The ultimate love melody

Pills n Potions

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It's been a week now and I'm going out with Si. Si is compassionate and caring and all that you can want in a girlfriend. Plus her cousin really helped me with my Geography homework. Literally, that girl is talented in the art of knowing stuff about her country. Also, added bonus Si has a cousin who is fluent in French. Like yes, I wish I could tell 14 year old me life does get better! Of course, they are some bad times in a relationship but we work it out. For example, when I went over to her house to go to the cinema, she insisted that we held hands the whole, dealing way! I know!

But because and only because I love her, I take all her lovely-dovey poop. I mean without her, I don't know how I would be able to cope.

'Meesha Ashram Abdul!' Mr. Jones roared. I emerged from my don't-give-one state and was full awake. I quickly raised my head only to bump it against the wall. There was an uproar of laughter from the class.

'Meesha, I didn't know you were THAT excited to be here!'
I glared that the vile thing for a teacher.
'Kool Khara' I muttered under my breath. That will show him.

He then went on that we had to do a graded project on if 'gay people should come out' blah. When you have a boring teacher like Mr. Jones who just spend ages rambling on about how he used to be in the army until he just shot saving an innocent little child's life. Don't feel sorry for him, on Parents Eve he admitted to my parents that he got dismissed from the army because he shot himself by mistake. Anyway, before long, you know how to block out the ramble and listen to the actual important stuff. But this was great, know I have a Science, Geography and RE project due in on the same day. Give me French and I will be out with a bottle of Champagne in my hand celebrating!

50 minutes later

'So kids this project will count as 30% of your final grade by the end of yr10' Madame Marie came over and one by one handed us the assignment sheet.
'Draft a Job Interview in French.' F*** my life.

After school finished, I went to my locker to get my books to make sure that I study like mad for my projects. Surprise, surprise, Sarah was waiting for me.
'Hey' I said to her while getting my stuff for the weekend
'Hey, I was wondering why don't we go home together?'

Even though I didn't want to go home with her, I knew that if I didn't she would practically grind me till I died.
'Yeah, sounds fun!'

I locked my locker. Sarah held my hand and goofily skipped down the hallway. Jessica Davis stood in front of us and raised an eyebrow at us. Sarah kissed me on the cheek to confirm Jessica's suspicion. Jessica looked almost in horror.
'Ew, a gay couple. What Si, did you catch gay fever by hanging out with Lesbian Prude over here?'

'You can't catch being gay! You just are.' Si defended. She looked at me for comfort and reassurement.

'Neither way, I'm going to stay away from you. Never know, do we?'
I glared at her. Such people needed to be removed from society. Well, at least my life. As we attempted to get past Jessica Jezebel (as us mortals called her) she stopped me.
'Oh prude, make sure you have our Science project ready! And make sure it's good, I want to get a good grade.'

I wish she failed. I wish she got a BIG FAT 'U'. But in order for that to happen, I need to botch the science project; and let me tell you this here, that's never EVER going to happen. My Iranian parents will never let that happen. As we were approaching home, I slipped my hand out of Si's.

'What's the matter Meesh?' Si asked
'Hm!' I replied bluntly
Si gripped my hand firmly and began to walk back to my house. As we got closer and closer, I became more desperate to wiggle my hand through. Suddenly Si stopped. I looked at her with my most innocent face. She wasn't having any of it. She looked at my parent's old, weird, little house. Then she looked at me, still trying to win her over with my Big-Brown-Eyes face.

'Have you told your Parents-'
'Yes,' I replied, cutting her off
'They know I'm gay.'
'What about me?'

'Hm!' I replied bluntly
'Do they know,' Si said slowly and sharply like a teacher who's just about to lose it
'That me and you are dating?' Si finished

I looked at her plainly. I couldn't lie to her, firstly she would see right through me and secondly, if I've been quiet for this long I must be guilty. Before I could open my mouth, Si let go of my hand and ran down the street, crying. I'd hurt her, again. Buy why? Why was it so hard not to hurt her? But not anymore. She means too much to me for me to hurt her. I climbed up the stairs and opened the door with my key. I climbed up to parent's room.
There, my Mamaji and Papaji was lying so peacefully in bed. I decided that I didn't want to disturb them now, best for them to get their beauty sleep before hearing such news that, your daughter is dating a girl. Before I left, I silently opened my Papaji's Cabinet and got out a little green letter. I went to my room and skyped Si.

Please pick up, please pick up I begged the computer screen which I then realized was completely pointless as a Computer screen won't magically force Si to accept my skype. Actually coming to think of it, my school librarian said that recent studies shows that if you stroke your device and give it a name it will do whatever you want it to do. Apart from gaining the power to create nuclear bombs and destroying the world. I began to softly stoke my computer screen ever so gently and in a seductive voice, ever so whispered said its name

'Oh Jamie...OH...Jamie...Jamie' each time I said my computer (Jamie's name) I sounded more breathless-like I was having some sort of freaky orgasm. Suddenly Si popped up right in the middle of my 'Session' with my computer (Don't look at me weirdly, I'm a nerd! And to be fair it did work)

'Ok' she said awkwardly.
'Don't even.' I replied
'So why did you call me.'
'I just want to say that I'm sorry I was such a Kaka'
'Is that it?' Si said

'No of course not, I also wanted to say-' I started
'Nooooooo. Is that all you can say. That you're a Kaka.'
'No of course not, I'm more than a big pile of poop'
'Hey! That's a footballer you're talking about!' Si shouted in a half joking, half serious tone

'Why would someone name themselves- Ohhhhhhhhh!' I said as I came to realization of what she was pointing at the whole time
'Anyways as I was saying, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?'
'Yes. Of course.'

I grinned happily. I sent Si a blow kiss and closed my laptop. But I needed to do something first.
I went down to the hallway and picked up the landline. I started to dial. 0...2...0...8...3.... I waited for it to ring out before finally some woman with a very tight posh voice answered it.

'Hello, Luton's Free medical services how can I help.'
I put on my most male Iranian voice
'Salaam. My name is Achmed Abdul can I get through to prescriptions.'

She put me on hold
'Hello, this is prescription Services how can I help?'
'Salaam. I was supposed to be delivers 4 bottles of Lorazepam for my... err..... Sleep Apnea?'

She paused. I began to hear chitter chatter and non-stop clicking. Just when I thought I was busted and began to write my obituary, the lady spoke.
'Ok I'm sorry for any inconvenience. I have ordered a batch of Lorazepam to your address. Good day'
I don't know why but I need those pills