Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Just like Prince charming ✅

"Sometimes, you don't realize how valuable something is until it slips through your fingers, leaving only the hollow ache of what could have been."

Third persons POV

"Wait-what you're trying to tell me," Jamie drawled as she flipped through the TV channels, making Amal's nose wrinkle at the constant clicks, "is that there is absolutely nothing going on between you and Mr. Young, Hot, and Rich?"

Amal scrunched her face in distaste. "Please, Jamie, don't call Zach that. It sounds... weird!"

Jamie gave her a deadpan stare, unfazed. "Stop trying to change the topic."

"I'm not! There isn't anything! We're just friends," Amal insisted, crossing her arms in defiance. Jamie rolled her eyes so dramatically that Amal wondered if they might get stuck.

"And what exactly is your point?" Amal finally asked, sighing.

"My point is that you're being dumb, Amal, seriously!" Jamie replied, giving her an exasperated look. "Why are you saying no?"

"Maybe because I don't actually have any feelings for him," Amal said with a shrug, though even she could hear the note of uncertainty in her voice.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, smirking. "Do you know what I really want to do?"

Amal glanced at her warily. "What?"

"Grab the biggest spoon I can find and whack you over the head," Jamie declared, almost shouting. Amal nearly choked on her drink, sputtering out a laugh.

"Oh, fantastic to know-you're so abusive," Amal retorted, clutching her stomach as she laughed.

"Yeah, well, you're being dumb," Jamie fired back, refusing to drop the matter. "Even a blind man could see you two would be good together."

"Jamie, can't I have my peace?" Amal whined, sinking into the couch.

"Nope. Not until you listen to me-"

The doorbell rang, cutting Jamie off mid-rant. Amal shot her an amused look as she stood up, grateful for the interruption. "Someone's at the door," she smirked, relishing the brief reprieve.

Amal opened the door, and there he was-Zach, looking casually handsome as ever.

Jamie smirked the moment she saw Zach, leaning back on the couch with her arms crossed. "Well, well, well. Look who's here," she drawled.

Amal shot her a look before turning back to Zach. "Hey... What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

Zach gave her a small smile, greeting her with, "Assalamualaikum, hello Jamie, i was just around the neighborhood and thought id stop by." His voice had an easy warmth to it, and Amal couldn't help wrinkling her nose-she still wasn't used to the idea of him so casually saying things like that. It seemed to make him oddly endearing.

"Walaikumusalam... come on i-" she began, only for another voice to pipe up.

"Hi, Amal," a familiar voice greeted, and Amal turned, taking a look at the person behind him, her eyes widen in shock.

"Oh my God-Sam?, come on in" Amal gasped, blinking at the sight of her old friend. She stepped aside, letting him in as he chuckled softly.

The two of them settled into the couch, Zach now looking a bit more reserved, studying how animatedly Sam and Amal were talking with quiet curiosity.