The curse of curves 5

I still didnt know which one was Aya and which one was Shatha. Aya did mention she wouldnt wear a 3abbayeh, but she may have changed her mind.

The straight brown hair girl looked around untill she spotted me, and she stared. I didnt know what to do, so i looked away. When i peaked again, she was still staring then she smiled and nudged the girl beside her.

"ouuuccchhh" the other girl whimpered.

The brown haired girl smiled again at me and started walking towards my table.

"Faris ?"

I sucked in my breath, unable to breathe. Unable to believe she was there.

"2eeh" i chocked on my own words. She is making me go crazy.

My Aya. My love. My heart. My soul. My wife. Weeeh ba3ad tafkeeri sar b3eeed ;/

"how are you !" she asked excitendly. Her smile widened more. It litreally toke over her whole face, and my god her smile was amazing.

I didnt reply, i just started at her.

She was worth it, worth the tears i cried for her.
She was beautiful, with flawless skin. Her skin color was amazing, she was tanned like me but her tan was diffrent, she looked stunning. She looked like heaven itself. Her hair, oh how i thought of feeling them between my fingers.

Her eyes, how they struck me and how they made me feel passion. For 5 minutes, we stared at each other sinking deeply in our thoughts, examining our faces carefully.

Her smile began fading away. My heart, wanting to explode out of my chest, wanting to reach her and hold her in my arms.

"one vanilla frappuccino with extra chocolate sauce" The Starbucks waiter yelled.

She turned around, hurrying to get her frappuccino.

I had a chance to look at the back of her body, i looked at it like a hungry man desperate for food, it was exotic, it was amazing, it was a curse of curves, but i stopped fantasizing about it. I didn't want my blood rushing to a certain place.

I cleared my throat when i saw her coming towards me.

I stood up. Isn't that what a gentleman would do these days ?

She laughed.

"Faris" she said looking into my eyes. "i cant believe we're finally meeting up !"

"2eh me too Aya" looking at the floor in a shy manner.

"oh Shatha is getting her drink and she'll join us" she said looking over at Shatha.

Shatha stood where the counter is till they called out her order, and when she turned around.

well lets just say when she turned around she knocked me down.

She was stunning, a mixture of a spanish saudi look. Her thick texture of hazel curls bouncing as she moved, no she wasnt moving she was dancing. Her hips made this attractive movement when she walked.

I looked at her, and she smiled, her lips were pink pouted and full.

I cleared my throat again. "why dont you sit down Aya" Smiling at Aya and taking my eyes off of Shatha.

"inshallah !!" She said happily "ta3ali Shushu sit here beside me"

Shatha did what she was told to do, without saying a word.

"so, how are you ?" i asked taking a sip from my mocha, still looking at her eyes.
"oh im great ! Very excited to see you !" she replied smiling.

I loved her smile.

"it9adgeen, i kept thinking of how you'd look, but when i saw you now, i hated myself for thinking of your looks in the first place, im not saying i thought u were ugly but ya3ni, u look ... mashalah" I was blabbering, i was nervous.

"so i look mashalah hhhmmm ?"

"NO ! YES ! mashalah, i mean, mashalah, pretty"

"you think im pretty Faris ?"

"yes Aya"

"your handsome too"

I looked away, i couldn't look at her, i was too shy.

"your eyes, they're violet"

I looked up to be pleased that Aya ... oh wait, SHATHA NOTICED ?

She was staring deeply into my eyes, and i was staring at hers. She had hazel colored eyes and thick eye lashes. Mashalah,  i said to myself, she was even more prettier than Aya but ofcourse i'd never say that out loud

Aya cleared her throat. Shatha continued sipping her drink and began typing into her blackberry.


"i love you" I managed to say, forcing my eyes to look away from Shatha and into Aya's. Why in gods name am i staring at the cousin and not the GIRLFRIEND !

She blushed, she has dark skin but her cheeks went pink in color. For an hour or so, we talked and talked.

When she announced that she had to leave my chest tightened. Now ? Does she have to leave now?
But i want her, i want her so very much. Or did i want Shatha ? Through my conversations with Aya, she never once looked up at me, every 5 minutes i glanced over at Shatha to check if she was looking. But she wasnt, she was just typing into her blackberry and sipping her drink.

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As weeks progressed so did our love for each other!
We met up at least once or twice a week, we spent hours on the phone doing our homework together, me helping her since she was a year younger than me. We spent hours fighting, and hours crying. Hours flirting and hours teasing.
It was as if we were made for each other!

By the time it was january, we had completed 5 months. It seemed 5 years to me.
I registered for a school Geography Trip to Turkey. When i told Aya about the two week trip, she bursted in tears.

"no Faris, dont leave me please, Faris no, i cant live without you please no please"

After a couple of days of explaining and convincing her that i wont flirt with any girl. She accepted.
I would miss her, but i really did want to go on the trip.
And for two weeks out in the cold breeze the only thing that i remembered was not Aya's voice, but Shatha's laughter. And maybe, just maybe

I
Could
Be
Falling
In
Love
Again.