Falling for the Muslim Boy. (On Hold)

Chapter 3 - Crushed.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and quickly put my hand over it to shut it up. Lazily, I rolled over in my bed to get another hour of sleep but at that moment my phone start ringing. Annoyed, I looked at the screen to see if the caller was worthy of my precious time and soon my frown had turned into a smile.
'Hey' I said into the phone, softly.
'Hey..' He replied with his husky voice and I could tell he had barely woken up too.
We were silent for a few seconds and then I heard him asking me if I wanted to meet at ihop for breakfast. Trying to keep the delighted smile out of my voice, I agreed to meet him in an hour,
'One hour!? Why?? I can't wait that long Belle! I'm starving!'
'Well if you want my company, your gonna have to starve a little bit.'
I could hear him muttering something about 'the things I do for this woman' before he hung up and I rolled my eyes. Men. So dramatic.
After showering and changing into a skin colored dress that went just below my knees, I grabbed my phone and keys and ran down the stairs to get out of the house before my mom could chide me for leaving the house without anything to eat. I had just grabbed my black flats when I heard her in the kitchen and then she was calling out: 'Belle, honey is that you?'
Sigh. I walked to the kitchen to see her flipping pancakes on the pan.
'Hey mom', I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
'Hey baby girl, where are you off to looking so fine early in the morning?
'Tis not early mom'
'I know it's not, but for you to be out of bed this time on a weekend, is very unusual. Who's the lucky guy?'
'Mom, I'm going to meet Adam for breakfast at ihop'
'Why didn't you just invite him over here and get a good stomach filling of my 'so much better than ihop' pancakes instead of going on a date to the pancake store!'
'Mom! He's Muslim, remember? No dating. He invited me to join him, mom, and now I really have to rush, I'm already late, love you, bye!'
With a final kiss on her cheek and a wave, I was off but not before seeing the secret smile on her face.. Mothers. Think they know you better than you know yourself.

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Assalam, hey everyone! I seen the message of heart_you23 and asmaabashir asking me to update and even tho I'm really really busy (I have the most active daughters - 2 of them!- ma sha Allaah, who keep me busy all day and I have a house to run :)) I got so happy to see someone actually reading my story that I tried my very best to give you guys an update! And here it is :) (it's quite short tho, sorry!) Hope you enjoy and I definitely will be checking out your stories! Wassalam!

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As I stepped into the famous pancake shop, I spotted Adam sitting in the corner and smiling, started walking over to him. Then I heard the dreaded 'wolf whistle' coming from behind me and saw Adam clench his jaw tight, as if he was grinding his teeth. Ouch. Ignoring the idiot behind me, I didn't falter in my steps and sat down opposite my best friend.
Reaching across the table, I took hold of his hand in mine, silently asking to ignore what happened a few seconds ago. Sighing, he smiled at me, agreeing silently, and gently removed his hand from mine. Trying not to show that act affected me, I told him I'd like some chocolate chip pancakes, please. Raising his eyebrows, he asked: 'What makes you think I'm gonna order for you?'
'Cause your my best friend and a gentleman and if I tried paying for my own order you'd throw a fit and stop talking to me for 5 minutes. But still. I'd rather not risk that!' I smiled at him wide, showing all my teeth.
He hmphed, and said: ' I would not! I like independent women' he winked at me (be still my beating faster than normal heart!)
'Yeahhh..'
Laughing quietly he got up to give our orders then came back and sat in his seat, all the while making small talk with me. Whenever me and Adam would get together we would talk about nothing and everything, even things that didn't make sense. And I never laughed with anyone like how i did with him. He could put a smile on my be any time of the day, and I loved him for that.
When we were done eating, Adam cleared his throat and I looked up at him to see a troubled expression on his face. I felt my heart drop to my stomach and then come up to my throat.
'Belle, there's something I have to tell you..