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Zeeshan's POV

After about a minute of staring at Laiba's tense face, I say, " Well. . . Laiba. . . it is just a diary, right? Why are you so worried? "

She then gives me the look.

" No, Zeeshan. It's my diary. It's supposed to be private. I can't just let anyone read my own thoughts! "

 " Yeah, I guess. . . but I don't think you should worry so much, it's probably just lost in your own house, not stolen. " I try to reassure her.

" No. . . it's definitely not stolen. I think I even know who took it. "

"  What?! Who? "

" Look, don't just go confront him about this. It could just be a coincidence, him buying a diary that looks almost exactly like mine. "

" Ok, Ok. I won't. But, at least tell me who it is! " 

She nervously looked around, to see if anybody was close enough to be able to listen to us. 

" Okay, so. . . do you remember that guy, from Year 11, who you thought liked me? the creepy one? she said, as she raised her eyebrows higher and higher at every attempt to describe him. 

I smile, put my hand on her shoulder and say " Laiba, almost every other guy at this school has a huge crush on you. How am I supposed to remember all of them? "

She blushed and hid her face in her hands, " Stop lying Zeeshan! and now's not the time to talk about this anyway! "

She looks so cute when she blushes, especially with those dimples. 

" So, as I was saying, about that creepy guy? do you seriously not remember who he is! You've got baaaad memory. He's the guy who put a cheesy love poem note in my locker. "

I burst into laughter, unable to stop. 

She gives a smirk and continues to say, " Now, remember? " 

" YEAH . . . YEAH " I manage to say between my laughter. 

Laiba's POV

I roll my eyes to cover up my internal snickering.

" Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad, " I manage to say, while trying to push away memories of it.     " At least he tried. " 

" Oh, sure! I still remember how corny the lyrics were. He was standing in the window behind you, while i was reading it out. he went bright red! " 

" You wouldn't have the courage to do that to anyone, whether it's me, or some other girl. " 

He immediately stopped laughing and gave a serious expression, " What do you mean I can't do anything like that? I sure can, name me any girl and I'll go put a cringy poem in her locker, if that's what you want. " 

" Oh come on! Can we just leave this topic? " 

In reply, he gives a silent nod. 

I link my arms with his, and walk along the corridor. 

"You, honestly, get serious too quickly." I say laughing. 

" Whatever, " followed by an eye roll and smile at the same time. " now tell me about the guy and what, how, when, where and why he stole your diary! "

" So, I think it all started with that love poem thing obviously. He was trying to indirectly confess to me, but i think there was no need for that, it was already pretty clear, he used to stare at me 24/7! Gosh! it was creepy! And then, as you know, you put that note, which was more insulting him than rejecting him, back, in his locker-" 

"You mean, you rejected him?" he interrupted, now walking backwards, facing me.

"Uhuh, and then, I guess that hurt his ego and he tried to hurt me back blah blah blah and he stole my diary from. . . my bag, I guess? probably, when I went out of class or something. " 

(author's note- is this a bit too long? 👀😂 I can't tell fsr... I'm just finding it cute😂💅🥰 I can totally imagine Feroze and Hania as these characters😍🙈!!)

"Okay, but have you thought what we're gonna do to get it back though?"

"Not really, to be honest. . ."

I saw the same guy, walking with his friends.

"OYE- ZEESHAN WATCH OU-"

They ran into each other before I could complete my sentence.

Zeeshan's POV

"SHIT MAN- UGH can't you wa-," and then I turned around and saw the same stupid face again.   " watch . . . out." I slowly completed my sentence, as I eyed him up and down.

"Well Hello, Mister Ugly Face. . . A n e e s. . . more like A - N E E K!" I say, tauntingly. 

He flushes, rolls his eyes, and walks away.

" I've never seen any girl more beautiful than you, Laiba! " I shout, quoting his poem.

Laiba and I end up roaring with laughter once he's gone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : AN UPDATE AFTER AAAAGESSSS, PROLLY A YEAR OR SUMTH- BUT ANWYAYYYYSSSS,GIMME FEEDBACK GUYS !!!😍💅💃😌✨