He then added to his words before I had the chance to reply, "I'm not 17 years old."
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"What do you mean you're not 17 years old?" I replied in frustration.
"Listen, I must get on the plane. I'll talk to you when I land." he told me.
"Alright, don't forget!" I said back.
"Oh and Ghaneya?" he asked.
"Yes?" I answered.
"I love you." he replied.
I smiled after I read the 3 words.
"I love you too." I said.
He probably switched his phone off since I received no reply whats so ever.
My phone buzzed. I grabbed it to see if Fouad said anything, but it was Malak calling.
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Hey, listen you've got to come over, the girls are here. Sleep over too, okay?" she said.
"Okay, I'll get back to you once I ask my father." I told her.
I wasn't in the mood of a crowded place. I wanted to be alone, wait for Fouad to talk to me, and stuff myself with cold, vanilla ice cream. I was not in a very good mood after he told me he wasn't 17. Could he be younger? If he is, it sure is gonna be awkward! A frown grew on my face right after I really read in between the lines.
I walked slowly down our marble stairs and entered my dad's office and approached him. I asked him if I could go to Malak's, he agreed and then realized I was disappointed from my pale looking face.
"What's wrong darling?" he come closer to me and rubbed my naked arm.
"Nothing. Bad mood, that's all." I replied in a low voice.
"So, how's Fouad? Is he doing alright?" he questioned.
My father would not condone me to speak to him if I have told him he lied about his age.
I wouldn't want to tell him he traveled to Lebanon either. He might think of him as a freak leaving his country in the middle of the school year.
"He's fine." I acted normal as if nothing has happened.
"Well that's good. How old is he anyway?" Oh no. Did he have to ask me that?
I'm not sure dad, he's been lying to me about his age.
I wish I could come clean, but I just couldn't, I couldn't!
"17, why are you asking?" I lied to my own faithful father.
"Just curious." he smiled to me.
I exited his office and entered my room to change and pack.
-
"Ghaneya! Hey! Come here, everyone's waiting for you." Malak said as I entered her cozy house. It was like a second home to me.
She grabbed my hand and we went towards her living room where I saw Munya, Mayyar, Rania, and Layyan all sitting on her checkered carpet.
Munya didn't act the same. She would regularly run up to me and give me the biggest hug. But no, this time she didn't.
I greeted them, sat down, and grabbed a handful of popcorn they were eating, and began watching a horror film.
It wasn't scary at all. The rest were frightened and horrified.
I got up from my seat and pulled Malak and entered the nearest room.
She might be more understanding than Munya. I needed to tell her.
I decided to keep his age thing to myself.
I told her that Munya flipped out on me once I told her about the phone call. Malak seemed angry too at first, but she understood in the end. I think they should be happy for me. I finally found someone who I truly love and loves me back.
"Just whatever you do, Ghaneya, don't let him become an obsession." she warned me and walked off.
-
It was 2 AM and the girls were all fast asleep on their mattresses. Insomnia hit me. My eyes forced me to stay awake and my brain forced me to think about Fouad.
You are a bad person. You are talking to some guy that is lying about his age. How could you, Ghaneya? How could you?! You stopped paying attention at school, stopped going to hangouts with your friends, and most of all, lied to your own father and betrayed him.
I refused to believe everything my conscious was saying and instead to check my phone to get my things off my thoughts.
Nothing from Fouad.
-
2 days passed since Malak's house and Fouad had not spoken to me yet. I started to feel worried. What if something happened to him, or what if the plane crashed? Thoughts began running all over my mind horrifying me even more.
It was my relaxing day today, Saturday. As usual, I chilled at home. I spent most of my time in the kitchen eating. I was going through a depressing phase. Not a day went by without Fouad and I not speaking.
For the passed 2 nights, I've been crying myself to sleep, for no apparent reason. Even the night I slept over at Malak's. I sobbed quietly. I guess every girl would cry if their lovers didn't speak to them, right? Not only did he lie to me about his age, but he also told me he would be calling me every night.
Nothing.
All I did today was lay on my bed, not touching my phone, no matter how many calls I received, but instead stared at my white ceiling for 3 straight hours, thinking of the first day Fouad and I talked.
By the time it was 11 PM, I checked my phone.
Fouad DMed me all of a sudden.
"Okay, so here it goes.."
-
"What do you mean you're not 17 years old?" I replied in frustration.
"Listen, I must get on the plane. I'll talk to you when I land." he told me.
"Alright, don't forget!" I said back.
"Oh and Ghaneya?" he asked.
"Yes?" I answered.
"I love you." he replied.
I smiled after I read the 3 words.
"I love you too." I said.
He probably switched his phone off since I received no reply whats so ever.
My phone buzzed. I grabbed it to see if Fouad said anything, but it was Malak calling.
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Hey, listen you've got to come over, the girls are here. Sleep over too, okay?" she said.
"Okay, I'll get back to you once I ask my father." I told her.
I wasn't in the mood of a crowded place. I wanted to be alone, wait for Fouad to talk to me, and stuff myself with cold, vanilla ice cream. I was not in a very good mood after he told me he wasn't 17. Could he be younger? If he is, it sure is gonna be awkward! A frown grew on my face right after I really read in between the lines.
I walked slowly down our marble stairs and entered my dad's office and approached him. I asked him if I could go to Malak's, he agreed and then realized I was disappointed from my pale looking face.
"What's wrong darling?" he come closer to me and rubbed my naked arm.
"Nothing. Bad mood, that's all." I replied in a low voice.
"So, how's Fouad? Is he doing alright?" he questioned.
My father would not condone me to speak to him if I have told him he lied about his age.
I wouldn't want to tell him he traveled to Lebanon either. He might think of him as a freak leaving his country in the middle of the school year.
"He's fine." I acted normal as if nothing has happened.
"Well that's good. How old is he anyway?" Oh no. Did he have to ask me that?
I'm not sure dad, he's been lying to me about his age.
I wish I could come clean, but I just couldn't, I couldn't!
"17, why are you asking?" I lied to my own faithful father.
"Just curious." he smiled to me.
I exited his office and entered my room to change and pack.
-
"Ghaneya! Hey! Come here, everyone's waiting for you." Malak said as I entered her cozy house. It was like a second home to me.
She grabbed my hand and we went towards her living room where I saw Munya, Mayyar, Rania, and Layyan all sitting on her checkered carpet.
Munya didn't act the same. She would regularly run up to me and give me the biggest hug. But no, this time she didn't.
I greeted them, sat down, and grabbed a handful of popcorn they were eating, and began watching a horror film.
It wasn't scary at all. The rest were frightened and horrified.
I got up from my seat and pulled Malak and entered the nearest room.
She might be more understanding than Munya. I needed to tell her.
I decided to keep his age thing to myself.
I told her that Munya flipped out on me once I told her about the phone call. Malak seemed angry too at first, but she understood in the end. I think they should be happy for me. I finally found someone who I truly love and loves me back.
"Just whatever you do, Ghaneya, don't let him become an obsession." she warned me and walked off.
-
It was 2 AM and the girls were all fast asleep on their mattresses. Insomnia hit me. My eyes forced me to stay awake and my brain forced me to think about Fouad.
You are a bad person. You are talking to some guy that is lying about his age. How could you, Ghaneya? How could you?! You stopped paying attention at school, stopped going to hangouts with your friends, and most of all, lied to your own father and betrayed him.
I refused to believe everything my conscious was saying and instead to check my phone to get my things off my thoughts.
Nothing from Fouad.
-
2 days passed since Malak's house and Fouad had not spoken to me yet. I started to feel worried. What if something happened to him, or what if the plane crashed? Thoughts began running all over my mind horrifying me even more.
It was my relaxing day today, Saturday. As usual, I chilled at home. I spent most of my time in the kitchen eating. I was going through a depressing phase. Not a day went by without Fouad and I not speaking.
For the passed 2 nights, I've been crying myself to sleep, for no apparent reason. Even the night I slept over at Malak's. I sobbed quietly. I guess every girl would cry if their lovers didn't speak to them, right? Not only did he lie to me about his age, but he also told me he would be calling me every night.
Nothing.
All I did today was lay on my bed, not touching my phone, no matter how many calls I received, but instead stared at my white ceiling for 3 straight hours, thinking of the first day Fouad and I talked.
By the time it was 11 PM, I checked my phone.
Fouad DMed me all of a sudden.
"Okay, so here it goes.."
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