Right now, I was in the living room, watching Twitches. Baba wasn't awake yet so I was waiting until he woke up so that we can get cleaning. I got up from the movie, remembering to pause, and made myself a bowl of my favorite cereal, Honey Bunches Of Oats or in other words, Honey Bunch. I sat back on the floor (We have no couches anymore😋) and ate my cereal, while watching. I got a text from Dalia.

Dalia: HAIII GURL!

Dalia: r u good?

Dalia: w what happened? :(

yea yea ofc

All over dat

LET'S JUST SAY I WASN'T REALLY OVER IT😑

Dalia: well I'm coming over k?

igt work on z house srry...

Dalia: K I'll welp

Dalia: *help

Before I could even reply, Dalia dashed in. "Why you walk in like it's your house, as if!" I joked laughing. She laughed back. "I mean, you my only sister." She scoffed. *Hair flipppp!*

I went upstairs to Baba, to let him know that Dalia was over "helping" me 🤭.

We spent about an hour, talking about a bunch of different things until I brought something funny up. "So..." I started. She looked at me in confusion. "HOW ARE YOU AND MOHAMED?! And when did you last talk?!" I asked beaming. "Well, FIRST OF ALL, STUFF IT! And second of all...we're um. A thing, I guess you could say that." She whispered. "Oi! No dating in Islam! And you can't "touch" it has to be a platonic relationship, IF you are planning on marrying." I scolded her. Well, you see in Islam, you can't really have the "modern" idea of dating. It's called 'Halal Dating ' by many people. You can't "touch", it has to be a platonic relationship, meaning you can't touch. So basically, if you think of it this way, you kinda have a gf or bf. Just a platonic one. "I know! I know! It's a platonic relationship. Well it isn't really a relationship but lik- aye! Why you askin'?" She asked me, nosily. She slapped the back of my head, running away so that I wouldn't get her back, but that wouldn't stop me😈. I chased her until I hopped on her back. She ran around for a bit then dropped me and I landed butt first, on the hard floor. "Ouch what the-" "Aye no swearing! Harammmmm!" She interrupted me, teasing. "I wasn't gonna swear. You know me. Now, help me up kay?" I said laughing. Swearing and cursing is alto Haram in Islam. The Propjet Mohamed SAAWS said that 'those who curse, taunt or swear are not of me' and by that, he means true Muslims. I couldn't get up. She grabbed my hand and I pulled her down and got up myself. She snickered and pulled me down by my T-shirt. I pushed her and got up. What did I do to deserve a best friend like her?!

We finally started working on the kitchen. "Yo turn some music on." I said, saucing her the remote control for our SONY T.V. "Kay." She said. "Hmm let's see...No Reason...I Want It That Way..Oh there's Waynak by Adam Saleh!" Dalia said, listing some of the songs she saw. She had a HUGE celebrity crush on Adam Saleh and I had one on Harris J. She ended up turning The One by Justin Beiber and DJ Khaled on. "Yesss! I love this song! Do Ya Ghayeb next!" I squealed, while using the hoover. "Aye no! Adam is MINE." She joked remarking Adam Saleh's song, Ya Ghayeb.

After we finished cleaning up a bit and packing stuff, Baba woke up and made eggs for all of us. "Thank you Amu 'Uncle in Arabic' Ayman! Are you a chef? Because your food is legit delicious!" She said, gobbeling her eggs up, like a horse. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the table. "Thank you Dalia." Baba replied. I got a call. Ugh, Marwan. I excused myself from the table and headed upstairs. "Sorry. I have to take this call. I'll be back in a few minutes." I said. Before I reached the stairs, Dalia spoke up. "Say Wallah 'I swear to God'." She smirked. "I ain't gon-" Before I finished my sentence, I remembered that I had to take my call. "I'll go after her." Dalia said to Baba, dashing up the stairs behind me.

"Hello? What do you want, ya ghaby 'Uneducated One'?!" I yelled at him. "Easy, chill. So wassup?" He asked, ever so casually. 😑 just then, Dalia came in. I muted myself. "That little- ugh!" I yelled. "Calm down girl. I know you hate him, but just see what he wants, kay?" She asked. I nodded. AHHHH ILY DALIA!!!!!!! I unmuted myself. "So, whattaya want?" I asked, sooo unamused and bored. "I'm in front of your house. Come out." He said. Ugh asf! "Fine...Can Dalia come with?" I asked. I wasn't just going to GO OUT with MARWAN all ALONE (sorry for the capitals lmao🤡). "Ugh fine." He said.

Once we got into his green lambo, everyone started looking at Dalia and me. They were probably thinking 'What are girls lookin like THAT doing in a lambo with a guy like THAT?' Oh I forgot to describe how Marwan looked. Just picture a troll. Asf Dalia read my thoughts she whispered, "Come on Mariam. Try to be nice." 😳 HOW DID SHE DO THAT??? I rolled my eyes. He had chocolaty brown eyes, curls atop his head, muscles, BIG muscles, skin kissed skin but a little lighter; close to Harris J's but a bit darker. He was wearing one of those tight T-Shirts that make your muscles bulge out and some gray Nike sweats. Tbh, he looked kinda cute. A LITTLE cute. Not too much, but cute. My thoughts were interrupted by 'The one and only.' 😑"So, how old are you Dalia?" Marwan asked. "SHE'S TAKEN." I said, as if it were obvious. SO ANNOYED AT HIM RN😖!!!! "Well nobody asked but, I'm 17." He said. WHAT?! He turned 17?! When- Oh yea I forgot...I went to his party. He he that was two months ago....Wow time flies. Look at how much happened this year so far. I moved, and wow we've been in Canada for half a year now! "Ok hop on out. We're here..." We hopped out as Marwan opened our door. I walked out. "Oh God, forgot my wallet." Marwan said, pouting. I looked at him, sarcastically. "Fine." He frowned, pulling his Gucci wallet out. Dalia awed at the sight of his wallet. "Kay, let's go." Dalia ran off, leaving Marwan and I alone. When we got to the table, she went to the washroom. "So." I started. "So." He said back. Ugh! Why do I have to start this conversation?! "I just wanted to say...Sorry. Sorry for everything I've done. To make you feel hurt or self conscious. Did you feel self conscious?" He asked. "Of course, what do you think?! But anyways, it's ok." I stated. "Really?! Just like THAT?! Ok?!" He asked. I nodded, smiling and he returned the smile. I loved his smile. WOAH. What am I saying? Just then, intentions started playing. "Picture perfect, you don't need no filter, gorgeous make drop em' dead you a killer, shower you with all my intentions, yeah these are my only intentions, stay in the kitchen cookin' up, cut your own bread, heart full of equity," He started singing, along with the song. "Um, you're SIBGING. Out loud. What's up with you?" I asked him. What, I felt awkward! "I'm singing the song. Do you got a problem?" He said, saying the last part a little roughly. "No, no I'm fine." I said back, a little offended by his tone. "I swear, you're so sensitive Wallah 'I swear by Allah'." He said, rolling his eyes. "Hey! It's ok to be sensitive and WHEN did I ever say I was offended?!" I said. He stood up and then I stood up. He sat back down. "Kay sit." He mumbled. I just stood. "Sit!" He repeated. "I'm not your wife; and even if I was, you don't tell me what to do!" I walked away. And Dalia ran after me, coming back from the washroom. I started crying a bit. "What's wrong?! Mariam?!" She asked, a little worried. "Just call an Ouber please." I said, sniffling. "Hey! Wait! Wait Mariam, wait I didn't mean it! I was just in a bit of a mood today!" Marwan cried behind. THEN WHY DID HE TAKE US OUT?! We hopped into our Ouber and left home.

-OMG! What's going on? This chapter started off so happy doe....btw jus wanna k, who ACC reads the Author's Notes at z end?!😂🤡 anyway, PLZ vote n comment! Omg ily ! Will this be the day u read my book?!😢 btw it mentions Adam Saleh n Harris J in this chapter!!!!!