No Boundaries: Chapter1.

When inspiration hits at 1:28AM, what do you do? You get up, open the laptop, and write. 

Been a while since I wrote, and I miss it so much! I have tons of work to do, but I'm trying to make time for my hobbies. This story is a whole lot of things. It's about love, games, lies, family, friendships, and finding yourself. Okay so rules have to be made, I'm extremely busy with university and studying. I tried writing as much of the story as I could, but I didn't exactly meet the deadline I set for myself, but I promised you guys to post the story on a certain date so I will post it. Also please give me feedback!

Enjoy!

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I woke up automatically at 6:30AM as if I wasn't on a vacation, and I tried as hard as I could to go back to sleep, but it didn't work. At 7:14 I was dressed and ready, even though I had no where to go. I opened the door to the apartment, and walked out of the building. After seeing that everyone awake was either on their way to work or school and some were out jogging, I decided to just go to the nearest starbucks. I went in, and the guy behind the counter 'Thu' smiled automatically at me, and I waved back. He started working on my usual order and I found a table to sit in. The only seat I found was one in a far corner in front of the window, so I took it. Sadly, I'm not exactly the most sociable person, I only have one close friend, her name is Lulu and she is the exact opposite of me. So, I don't have many people to talk to at this time of the day, or any time of the day anyway. Strangely enough, even though I was a bit of a social outcast in real life, I had a ton of friends on social media websites. I know it's not enough, but I have serious attachment issues, my only best friend is Abdullah, who is also my boyfriend. I started staring out the window, and I was lost in my 17th dream when I was engulfed with the smell of caramel and coffee. 


I looked up and smiled to the sweetest waitress I have ever met, and asked her if she could sit down. Sadly, it was rush hour so she couldn't. I wrapped my hands around the steaming cup of deliciousness, and as if I wasn't weird enough I inhaled deeply the addictive smell of coffee and sweetness. Suddenly, someone who seemed to stand out from the crowd passed by the window. I don't know what was it exactly but something made my eyes follow him. I was brought back to the place I'm in by hearing my ringtone. It was 8:20 already! Wow, time does fly by when your mind drifts. 

Mama Calling

I let out a sigh, she probably woke up and noticed that I went out. 


Areen: hala?

Mom: mama Areen weenk!

Areen: sorry mama nseet agolk gbl a6l3, gmt bdri w nzlt atmsha..

Mom: aha, 6yb ana brj3 anam shwy, e4a rj3ti elshiga la t6l3en a9wat. 

Areen: ok!

Mom: i love you.

Areen: me too..

I clicked off, and then my phone rung again. Can nobody get any peace or quiet anymore? 

Abdullah Calling

Great, exactly what I needed. I want nothing more than to ignore this call, but I can't.

Areen: heyo!

Abdullah: hala bglby w ro7yyyyy


Oh wow, as if it couldn't get any better I get drunk Abdullah.

Areen: 3bdullah! 9a79e7 b3den t3al klmni! B3den elsa3h 2 elfjr 3ndkom bLA! Wsho twk raj3 elshiga?

Abdullah: ee.. babe!

I sighed.

Areen: hala..

Abdullah: tell me something that will make me go to bed happy...

I felt my whole body get covered in goosebumps from his tone. Lately, the Abdullah I fell in love with and made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, vanished. Now, there was only this disgusting piece of trash, with the lowest morals in the world, and the worst part is I can't find it in me to break up with him. I still have hope that the guy I fell in love with will come back. 

Areen: get your sh*t together then come talk to me! 


And I slammed the phone on the table, loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, and at that moment that guy that my eyes followed when he passed by the window went in. He looked at my funny and I blushed the darkest red. I quickly got up and slammed 5 pounds on the counter closest to Thu. 


So as you all might have guessed, I'm in a relationship with a horrible terrible guy who studies in L.A. The sad part is, he wasn't like that when we first met. We actually first met, when I was 14 and he was 16, we were sitting on the steps leading to my apartment in London. My parents were only just divorced, and he somehow seemed to ease the pain. He was sweet, considering, funny, and everything I needed at that time. We started out as friends, and he even met my mother. Then we took to another level a year later. Now, here I am 21 years old, fresh out of  university, thank god for summer courses! And that sweet perfect guy who I fell in love with, first started drinking, and lost his father and his best-friend in the same year, and then dropped out of university. It's been 2 years and he only keeps getting worse, whenever I try reasoning with him he keeps saying how he inherited millions, companies, and investments that he could live off for the rest of his life. 

I'm pretty sure any sane person would've broken up with him after he became the lowest of lows, but I couldn't find it in me to do so. He was there for me when I was going through the toughest time I ever had, how can I not be there for him? Also, to be fair, when he isn't drunk he isn't bad. 

Through all this thinking I didn't realise that I was standing in front of the door totally zoned out. I opened the door and sighed. 

Mom: AREEN!

I took a deep breath, I love my mother, really, but she could be a bit too controlling at times. 

Areen: smi? 

Mom: wsh rayk t9b3'en sh3rk ash blonde? Aw bronde?

Did I mention that my mom worked in fashion too? So she was always into the newest trends, and I know she secretly wished that I was a girl who is interested in being extremely stylish. I know how to dress up, but I don't like to do it, a lot. 

Areen: Mama! 3ajbni sh3ri the way it is! 

Mom: bes, the blonde you have on now doesn't suit you anymore. 

I know, but Abdullah likes it. I might wear a lot of stuff that he likes, don't ask me why, I'm very much a feminist but you know I want to look good for him. 


Areen: let's discuss it later. So, esh swety ams? 

Mom: shopping, coffee with those horrible ladies that I call friends, then more shopping, and then lunch with 5altk 3abeer, and- oh! Shftlk shoes, you'll love them. 

Areen: walla?!

I got excited about shoes, that is probably the only thing I have in common with my mother. My excitement couldn't become more than this, but it doubled when I saw the gorgeous nude coloured winged Giuseppe Zanotti sandal heels. 


Areen: oh mama, it's gorgeous!

I almost cried at how beautiful it is, I know they're shoes to some people but to me they were pieces of art. 

Mom: want to know the best part?

Areen: what?!

Mom: I bought your size in all 4 colours!

Also another thing I share with my mom, the wasting of money. 

Areen: MAMA! We said we will try to become more 'economic' and try to 'save money'. 

Mom: el5eer el7mdellah wajd, so we don't have to save money! 9adgeni!

Areen: 'kay. 

Mom: b.t.w-

Areen: not cool mama, mara not cool. 

Mom: okkk, by the way, ubok yb3'ak tro7enla blriya9' as soon as we arrive in Jeddah. 

Areen: walla?!

I was probably a bit more excited than my mother hoped I would be, but I missed my dad. Their divorce tired me out, especially since I was an only child, but the minute I decided to move with my mom to Jeddah I could feel and actually see my dad's heart break. He remarried soon after we moved and he had 2 daughters, they were twins, and the cutest ones to be honest. I was glad that my dad moved on with his life, but somehow I had a feeling that he was never really over my mom. Even though she was very over him, she always told me that she felt suffocated when she was with him. Their divorce might have been the hardest thing I ever went through but I know it was for the better.  


Mom: you know that he loves you more than anything, and you picking me over him really broke his heart.

Areen: adri, bes you're my mother and I couldn't leave you alone. 


I kissed the top of her head, and she suddenly stood up.

Mom: yalla! 5n6l3!

Areen: ok let me just grab my bag!


Mom: ki4a btlbsen?

I looked down at what I was wearing, what was wrong with it? I had light washed off ripped jeans paired with a button down worn out black shirt I got from Abdullah, and the most beautiful but also painful Valentino studded black heels. 

Areen: the shoes are pretty!


Mom: true..

Areen: yallaa let's go! 


Mom: at least wear the bag I bought you yesterday, pleaseee!

Areen: no, it's way over the top mama.


We walked out of the apartment and my mother was still begging me to wear a fancier bag, and clothes that didn't make me look homeless and I was absent-mindedly nodding my head to her rant while I was typing a very angry text to Abdullah. When suddenly I ran face first into someone who was walking in front of me. I should never text and walk. 

Areen: ouch.

?: sorry, ma shftch. 

I looked up, and up, and up, and up, and until I couldn't crane my neck anymore to see that guy from the coffee shop. How did he know that I am Khaleeji?! And how on earth is he so tall?! He looked normal while I was sitting. 

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