Gotten

It was our second night in Ibiza, I dragged my friends, Maha, Amerah and Mika to a photography gig that I got. It was the “Fuck Me, I’m Famous Party” and well, every single fan and fan girls have heard about it. It was a party, everyone is dying to get to. A party filled with models, celebrities and football players. Originally, we were here as a wonderful treat for us, we’ve “met” online, the four of us and somehow, we’ve made our bond stronger and eventually, we all agreed to meet. Since Amerah and I are both Cules and Mika and Maha are both Madridistas, of course, during our conference on Skype was filled with nothing but a huge argument, where to meet? Where in SPAIN would we meet? Amerah and I would always insist on Barcelona, of course and Mika and Maha would of course say Madrid. Finally, to avoid another painful hour of arguing, we settled with one perfect place. IBIZA and so, here we are.

“I guess I have to go and get my job done as the photographer. You girls have fun and please try not to get carried out by the security?” I teased and we all laughed.

I captured photo after photo. I love photography, but seriously, this certain wag of a football player (not mentioning her just in case the reader happens to be part of her people), wanted me to take photo after photo of her with this player, this model, this heiress, this designer and so on. Finally, I took a break, and sat back on the table, where I found Mika, smiling to herself and going through her phone.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked and she looked up with a smile.

“Nothing, just exchanging flirty BBM’s with this guy.” Mika answered.

“Which guy?” I asked and looked around. There were three guys using their Blackberry’s. She smiled.

“You really would like to know?” she asked.

“I’m against drugs, Mika, but if I have to drug you to get that guy’s name off your mouth, I will.”

“Oooh, I’m scared.” Mika teased and we both laughed. “OK, OK, he’s an underwear model.”

“You know if I could keyboard smash right now, I would.” I said and she smiled.

“OMG.” Mika said and I looked at her, waiting for her to say something.

Mika didn’t say anything at all, instead she looked up from her phone and smiled at a guy from a table a dance floor away from us. I almost spat the beer and looked at her.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Seriously, what?” she answered and typed away on her BB.

“I think I just saw Maha dancing with Cristiano. How did she manage to..” she began.

“Cristiano came over and I called him and told him we’re both Madridistas and Maha, aka our birthday girl would love to dance with him and seriously, he ate it all up and believed me.” Mika explained.

“Oh boy, can you do to that to Alexis Sanchez too?” I asked excitedly.

“Let me ask him.” Mika said.

“Wait, you’re BBMing Sanchez? Mika, you remember one of my photos, right? The shirt?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t forget about it, Hadiya. But relax, I’m not BBMing Alexis, I’m actually BBMing Javi.” Mika said.

“Javi? Like Javier Martinez? But you said…” I began but stopped. “Oh, Soy!” I said and Mika smiled.

“You’re crazy. He’s joining our table.” Mika said.

“And what did you say?” I asked.

“Si.” Mika answered and I smiled.

“I think I’d like to take a photo of you and him. It would be fun.” I said.