Sometimes not all fairy tales need to be perfect. You just need that thing or person that makes you happy .
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Safiya's POV
"And that's how the theory was discovered"
We were in mr. Williams class again. And surprisingly it was less boring. Thank the lord.
I brought my phone to class today and I was texting Rahma.
R: how is your project going?
S: Better than expected. When jerk face is not being corky
R: guess we both are turning bad. We brought our phones to class its so unlike us.
S: its just cos we've gone over this topic like a thousand times in the library. Poop 💩 face
R: okay only you and jafar have that "face" sweet names don't include me I've got Yusuf to give me a sweet name.
S: what we have is not sweet okay its sour. And those names aren't even sweet
R: he calls you pretty face. That's sweet.
S: can you just quit it.
R: mr Williams is looking at us.
" Safiya and Rahma I see you are preoccupied and your minds are not here"
" sorry" we say in unison
I guess our fun is over for us. He had to kill the mood. Jafar was looking at us chuckling I narrowed my eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out at me.
Childish much??. I gave him a weird look and he returned a weirder one. I stuck my tongue out at him too mimicking his earlier look. Just as I was about to look at his face again I heard the bell.
Did he just do all that to make because I was bored???. No he won't I guess I am just over thinking.
"So you had a great time after our texting was cut off" Rahma teased
"You were watching? " she's such a snoop
"So tell me you guys have nothing"
"Rahma we don't I was just bored and he was giving me those wierd looks"
"He was only trying to relief your boredom baby"
"No he wasn't. He was only trying to annoy me."
" okay whatever helps you sleep at night girl"
"Ugh. I can't win with you Rahma "
"Just give it up. You like jafar despite all he's done"
"No I don't Rahma"
" okay let's just hope so girl"
I didn't even realize we we're walking until we reached her car. I slid in not wanting to further our conversation about Jafar. I told my mum I was going over to Rahmah's so I was going to be picked up at her house by 6.
As we arrived at her house. I headed straight for the shower and changed into Rahma blue skinny jeans and pink floral crop top. The cloths were a bit tight but who cares. Rahma also took a shower in the guest room. She wore a loose gown. Saying she wasn't in the mood to wear any thing else. I mean what if her boyfriend just pops up. But I don't blame her most of the time at home I wear shorts and tank top. Sometimes you need a break from clothes.
We decided to watch a little Netflix before five. I have an hour to spend with Jafar. I hope it goes smoothly.
We were half way through the movie and both sprawled on the floor chatting when I heard the door Bell ring. I checked the time its already 5 so I guess its jafar jerk face. Hey it rhymes. Waw I sure have poetry skills.
I cleared my wierd thoughts and opened the door.
"Hey" he mutters lowly. Someone's moody. Yay I don't have to deal with corky jerkface today.
"Hello" I said rather much excited
"Why are you so happy"
"What crawled up your ass and died" I answer him with a question.
"Its non of your business " rude much?.
"Okay let's begin. What have you got? "
"I made a slide show" he answers shortly not bothering to explain
"Okay I kinda wrote the concept and organization"
"Good"
I kinda miss the corky, self absorbed and playful jafar. What is he so angry and cold. I decided to ask him what was wrong.
"Hey what wrong Jafar " he raised his head looking shocked
"Did you just call me by my name? "
"I guess" I motion for him to answer my question
"It's nothing. I don't want to bug you with my problems"
"As much as I hate your corky self, this is unusual so I insist"
"It's just my dad and stuff" he begins. I smile knowing he is going to open up to me although it seems its hard for him he keeps scratching the back of his neck
"Mmhmm"
"I just hate this change I can't adapt to it. I don't want to be a mechanic engineer I want be an artiste. I love singing"
"Why don't you pursue your dreams then"
"My dad doesn't like it"
"Why shouldn't he. Its your choice I guess but sometimes its better to listen to your parent's advice as he is looking out for you jafar. May be he thinks It might not be the best career choice for you. Think of it as a sacrifice you need to make to make your dad happy" I can't believe I am talking like my mum now.
Jafar looks as if he is thinking deeply and putting pieces together. His eyes widen.
"Thanks a lot Safiya you just made me realize a lot. I'll have to patch things up with my dad when I get home. Thanks a lot Safiya I really needed someone to talk some sense into me" he said smiling and he hugged me. My body tensed because he touched my bare skin because of my crop top . I think he noticed it as he started moving away.
"Sorry" he apologized. I instinctly hugged him back before he completely moved away. It felt so nice hugging him I felt happy. I didn't realize we were hugging for long until Rahma cleared her throat. We hastily pull away I cleared my throat and left for rahmahs room blushing very hard .
What just happened? . I guess It was just an instinct after advicing him no big deal. What people hug all the time and it doesn't imply anything. But they don't feel the way you felt. Shut up subconscious mind. After I gathered my thoughts I went back downstairs to continue my project.
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Teen Fiction"I hate you " whispered Safiya " I certainly don't hate you pretty face." jafar said to her in a low voice "don't you ever kiss me again" "oh pretty face don't pretend. You love my kisses" with that he captured her lips with a mind blowing kiss...
