When will you be mine?: Chapter5

Like I said before I'm trying as much as I can eno I post this vacation more than half of the story, or at least write it so I wouldn't be too busy to post when school starts. I would appreciate it if I got more feedback also.

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

This wins the awkwardest moment in the history of awkward moments in my life. Even though we weren't doing anything, I'm sure we looked bad.

Alia: ana bes mo fahma leh ma gltoli? 
Basma: waiiit! Dgega ngolik esh?
Alia: ena you love each other!
Aziz: okkay jalsa ttsr3en mrra. E7na ma benna shay! 
Alia: but I saw you two!
Aziz: we're friends? 7tta a8al min friends! We had like few conversations bes!
Basma: once or twice.
Alia: w the dm conversation last night?
Aziz: what the hell! How do you even know about that! 
Alia: you fell asleep while holding your phone. It's my duty as a sister to look through your phone when you do that.

My heart melted a little when she said that, he fell asleep while holding his phone. For me. It's scary how much this guy has an effect on me. 

Alia: ignoring your little supposedly none existent love story, what shall we do?
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana 6fsht mn Paris. 
Basma: meen y6fsh mn Paris?
Aziz: me, obviously. 
Alia: 6yb Mr.3ziz, wen tbena nro7?
Aziz: DISNEYLAND!
Basma: shft! Gltlek enk bzr. 

I stuck my tongue at him, totally forgetting what he did the last time. He held it between his fingers and Alia's shocked look had me laughing. 

Aziz: la t9'7ken w ana mask lsank, that's disgusting.
Alia: we3 3ziz! 
Aziz: I told her, thani mrra tmd lsanha bwreha sh3'lha. 

I tried to talk, and that got him to leave my tongue alone. 

Basma: 5eeer? 3ziz? Bzr ent? 

I was between laughing and being shocked. 

Aziz: I warned you, baby. You never just never listen.
Alia: gltolii ma t7bon b39'?
Basma&Aziz: we don't! 

Alia started nodding her head.

Alia: aha, ok, whatever.
Basma: don't give me that look.
Alia: ay look?
Aziz: elna9'ra 7gt eli ana a3rf shy you don't know.
Basma: exactly! 
Alia: I don't need to explain my look, 3shan what just happened proves it.
Aziz: Girls are so confusing. M3 elsalamh. I'm leaving.

I wanted to tell him that I don't want him to leave, but I can't. 

Basma: 3ziz! 
Aziz: smi?
Basma: hmm wla shy. Bye! 

And now with the awkward part.

Alia: so on the scale of 1-10, how fast?
Basma: freakin' 11.

I wanted to cry. I was falling for him too fast and Alia knows that, and he has the power to hurt me. I don't like that one bit, but I don't get to pick that either. 

Days passed and it was time for us to leave Paris. I was kind of scared of going back to Riyadh. The past month with him was more than amazing, we basically could meet/talk whenever we wanted. Now, it's more restricted. 

As I was putting my clothes into my suitcase, my phone dinged. The sound of the twitter notification now so normal to me, I've been talking to him daily for the past month. More like 24/7. I've been on edge about getting it to the next step, but I don't know how that would work for me. So I did what any girl in my position would do, I bbmed my best friend. 


Bee❊:
Lamooooooooosiii

LF❥:
Wsho bzr ana? -.-

Bee❊:
Mmno3 adl3 my best friend ely mshtagtlha gd ely mla gd?

LF❥:
Hmm :p something doesn't sound right. Wish 3ndek?

Bee❊:
You always knew me so well.

LF❥:
En6giii yallaaaaaa! 

Bee❊:
Okkkeeeeh yrbeh mnik!
Awl shy 3ziz tweeted:
 'سواها قلبي يا حبيبي و حبك.. و أنا عن الحب ناهيه'

LF❥:
WHEN? ;o 

Bee❊:
After I sent him a DM.

LF❥:
Do you think?

Bee❊:
Mdriii mdriii mdriiii!!!

LF❥:
6yb wsho elshy elthany?

Bee❊:
I think I want to take it to the next level.

LF❥:
What is the next level?

Bee❊:
Y3ny I want to add him on BBM.
Is that too crazy?

I waited for her reply. She's taking too long. I have to ping her now. 

Bee❊:
PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

Ween 6rty ya klba?

LF❥:
Sorry, tn7t mn elro3a. Are u sure?

Bee❊:
I guess so. Y3ny leen meta bg3d a7akeh with a letter limit. I think we should've been beyond this step by now a9lan.

LF❥:
Ok 6yb. How much does he know a9ln?

Bee❊:
Mo klshy, y3ny mostly everything. 3n Baba w ki4a. 

LF❥:
5la9 ajl sweha. Bes sweha smoothly, ok?

Bee❊:
6yyyyyb! 

LF❥:
W 3'yri ur dp. 

Bee❊:
Esh a76?

LF❥:
76i eli labsa feha h4ak elwhite dress. 

Bee❊:
MNJDIK ENTY?

LF❥:
Yes. 100%. Yalla go! Go! Go!
W tell me how it goes. 

I switched to the Twitter application, who would've thought ena I wanted to delete the account and now I don't think I could live without it. So I breathed in and opened his DM.

@AAS5:
"Hey baby :p awake?"

Yes, he never stopped calling me that since that day, and I won't even start on what it does to me. Ahhh bes.

@Bee_EH:
"Like always, yes."

@AAS5:
"Wsh tswen?"

@Bee_EH:
"Finishing up packing ;"(</3"

@AAS5: 
"Leaving the city of love so soon? :p"

@Bee_EH:
"Ya5y ast3'rb u knw how much I hate that face w t76a ktheeer -.- Nawi 7rsh?? & Yes we are."

@AAS5: 
"You know you love it :p :p :p. How can u leave the city of love without finding loove??"

@Bee_EH:
"Meen galit ena I haven't found it ;)?"

Oh sh*t. Am I flirting with him? I think so.

@AAS5:
"Meen elmskeen ely 79'ah t3ees?"

@Bee_EH:
"Wa7d ma t3rfa :p."

@AAS5:
"Using the face I see ;)."

@Bee_EH:
"You tend to annoy me. Ilmohim esm3!"

@AAS5:
"N3m ya smo elamirah?"

@Bee_EH:
"Ana b9ik my twitter account so add me on bbm. Pin:2EDXXXX"

AND DONE. BESMALLAH. Why was I screaming in my head? 

Ding!

This is a bbm notification. God, why am I so nervous? 3adi. Mrra 3adi. Sh*t ma glt 7g Alia. 

"Abdulaziz♑ wants to add you to his contact list?
-Accept      -Decline"

I pressed on accept and took a deep breath.  I have officially gone crazy. Oh wait! I didn't change my display picture yet! I clicked on the little square which had my picture, and changed it into the one Lama told me to put. Yup, now I'm 100% crazy. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Ahlaan ahlaaan tw ma nwr<3!

SO CUTE. I should stop fan-girling. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Nwrt b Basmaat 7ayatyy! 

Or I could fan-girl with Lama?

Bee❊:
Hala feek :* 
Mdri shlon yrdon bes I guess mnwr fek?:$

Abdulaziz♑:
Mash ya bnt 9eri mlk3a shwy :p

Bee❊:
I'm perfect the way I am ;).

Abdulaziz♑:
Ha4i 3ad magdar ard 3leha. 

IS HE FLIRTING? MDRI. KEEF ARID. WAAH. 

"Basma mama, 5l9ti shn6tik?"

I was so scared at the sudden-ness of my mother's voice that I dropped my phone. 

Mom: haw, shfeek 7bebti?
Basma: hmm wla shy mama bes 5r3teni.
Mom: smellah 3lek! 
Basma: w ee mama 5l9t packing.

I gave my mother the best smile I could, but guilt was eating me up alive. 

Mom: Sha6ra 7bebty, yalla try to get some sleep 3shan wrana gomah bdri bokra. 

She gave me a  light kiss on the forehead, and just before heading out my phone let out a loud Ding! which signals a new bbm. She bent before I could and got it for me. And before I could stop her she took a glance at my phone.

Mom: Basma! Meen 3bdul3ziz?

Uh-oh.

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter4

I'm trying to post as much as I can because my busy-ness is going to double up. I have a lot of things coming up, so bare with me walla mo g9di akon kitha! W I'm trying my best eny I write the whole story but it looks like a long one.

Thank you for bearing with me. 

Ps,

Please do note ena I haven't exactly used my french in a long time, so I most probably will make mistakes. Sorry. 

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Previously:

And somewhere during that pointless conversation I fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while. Until, I was woken up by my mother.

"BASMA! E97y!"

I shot up from my bed, I had to wait for a few minutes for my head to clear up. Then I realized that I can still hear my mother call my name. So I stood up quickly. 

Basma: hah? Mama?

Mom: Eash ma54a enty gbl ma tnamen?! 7sha nomat a97ab elkahf??

I laughed a little, I was relieved. El7amdelilah, nothing was wrong. My mother keeps looking at me weirdly, though. 

Basma: asfa mama, bes mrra knt t3bana! 

Mom: okk mama 7bebty, bes knt jaya at6mn 3lek l2nk t25rti blnom. Fe shay 9ayer? Fek shay 3'eer!

Basma: whaat? Eash feni?

Mom: t3ali! Gole elomik klshay!

Basma: mama mafeni shay..

Mom: akeed?

Basma: yes mommy.

Mom: wdik n6la3?

"Hind!" 

That was my dad's voice calling my mom. Her face turned into a sad look, guess we couldn't go out now?

Mom: I'm sorry!

Basma: 3adi mama a9ln knt bro7 agabl 3lia! 

Mom: walla?

Basma: yess!

I kissed her forehead gently, and went into the bathroom to wash up. I did my business, and when I went to wash my face I saw the weirdest thing. Now I know why my mother was staring at me! 

I had a huge smile on my face. The kind that won't go away no matter what do I do. And I hoped it would get a bit smaller, so people wouldn't stare at me. 

I poked my cheeks, it wouldn't go away. I tried twisting my face into funny expressions, yet no such luck. Well, I guess I have to live with it. 

I walked into the suite's living room to tell my parents that I'm going out.

Dad: ya j3l halBasma doum 3ala basmat dnyti.

I blushed, no matter how sick or tired my dad is he still wins 'cutest father of the year' award.

 Basma: allah y5alik lina wla y7rmna mnkk ya taj rasii.

I kissed his forehead and my mother's. 

Basma: okk, soo bye mama! Bye baba! Ashofkm lma arj3 enshallah. Love you!

Dad: love you too 7bebti, entbhi ok?

Basma: enshallah! 

~ 

I took a slow sip from my coffee cup and scooted back to comfort in my seat. I was sitting at the farthest corner in a café; I loved to do that kind of thing. Just sitting quietly while observing people, it is kind of creepy but it's amazing how different people are. 

My thoughts get interrupted by a voice I know so well. 

"Vous êtes toujours aussi perdu dans ses pensées Mademoiselle Basma."

Basma: Paul! You still work here? 

Paul: yes, whe3'e else would I go? 

I loved his thick french accent, it's so slick.

Basma: I thought you would be living in the south by now!

Paul: can't affo3'd it, yet.

Paul, is an old waiter he has been working in the café for years now, first as a waiter then as a head manager. Everyone loves him. 

Basma: you have been working on your english! 

Paul: well an owner of a café like this should have good english. Right?

Basma: well done! I don't come to Paris for 2 years, and you own a café. I'm very impressed.

Paul: I would love to stay with you and chat but I believe a very handsome gentleman has been staring for quite a long time.

I blushed automatically at that sentence. Then, I turned around. And no surprise there was Abdulaziz.

Basma: bdet ashek ena you stalk me..
Aziz: wsh drak? Ymkn I am a stalker. 
Basma: you're too cute to be a stalker.

I slapped my hand on my mouth the minute I realized what I said. My blush deepened to shade I never knew can exist. 

Aziz: kl ha4a el6ol wlktof w a9eer cute? 

He even stood up to make his point clear. I was torn between laughing at his face and crying from embarrassment. 

Basma: I'm sorry. You are NOT cute.

He gave a half sexy smirk. 

Aziz: I'm certainly hot. And sexy.

He brushed off his shoulder for emphasis, this guy is too much. I would never admit that he really is, he already has a huge head as it is. 

Basma: wthoogik y4b7ne!
Aziz: have you seen this face baby? Kl a7d ytmnah.

He winked. My stomach did the flip and drop routine it usually does around him.

Basma: too much, dude, too much. 
Aziz: putting my sexiness aside, what are you doing here?
Basma: I'm staring at people. 
Aziz: as if I didn't find you creepy enough..

I gasped and I hit his shoulder. 

Basma: 5eeeeer???

He laughed, and I was barely holding myself back from smiling. His laugh did wonders to me. 

Aziz: amz7 m3aakkk! Leeh ki4a t9dgen bsr3aaa?? Kbrii 3glikk Basoommm!

He was joking, I knew that, but it wouldn't harm to make him suffer shwy. 

Basma: hmmh.
Aziz: agol Basma 9dg z3ltii?
Basma: uhuh.

I wasn't making sense, but hey he doesn't have to know that.

Aziz: tra mo jals afhm.. Please tklmi bw9'o7?
Basma: you already think I'm creepy, so why would you want me to talk to you?

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was suffering. I could see it. And I'm liking every bit of this.  

Aziz: a3'neelk w tr9'een?

I still wasn't going to give him any reaction, but I was barely holding in my laugh.

Aziz: arg9 b3d! 

I raised my eyebrow, as if he would dance in a café in Paris which is filled with 5aleeji-s.

Aziz: wsho mo m9dgtni? 

I watched shocked, as he stood up and started doing a dramatic dance in front of the table. As if all that wasn't enough, he started singing. 

"You tell me you're sorry 
Didn't think I'd turn around 
And sayyyyy
That it's too late to apologizeee!"

I turned as red as a tomato, everyone was staring. It didn't help that he really sounded horrible. 7safa, I always wanted my husband to have a good voice. What the hell? I'm already thinking about marriage?! I should slow down a bit. 

Basma: 5laaaaaaaa9! I forgive you! 

I started giggling uncontrollably, and covered my face with my palms. 

Basma: besss! 5laaa9! Mo kfaya fshltni you totally ruined the song for me, kaman! 
Aziz: ehmegad! You totes ruined the song for me! 

I started laughing harder on his supposedly girly voice. 

Basma: ma atklm ki4a!
Aziz: sure you don't.
Basma: hey, walla I don't!
Aziz: mar7 a5rb elaw9'a3 w ana twi m9l7ha! 
Basma: good choice. 

 I patted him on the head; I'm seriously thinking about tying up my hands. I do the stupidest things around him.

Aziz: wsho bzr ana?
Basma: weeeell
Aziz: for your own sake, la tjawben.
Basma: I thought so.
Aziz: ma glteli ams, did I make you laugh?
Basma: ymkn. 

I gave him an innocent look that showed that I was lying.

Aziz: m3 elasf, magdr ana8esh eln9'ra ha4i. M3 eny adry enik n9aba.

I was about to defend myself, but my phone started ringing. And it was Alia. Sh*t?

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter3

I've been a terrible blogger, and I hope you can excuse me& forgive me:(. I'll try as hard as I can to make it up to you guys. I miss writing so much, but I also miss your feedback and interactions. Think you can give me that back?

Enjoy!

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Previously:
I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.

Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.

I blushed a deep red, and walked inside to the hotel room. I tiptoed quietly into the room and plugged my blackberry into the charger and went inside the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, frsht sajdti w g3dt a9li w ad3i rbi ena y7awl w9'3na ela ela7sn w yktbli 3ziz lw feh 5eer ly. 

I wiped away my tears, and then I sat on my bed. I started tossing and turning on my bed, so I decided to unplug my phone and check it. I had 10 notifications from bbm, and 0 from twitter. I don't even know why I have an account on that site! It's useless. 

 I opened bbm, and scrolled through my recent updates; I checked people's dp-s, statuses and so on. I started going through the chats, and I found a new msg from Alia.

Alia☆:
Basmaaat 7yatyy!

Bee❊:
LOL! That's so cute. Ahln ya glby<3 Eash 3indik?

Alia☆:
Nothing, missed you today :p. What did you do?

Bee❊:
Wla shy g3dt blhotel and tried to write shwy.

Alia☆:
Any luck?

Bee❊:
I'm still stuck on the first line. A7s feni shay abi aktba bes mo gdra aktb!

Alia☆:
OF! Mrra yg'hr lma y9er ki4a. Show me what you wrote up until now?

Bee❊:
يا نعمة النسيان
يا رحمة من الله
أخبريني، لما ندمن الخيال؟
هل لأن الواقع لا يرضينا؟
And then my brain just stopped.

Alia☆:
You're so talented<3, don't worry you'll figure it out. 

Bee❊:
Enshallah. Ewa, enti goleli esh jalsa tswy?

Alia☆:
Wla shy bes g3da m3 3ziz. Btw Basma, brb bro7 el7mam w aji! 

Bee❊:
Tyt!

I locked my phone after Alia said she was going to the bathroom because I honestly didn't feel like talking to anyone yet. I don't even know why I talked to Alia, maybe a part of me hoped that Aziz would be the one I talked to.

Ding!

I just got a notification from twitter. I went through the timeline; and I found that @AAS5 requested followed me. I was confused at first, who was that?

Then I opened the account and I started going through the tweets. I saw the full name and my heart went into overdrive. 

عبدالعزيز بن عمر

Why did he request to follow me? Does he want to take this further? Am I overthinking this? What is this? I stopped thinking about this and accepted him. Also, I followed him back. Estaw3bt ena it's maybe too fast. 

Oh well, who cares. 

I clicked on his displayed picture, my cheeks automatically blushed. How is that even possible? We're not in the same room 7tta! I locked my phone, and threw it on the bed. Do you guys do that when you're scared of what might happen?

I went back to tossing and turning in bed until I heard another:

Ding!

Could it actually be him? I have to unlock the phone's screen to actually find out. Besmilla.

@AAS5:
"9a7ya ;p?"

Yup, it was definitely a DM! Do I reply? Or do I not reply? Where is Lama when I need her! I might cry from this. I have no idea about what to do! So, I did what my gut told me to do. And bbmed Lama. 

Bee❊:
LAMO!
LAMA!
LAMUSI!
LAMA W ZG!

What are best friends if you can't find them when you want them?

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

LF❥:
W zgteen! N33mmm???? 
Wish 3endikkk???
Leeeeh ma t5leny anam in peace o quiet???
LEEEEEEESHHH

Bee❊:
Aflmty nog6a. 
Mmm!! OK esm3i 3ziz FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER

LF❥:
OMGGGG!!! Wesh swety? :00</3

Bee❊:
Follow back?

LF❥:
M 
A
J
N
O
N
A!!!
Did u follow him back 3la 6ol?

Bee❊:
When was I supposed to do it? NEXT WEEK?

LF❥:
Loooooool. Very funny :)

Bee❊:

Esh aswy lik enty w ur stupid ideas. 

LF❥:

So did he mention/DM you ;)?

Bee❊:

Hmmmm :$

LF❥:

HE DID! SPILL YALLAH!

Bee❊:

He dmed w s2lny i4a ana 9ay7a wila la2:$

LF❥:

Did you reply?

Bee❊:

No:$

LF❥:

REDYYY!!! NOWWW!!!

Bee❊:

OKAY OKAY!! Yomaaa mnikk! :p

@Bee_EH:

"Yuppzy!! :D"

I typed and deleted the DM 5 different times because I had no clue on what to send him. So I decided on something very me and very lame. I slapped my hand on my forehead, I don't know what on earth was |I doing, but I'm taking a huge risk. 

I hope to god I don't fall in love with him. 

Who am I kidding? I'm already falling and looks like I don't know if I'll be caught or not. 

@AAS5:

"Yupzy? :p Lol, cute Basma."

He called me cute. Eash m3nat hatha? Does he mean I'm cute cute? Am I over thinking? What do I reply? Why am I feeling like this? 

Ugh!

@AAS5:

"I wanted to check up on you. You weren't looking or feeling good today.."

Awwwwwww. My heart melted a teeny tiny bit. Wah. 

@Bee_EH:

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me."

Shall I add a heart or no? I should, 9a7? I have to. This looks so cold. What if he gets the wrong msg? Oh god. Why. Am. I. Overthinking. This. I'll just add a heart after the dot so it looks more distant. 

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me. <3"

And send. I wanted to lock my phone and throw it across the room but I can't do that for 2 reasons:

a-My parents might wake up.

b-I really really want to see his reply.

He replied nearly a minute later, wow! Either he wants to talk to me as bad as I want to talk to him or he is bored out of his mind. 

@AAS5:

"So, a little birdie told me you write.."

I'm going to murder Alia! 

@Bee_EH:

"I don't. Not much anyway."

@AAS5:

"Will you show me what you write? Or not.."

@Bee_EH:

"Hehe. No."

@AAS5:

"So, Basma. Since you're a woman of many talents what else do you have as a hobby?"

@Bee_EH:

"I dance ballet. If that counts."

@AAS5:

"E5s ya Jessica entyy! Ballet w 7rkat ajal. Do you write in english ba3ad?"

I laughed quietly so I don't wake up my parents. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

@Bee_EH:

"Hate to disappoint, bes my writings bl3rbi :p"

@AAS5:

"7safa kan wdy a6frik zyada.."

@Bee_EH:

"Stop with those dots they're annoying :'(</3"

@AAS5:

"What dots... o:)"

@Bee_EH:

"Trak mrra ma9il! ;p"

@AAS5:

"I made you laugh awal, mo?;p Then 5la9!!"

And somewhere during that pointless conversation I fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while. Until, I was woken up by my mother.

"BASMA! E97y!"

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter2

I wanted to post this chapter ages ago, but I got really sick during the past few weeks. Also, I was going through so much stuff on other levels that no one would imagine. 

Like I said before this is a 100% true story so I hope you guys get excited for this story. I want to set certain days, but I can't because I seriously need to work harder on my grades&school. Thanks<3 

ENJOY

Ps,

Don't forget that the start of this story happened in 2008 (6 years ago) so a lot of things changed. 

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I changed the arm that was holding the shopping bags because it was starting to get painful. I sat on the nearest stool in the shop, and let out a loud "offfh." I've been cranky for the past 3 days, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with a dark eyed model-like 19 year old. I haven't seen him in 3 days, and that managed to make me feel so angry, frustrated, and sad all at once.

Mom: Basma! Esh feki ya mama! Malik 5lg you shop, w bes sakta! Mo 3waydk. Fe a7d m9'aygk?

I felt sorry for my mom, she was the one who had to deal with my moodiness. I wish my sisters were here, then she could've went out with them. 

Basma: it's ok mama, 5ala9. I'm sorry mama adri wallaa eni anrfz w akeed tgolen ya leet Sara aw Fara7 ma3na.

Maybe if my sisters were here, my mom would have more fun. The summer I meet a guy and lose all sense of being logical, one sister decides to be 8 months along pregnant and the other has a 1 month old baby girl, just my luck.

Mom: laa ya mama, la tgolen kitha. Leeh ma tro7in elbeet enti? Shklik t3bana w malik 5lg. 

I sighed, again. And nodded. I really did want to go back to the hotel, I was tired and stressed. I knew my mom was too, but she was good at hiding it. We haven't had an easy couple of months, but they promise it gets better. 

I was lost in my thoughts while walking back to the hotel, the sun glaring on me through the clouds. I tripped on the unbalanced pavement and almost hit the floor face down when a strong pair of arms held me by my elbows. 

Basma: sorry, I wasn't looking where-

And then my mind decided to stop working, and my mouth was wide open. Why does that always happen to me?

Aziz: hi?

He gave me a half smile, and for the life of me I couldn't form an understandable response. I don't know why, but I always seem to forget that I have a tongue that can be used around him. I blushed when I realised that he was waiting for a response. I  looked down at the pavement from embarrassment and I felt his fingers under my chin.

Aziz: look at me, you don't have to be embarrassed or shy.

He gave me a smile that melted my heart, how does he always do this? He doesn't need to do much to unleesh a zoo in my stomach. 

Basma: urmm sorry bes I have 2 left feet! W I keep falling when I'm around you. Tra I'm not a klutz 6ool elwgt bes around you mdri shlon akon-

My jaw fell when I realized he put his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I blushed deep red till the tips of my toes.  

Aziz: ok ok stop babbling and let me walk you to the hotel.

I looked down at my feet in embarrassment and acted as if I was playing with my nails.

Basma: mala da3i.. it's ok.. I-i-i.

Aziz: ok, let's walk and wait on the talking shwy. Eish rayik?

I gave him a small smile that barely matched his. I am getting waaay too comfortable with him around. When we got to the hotel I wished that it would by some miracle be further away. I knew that I was thinking this way because I was wishing I had a little more time with him. We stopped at the hotel's door and he gave me a half smile.

Basma: sooo.. 

Aziz: bro7 ana al7in, if you need anything you'll know where to find me.

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I threw my pen at the empty paper. I'm getting writer's block and I know it's because of my current state of depression. I should go take a walk; I need to let it out, but I can't. 

I took my jacket from the back of the chair, and opened the connecting door between my room&my parents' room.

Basma: baba! B6l3 atmsha w arj3 bsr3a. 
Dad: elbsy ur jacket ya mama la tmr9'en. 

 I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and as I walked away I heard his usual cough that broke my heart. Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. When I stepped out of the hotel I got hit by cold air that gave me goosebumps. 

I stopped by the nearest starbucks to get myself something to keep me warm. I sat on a bench staring at all kinds of people walking by. Business men talking non stop on their phones, in love couples holding hands, families with little children running around. I feel someone sitting next to me but I don't pay it a lot of attention. The minute I heard his voice, I stopped myself from turning to see him. 

Aziz: ana t3bt shwy, fa mar7 ajekm. Ento i6l3o t3sho, don't wait around for me.. yalla m3 elslama 7bebe.. ok abd wla yhmik.  

I pretended like I didn't hear him, ygalkm al7in ana elthgl. I let my fingers circle the top of my paper cup, and continued staring at the people passing by while waiting calmly for him to start talking. 

Aziz: Do you want to talk? 

I smiled at nothing; I knew he would start. He always does. He should get some credit though, it only took him 25 minutes to start talking; I honestly thought he would take less time.

Basma: why would you think ena I want to talk?
Aziz: hmm, jalsa l7alk, m3ak gahwa. Large if I may add too. Mdri 9ra7a shklk ygol I want to talk. 

I let out a long deep breath, I don't think it would be good to lay all my crap on him. So, I shook my head softly. 

Basma: I don't want to talk, yet. 
Aziz: yet? Zeen y3ny I have hope. 

I stuck my tongue out at him in playful way to let the situation lose a bit of its tense-ness. Suddenly, I felt his fingers grip my tongue, and my eyes widened. 

Aziz: gltlik lw mdteh mrra thanya bswy shy mar7 y3jbk! 

When he took his fingers away, I starred at him shocked more than ever.

Basma: 9A7Y ENT? 

He laughed loudly at my reaction. 

Aziz: elmarra ely b3daha I'll cut it off. 

Then he winked and my heart did that stutter dance. I looked at him still shocked, and then I laughed lightly. When I stopped after a while, I let out a loud deep sigh.

Basma: my dad is sick.

I stopped talking for a while waiting for a response from him, but I didn't get any. I looked back at him. He did a thing with his hand where he was basically telling me to go on. 

Basma: like really sick. Brain tumour sick. W ma ndri how much longer does he have, and it's sucking the energy out of mama. Ely she looks old now, she never looked old. My sisters, are constantly worrying which is not good for their babies. And my brother.. My brother is a whole different story. 

I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw his hand with a couple of tissues hovering above my lap. I took the tissues and wiped my tears, and then blew my nose while making the most unattractive sound I'm sure he's ever heard. 

Basma: w aswa2 shy blmw9'o3 kla? No one is telling me anything! Bl9'ab6 ma k2ni bnt'hm. Adri eni a93'r w7da bes mo lhdraja bzr ana ma afhm! Walla at7ml! Ma7b ena they keep babying me. B3den there's this fact eno my siblings keep fighting w ha4a elmw9'o3 jals yt3b omi zyada. 

I stopped talking after I let it all out. 

Basma: I'm so sorry, 6l3t klshy 3lek. Now, I'm pretty sure I have a red swollen nose and eyes to match with it. Ble5 I must look like sh*t.
Aziz: Shaklhm ma galolk ena I like red noses, they're kind of my thing. 

I laughed at his lame attempt to make me feel better, and he gave me his million mega-watt smile. 

Aziz: likk 7ag tz3l thum lik 7ag nra9'eek! Yallaa 3aaad ebtsmi! Wallaaa 7lwaa bes elebtisama a7la. 

I blushed deep red, and looked down while laughing. 

Aziz: ee kitha! Ma b3'aiina! 

I looked back at him and saw that he was giving me that heart stopping smile. Walla w  swaha glbi w 7bik w ana 3n el7ob naheh. 

Basma: urmm.. I better get going, my parents would be waiting. 

I got up and tightened my bag's strap on my shoulder. 

Basma: thank you for listening, and for the tissues. 

I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.

Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.

xo

When will you be mine?: Characters' Description.

Okkk, so I've never done this before. Yarb ysa3dkm blt5ayol<3

Basma:

High cheek bones, naturally tanned, light-brown colored eyes, wide round eyes, long thick lashes, very black hair chopped off hair, thin pale pink lips, thin long nose, and  160 CMs tall, healthy body with prominent collar bones.

Abdulaziz:

(Typical-5aleeji guy.) 190 CMs tall, dirty beard, very short dark chocolate colored hair, 7n6iii, he has one dimple, and muscled guy. 

Lama:

Long curly dark caramel colored hair, almond shaped hazel colored eyes, very thin, 155 CMs tall, full pink pouty lips, with white skin and naturally curled lashes.

Alia: 

Medium length dark chocolate straight hair, wide black eyes, she has a thin upper lip and a full lower one, w 7n6awiya.

If there are more characters I'll try describing them in further chapters!

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter1

Here's the first chapter ;)<3

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I curled the last lock of hair I had in my hand to perfection. For the first time in forever, I actually care about the way I looked, and I knew it had something to do with a certain guy that I always catch looking at me. The connecting door between my room and my parents' room was opened by my mom. I lifted my eyebrow as if to say 'what?'

Mom: Basma, bt6l3en?

Basma: ee, mama.

Mom: bes ya mama ma k2n elwgt t25r shwy 3la il6l3a l7alk?

I looked down at my watch and saw that it said 10:58 PM. It was a little later than usual for me to be out by myself with my friends, but I had to go. I needed to see him. I shook my head to clear up my mind a bit, and smiled at my mom. 

Basma: laa, mama! 3adi! A9ln b6l3 m3 3lia.

Mom: w 3lia ha4i btkon l7alha? 

Basma: la2, omha w 5alt'a bykonon fe! 

Mom: aha, ok. La tt25ren mra! Mar7 anam ela lma trj3en. 

Basma: enshallah ya a7la om! A7bikk! 

I left the room, and gave my mom a kiss on her forehead. My smile was painted widely on my face, and I couldn't stop it no matter what. I've never felt this way before, and it scares and excites me at the same time. 

~

I had a lot of fun with Alia, catching up with old friends is always a blast. Now, I was walking down the street to go back to the hotel. It was chilly, and a bit wet; a typical kind of weather for Paris. I had said my goodbyes to Alia, because even though we stayed at the same hotel it was getting a bit late and I knew mom was waiting for me. I thought that since I'm near the hotel I'd walk to it, instead of getting a taxi. I'm kind of regretting that choice right now because I'm so scared. 

"S'il vous plaît me de l'argent!" (Please give me money)

"Vous êstes si jolie!" (You're very beautiful)

A lot of drunk french men were slurring, and goosebumps appeared all over my limbs. I didn't think the hotel was that far from the cafè we were sitting in. I tried to walk faster, but my steps were too small to make me go any faster than I was. I was thinking of other ways to go to the hotel, because I was going to pass by a group of 5aleeji guys. That fact scared me more than anything, even though I felt a lot safer now that I know there some 5aleejis here other than the drunks.

"Basma!" 

I turned around at the mention of my name. Who was that? Deep down I knew it was him though. I couldn't go wrong; not with the shiver that ran down my spine every time I heard his voice.

Basma: uhhh.. hala!

Aziz: ana 3ziz, a5o 3lia. T4krteni?

Basma: ee, 3bdul3ziz. Akeed t4krtik. 

I was getting a bit uncomfortable since we were having this conversation so publicly, and in front of a group of 5aleeji guys who I am assuming are his friends. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Abdulaziz waving a hand in front of my face.

Basma: sorry! Esh kint tgol?

Aziz: agol leeh tmshen l7alik?

Basma: kint m3 3lia, bes lazm arj3 elhotel 3shan mama tnt9'rni w glt eno madam elhotel greb mala da3i a5i4 taxi w amshi a7sn bes 6l3 mrra y5wf fa mdri. Bes grbt al7in!

My heart did this thing where it stopped beating then started beating too fast when I heard his laugh. It was a deep, very muscular laugh and it set a thousand of butterflies free in my stomach. A blush tinted my cheeks when I realised he was laughing at me.

Basma: ana bmshii..

Aziz: NO! Basma, ent9'ri bw9lk. 

I blushed harder at his very fast reaction; I was very flattered to say the least. I shook my head at him, and turned on my heels. I think it's better if I leave now, so people won't get the wrong idea.

Aziz: Basma! E9bri, please. Mo lazm amshi m3k, wrak 3adi. Ahm shy 3ndi, enik to9alen elhotel besalama. 3shan glbi yt6mn.

I didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but it was. I nodded weakly, because: A- I was scared sh*tless B- He was too cute for me to say no. During the walk he was very quiet that I almost forgot that he was behind me if it wasn't for his light breathing. In a strange way, his breathing pattern calmed me. I decided that I wasn't going to waste a perfectly great chance for me to get to know him because I was shy.

Basma: soo..

Aziz: yeah?

Basma: let's play a game?

I said with a weak smile. Worst conversation starter, ever! He laughed and my heart did that stupid stutter it did; I could barely focus on what was he saying or doing because a whole zoo was being set free in my stomach. I don't think this is a normal crush.

Aziz: ok! Yalla, wsh 3ndik l3ba?

Basma: hmm… 21 questions?

Aziz: 6yb! Bes ana abda.

Basma: okk!

Aziz: fe shy mmno3 as2al 3na?

Basma: ee! Wzni, w… 

I thought about it for a few seconds longer. 

Basma: w drajati! 

And then again, he laughes. 56ar eni amot mn war hlwld w his laugh.

Aziz: nbda basic questions 6yb, question number one favourite colour?

Basma: grey! 

Aziz: leh?

Basma: 3shana blws6 w 5air elomor aws6ha! 

I even winked for emphasis. What on earth was I doing?! Am I flirting with him? I felt like face palming myself but he'd think I'm a lunatic.

Aziz: yalla, basma dorik!  

Basma: question number one isssss…

I stretched out the S for suspense, and because I had no clue what to ask him. 

Basma: favourite hair colour?

He answered without second thought.

Aziz: black, not any black. No, dark black that looks like white or silver under the light.

I automatically turned a deep red from embarrassment, because he was looking my way all the time. 

Aziz: dori yalla, question number 2: favourite book and why?

Basma: tso2 tso2 tso2, so2aleen bWa7d?

Aziz: nop! So2al wa7d ha4a. 

I stuck out my tongue in annoyance at him, and he let out a small laugh. None the less, it made my heart do that stuttering dance it does. 

Aziz: entbhi, lw mdeteh mrra thanya bswi shy mar7 y3jbk.

And this time he gave me a wink, and my heart did a back flip. I looked at my nails to avoid being more embarrassed by him.

Basma: all the books I read are my favourite, because I take a little piece of every book with me whenever I finish it. 

He was quiet for a while after my answer, and I realised he was staring at me. I gave him a weak half smile, and my blush deepened. We reached the hotel in no time, and I was sad in a way. I actually wanted to stay with him for a little bit more, but I couldn't. I turned around to say bye, and saw that he was looking down at his shoes with his hand in his pockets. 

Basma: soo.. bye?

Aziz: bye! Text 3lia or something when you get inside the room. 

Basma: ok enshallah.

I gave him a small wave, and turned around to get into the hotel. 

Aziz: oh w Basma? 

Basma: ewa?

Aziz: bageli 19 so2al for next time. 

Then he winked, AGAIN! I'm starting to like the little back flips, and stutter dances my heart does whenever he's around. 

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter0

NEW STORY! Ok, since I'm doing this you have to promise me enkm ma t7non about posting! Right now I'm traveling, so posting won't be regular. I promise I'll  post whenever I can and you guys have to be considerate since I have school& stuff!

I hope you like it.

Note:
This story is 100% true, it happened to someone very dear to me. This is dedicated for you. I have made a couple of detail changes so the characters in the story would not be revealed.

Enjoy!
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They say that the emotion that breaks your heart is sometimes the very one that can heal it. My name is Basma and I opened my heart enough to love without restraint. I am here to tell you my story and it all started that summer day in 2008 during the festival in Montreux..

"Psst! Lama, jals y6al3 wila la2?" I whispered to my friend, Lama. I tried to look as if I wasn't really paying attention to the model who was shamelessly staring at me. In an attempt to look like I don't care, I ran my fingers through my chopped off black waves.

Lama: i4a g9dk eljamel eli jals m3 a97aba bl6awla eli gdamna, then yes!

A mix of emotions ran through me; it's the 4th day in a row that I've caught him staring at me. I don't know how to feel about that, but my 16 year old body was going crazy with excitement. He was a very good looking guy, probably much older than I am but he was looking at me! I was a thousand miles away when I felt something cold being dropped on me, and my clothes getting soaked. I let out a scream and started chasing after my friend.

Basma: LAMA! Ya 7mara!

We started running around each other and after a while we got tired and sat on the ground. My breath was coming out in short and fast takes, and I was avoiding looking at my friend. I knew that if I looked back at her I would start laughing.

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I put the last item of clothing left on my bed in my bag. Today, we were leaving Montreux and heading to Paris. I usually would be excited about that, but I can't stop thinking about my stranger. It sounds weird, but I feel strangely connected to him. It's either that or my hormones are going crazy, because he's good-looking and I keep catching him stare at me.

Mama: Basma! La ttn7en ya mama. Yalla, 6yartna b3d shwy!
Basma: enshallah, mama.

~

In the plane, I had to sit alone next to a girl my age while my parents sat next to each other. I was angry at first, and then I realised she looked familiar.

Basma: hi?
Girl: ahleen, Basma 9a7?!
Basma: ee urmm asfaa.. bes nset esmk!
Girl: ana 3lia elflani! Knt m3k blmdrsa bes n8lt.
Basma: 3lia elflani! Yrabi mrra mnzman 3nik. Keefik? W keef elmdrsa eljdeda?
Alia: el7amdelilah wallah! it's not bad, bes 8rrt arj3 llmdrsa 3shan ma erta7t fe ha4ek mrra.
Basma: oh!

And we spent a while catching up and talking about random things. A tall broad figure shadowed over us, and I looked up. My jaw dropped, what were the chances that he was on the same plane I was on? During my haziness I missed what 3lia was saying to him. So I turned back at her and gave her the 'do you know him?' look.

Alia: Basma, ha4a o5oy 3bdul3ziz. 3ziz, ha4i 9degti Basma.

That was when it all started..

xo