Kho,This TN Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

Trig El-Sed Sans Permis

Frankie finally knocked on the door after thoughts of hesitation; he stood for about three minutes, his troubled mind and the stillness of the door, his knuckles ready and his bag heavy.
"Chawala chkoun?" to his unusual luck, it was Gee behind the door.
"Taliani kho. 7el l'bab..." he almost begged, he felt his eyes burn as if he was about to cry. Gee was his one and only option, he was different, not materialistic and kind enough, but Frankie's behavior towards him felt like a disaster, he knew now that he shouldn't have acted that way with him.

"Frankie?! Cha rak dir hna?" said Gee as he opened the door, leaving his tears to dry instantly.

"Douk nfehmek..." Frankie said, ordering him with his angry features to slightly move aside and let him rest from his shifting journey, last night he wandered the neighborhood hopelessly like a beggar and couldn't sleep because of the cold, all he wanted to do for now was to erase his memory and start brand new. Gee invited him inside and Frankie went onto the kitchen as soon, Gee, surprised that Frankie knew the house quiet well, and that he himself still had trouble sometimes, followed him. He made his guest some tea and gave him a plate of the left Mekrout from the Sbou3.
"Sa7a Kho. Shikh 7awezni m'dar... Frankie started, Jaboulou l'khit 3la sel3a... ba3ouni kho..." Gee, not knowing about how to react in such cases, caressed Frankie's back to comfort him. "Sa7a kho... se9ssit ge3 s7abi ge3 machi khalini nbat lila berk. Sa7 li 9al "We9t cheda ybanou rjal..." na3albou so7ba ge3..." he devoured the sugary cakes with anger as he felt the warmth of Gee's hand in his cold back, his backbones called for more with a shiver.
"Mat9ele9ch... nefrihalek m3a Mikey, bs7 rak 3labalek, l'mra w drari-" Frankie cut him off with a hug, causing Gee's heart to fasten its beats, and bits of honey to drop out of his mouth, letting Gee's heartbeats beating faster from the sudden jump.
"Sa7a kho. Nta les hommes! Kach ma kayen ndir wela?" Frankie suggested honestly, he was ready to do anything for a bit of warmth now.
"Kach ma klit?" Gee let go of the hug first, sensing the situation becoming unpleasant and he didn't want to be called any other names again.
"Mel bare7 walou... W'Allah ma nensa khirek ya Gee!" Gee smiled a blush.
"Ndirlek frittes omelette? Hada wesh na3ref ndir..." He looked away to avoid embarrassment again.
"Ana hadik w mana3refch ndirha! T3ich kho." Frankie smiled at him and he hurried to the kitchen as two of Mikey's children came in and Frankie let them play with his bag.
"Welit men França?" asked the oldest.
"Jebtelna chicoula?" asked the other
"Wesh pipo, he grabbed the kid's hand that went through the little black bag that contained his money, Te9raw mli7?" he asked
"Jebna tess3a." they lied
"E9raw mli7 bech matkhlasch 3likoum haka yak?" They promised him and he started tickling them, to give himself a reason to smile again, warming his chest. "Ouin rah babakoum?" he asked.
"Ra7ou ydirou l'vaccin lel bébé." Answered Gee instead, putting in front of him the plate of freshly cooked eggs.
"Aya bien." Frankie thought he could have some time alone with Gee, to apologize or to just appreciate his presence. He was about to start eating when suddenly Gee held his hand and stopped him.
"Nssit l'mel7..." he justified leaving them both to hold concerned faces. Frankie felt weird with his touch; this warmth again, was Frankie that cold? Or was it only because of the food? He didn't know, all he knew is that he strangely seeks it. Frankie, his mouth full, said what appeared to be nonsense to Gee.
"Chawala?"
"Bnina 9otlek... Sa7a."
"Ysselmek."
"3amou Gee, Samir rah kesserlek 9alem dyalek..." Gee hurried to the room.
"Yn3el... touchitli liner ta3i yal kelb? 3labalek ch7al chritou hada!" the child could be heard crying throughout the walls. Gee eventually came back, Frankie questioned him with his intimidating eyes.
"Sme7li..."
"Normal... sema dir liner tani?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"La chritou l chibaniya..."
"Amentek... takoul m3aya?"
"La bssa7tek."
"Ne9derch nkemelha... dertli bezaf..." Gee grabbed a bit of the bread and started eating with him.
"3labalek beli mana3ref 3lik walou, bs7 dkhelt 9elbi?"
Gee almost melted with those words. He shyly responded "nta tan..." and tried hiding his blushing.
"Makanch kifeh jamais ma sme3t biya!"
"Mikey ma9ali walou 3lik..."
"Ana zedt f had l 7ouma w kbert fiha. Ghir ana li machi mzewej bin khouti, w li ydour b khwatati nget3ou... ro7t l ge3 les matchs te3 Mouloudia meli kount sghir, w jamais la ratit wa7ed. Tla9it b Reda Taliani f Tipaza w 7afed ge3 ghnah... w nta?"
"Ana zet fi wahran w kayen ghir ana w Mikey, célibataire, jamais la ro7t l'stade w nessma3-"
"Jamais la ro7t l'stade?!"
"Jamais..."
"Kich rak 3ayech kho?! Ghodwa kayen match Mouloudia l'USMA 9owa 7bibna lazem nedik m3aya!"
"Ana machi te3 had lkherjat..."
"M3aya ri7 may9issekch kho, ge3 ya3arfouni. Kan n7eb ng3ed wa7di f les tribunes te3 l'USMA wlh wa7ed mayedena!"
"Ma3andich ticket..." Gee tried to do everything to get out of this situation. With all of these people dying in stadiums, he feared for his life.
"Meme ana ma3andich ticket. Ya3arfouni ykhelouna ndokhlou!"
Saved by knocks on the door, he hurried to open, Mikey and his wife were back, he announced them Frank's presence, but Mikey's wife exasperated and eye rolled to Gee.
"Chbik ya mra?! 9o3di fel bit w ma tkhorjich." Mikey ordered his wife. He went to the kitchen to salute his friend.
"Wlh yakho sme7li ndirangik youmin berk..."
"Normal kho. Ki bekri ki lyoum, ma tbedel walou. Mar7ba bik f ay wo9t."
"Sa7a kho."
After they have dined they slept, until Gee woke up by the sound of Frankie's body falling to the ground, he was too exhausted to even sense that he has fallen. "Frankie nod rak to7t m'frach..." whispered Gee after several shakes, he finally opened his eyes and put his hand on Gee's cheek.
"Ya chbab..." he said half asleep.
"Nferchou f lard?" Gee sensed that it would be impolite for him to sleep on the bed and leave Frank on the ground, and he couldn't let Frankie fall again, with that done, they could go back to sleep peacefully.
Gee woke up the following day to the weight of Frankie's body upon him, he still looked too exhausted so he dared not move him. He didn't seem peaceful in his sleep, he held expressions of hurt and pain and his lips moved as if he was talking, his heart beats went faster and faster until he woke up
"Sba7 el-khir..." Frankie sighed and kissed him before laying his head on Gee's torso again, Gee caressed Frankie's hair twice before Frankie moved out of the situation and turned to his own side of the bed, confused he hid his face with his palms.
"Rget mlih?" asked Gee first.
"Lala... wa7ed l'mnam kho..."
"Wah kount ghir tetgeleb. Malek kount dabez?"
"T9der t9oul... nta?"
"Nichan. Youmin w ana noum cha dertli f la cage d'escalier..."
"Normal kho, yak wesh 3andek 3andi." Frankie smirked and grabbed Gee's hand leading it onto his own crotch "Shou welit 7mer!" Laughed Frankie.
"Ma-ah..."
"Haya wejed rohek bech tssa7elna plassa!" Gee turned away to wear his clothes, so Frankie's looks don't embarrass him any much longer "Na7i! heb to9telna? K7el w 7mer l'USMA, 7na Mouloudia kho!" Frank threw one of his team supporter's shirt that still smelled like sweat, he wore his pair of black tight jeans and his TN along. "Khrej 3lik chbab." Frank smirked again as he checked his style out.
"Nta tan..." responded Gee shyly.
They quickly swallowed their already prepared breakfast and went to the 5 Juillet Stadium, spending the whole day there, Frankie still managed to sell his American merchandise though the Police. Gee tried to focus on the game but he saw no meaning of it and barely knew whom was from which team, so he watched the ball move from foot to another and fantasized about the players, Frankie wasn't there for most of the time, but that didn't matter, he would have been bored the same way anyways. Frankie came back to him running and saying something about a fight between the supporters of the teams but Gee didn't fully understand for he was talking way too fast for him, he was frightened by the violence of the young men, there were knives thrown in the air, spit, sweaty naked torsos, swords and blood. He held Gee firmly but still he couldn't get him to run, as if his legs have been rooted to the ground, and as the Police started breaking into the fighting pit two heads near them, he had no choice but to lift him up, and run away towards the Parking Lot "Rfetni... Frankie yedek!"
Frankie looked at his bleeding arm; he had probably been brushed by sharpness on his way out. "Hada walou... l'essential nta mabik walou." he said wiping the blood from the wound, still not letting go of Gee's hand until they got back home after dusk.