just a little more quieter.

"In high school, I had gotten quite popular because my parent's were barely home because my mother was a violinist, and my father was a pianist. So I had parties all the time. I just graduated actually. Class of 2015. I got into UC Berkeley but I come down to LA because alot of my friends decided to leave Jeffenson and move out here."

"I have two dogs named Badger and Skunk that drive my mom absolutely insane. I'm majoring in journalism, my roommate stinks worse than my dogs, and I'm a gemini. Is there anything else you want to know about me? Or can we please get on the road so you can talk about yourself and we cannot be late to your father's wedding?" Muhammad stood up and took me with him.

"I do have one question."

"Shoot, kid."

"Will you go to this wedding with me?"

"Here I was thinking that we were already going together."

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Author's Note:

Okay, I've fallen in love with Muhammad. He is amazing if I do say so myself.

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