And 6 Years Later... ( #JustWriteIt )

Chapter 5: Orange wig.

It has been two weeks since I started dating Adam and everything was going on perfectly. He took me out for a first date, and I had a great night. He took me to this very nice restaurant and then to a violin concert. We didn't go that far intimately speaking, we're still in first base.

Classes were starting to get harder though; the deeper we dive in a subject the more attention it requires, therefore more effort and hard work.

Right now, I am at the school's library with Jude; we are both crazily working on our essays, most of mine are due for two weeks, but Jude's are due for next week, so I decided to work with her as an encouragement. And I'm not against being early with my homework.

The reason we're working on homework on a Thursday night, even though we have a weekend before Jude's assignments are due, is because this weekend; it's Halloween, and we agreed to go to a party.

The party is held at the house of one of Adam's friend, Alex, he's the guy that always sits with James during world's religion class.

Speaking of which, I figured out that James is actually Adam's roommate. Adam told me that he and James were neighbors since forever, but never that close friends since they didn't go to the same schools; James went to a school with a good football team, Adam to the local one. He also told me that he was more of a little brother to him.

And no, I didn't tell Adam I knew James, there is no point from telling him; I just want to move on from this silly fantasy and forget about it.

To be honest though, I had questions, questions I wanted to ask Adam about James; but I feared it would be weird, we never ever talked to each others, me and James, and I can't just go to Adam and ask him about it. I have no reason to care. As far as he knows, I shouldn't have one at least.

What I really wanted to know; was why he dropped football, I saw him playing when we were kids and he was great back then. He's probably ten times better now, and he chose which school to go to according to the level of their football team. So why did he pick the university of Manchester? It's a great university for researches and hard studies, not for someone that wanted to become a professional football player.

August 4th, 2010

"Great dancing guys! You are the best!" Our animator compliments us, we were dancing like crazy in the mini disco. Every night after dinner, we met in the night show area, before the grownups; and played games, danced, sang. Had fun.

Now it was over though, I get down from the stage and start heading to the lobby; where I know the rest of my family is. But before I even reach the door, I hear someone call out my name.

"Salma!" The sound of his voice is unmistakable to my ears, I turn around; a little blush already coloring my cheeks just at the thought of talking to him.

"Yes James?" I respond once he catches up to me.

"Where are you going?" He asks, speaking slowly and trying not to use a thick accent; I told him this morning it was quiet difficult to understand everything he says. I don't speak English that well.

"I was going to stay with my parents"

"Do you have to go?"

"No, I just have nothing better to do"

"You want to come with me? Some of the maxi club friends are playing Play Station, we could watch" Oh my god, is this really happening? He wants to spend time with me?

"Y-yes of c-course" I stutter, I always do it when I'm talking to him.

He smiles and takes my hand, quickly starting to pull me toward the game room. I walk behind him gazing at our joined hands with a star struck daze, I feel like Miley when she's with Jake in Hannah Montana!!!