All throughout the school day, I've found myself unable to focus on any task presented to me as Amir somehow always managed to work himself into the forefront of my thoughts. It's made me so disconnected from the world that I've forgotten to pray all morning. I hope Allah forgives my lack of concentration. Although I try my best to focus in the rest of my classes, my eyes seemed to be glued to the clock, draining what little focus I had left as I anxiously waited for each second to tick by. Only three more hours until I'd be with him.
When the final bell rang, I couldn't have been more elated. I bolted out of the classroom and jogged down the stairs to find Amir's polished, black motorcycle waiting for me expectantly. He put on his helmet as I walked over, his captivating blue eyes still visible through the tinted glass. The engine of the bike released a familiar roar as I moved to secure myself in place behind him, my previous worries drifting off with the wind that ruffled through my hair and school clothes.
After weaving in and out of cars for a few blocks, Amir finally pulled up to a nicely decorated, Western styled home. A woman stood waiting for us on the doorstep, waving happily with a warm smile curled on her lips. Suddenly, my nerves resurfaced as I came to the realization that the woman was Amir's mother. I hope she likes me.
My worry subsided when she wrapped her arms around me, informing me of how happy she was to finally meet the boy she had heard so much about. I glanced over at Amir with a look of amusement, but all I could see were the roses that bloomed on his lightly tanned cheeks. I couldn't believe he'd been talking about me--and to his mother nonetheless. Amir's mother introduced herself as Susie, which was strange to me since the title was so informal, but I guess it must be part of their American culture.
Amir ushered me away from his mother after pressing a soft kiss against her cheek, and guided me to his living room. It was far more spacious than my own, a large, flat screen TV covering the wall with visible speakers practically everywhere. His eyes shone in happiness as he talked about his love for movies. When I told him how I'd only seen a couple in my lifetime as Saudi doesn't have movie theaters, he practically gasped in horror. He immediately popped in a disk labeled "Aladdin" and settled down onto the large couch, patting the space next to him.
We watched movie after movie together into the darkness of night, not minding the time despite having school again the next day. Eventually, when we found ourselves half-way through "The Breakfast Club," I felt Amir's head fall onto my shoulder as audible snores escaped his cherry lips. In that moment, I wished that time would stop.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
