<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:47:54.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*;Somewhere Only We Know</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-4776495399781574484</id><published>2009-11-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:04:45.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Sixteen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry if I bore people cause of this :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 stood there, in front of her dresser, her long curls were intact, her red lipstick wasnt smudged, and her eyeliner wasn't seeping. That's the way she was, and the way she knew she would always stay, picture perfect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She wore her washed up skinny jeans and cocktail top with a jacket, which she wasn't planning on taking off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She suddenly saw her phone flashing followed by her "Down" ringtone. Fara7 stood with a smile on her face, waiting for her favourite part to come up, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love this part! &lt;/i&gt;thought Fara7, she was so into the song that she almost forgot about the fact that her phone was ringing. She quickly stopped nodding her head to the music and answered as fast as she could.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alou?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dude, you're favourite part was over like 20 seconds ago what took you so long?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nothingg" said Fara7 sighing dreamily...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uhmm...ok? I'm outside. Nzlay ta7at laa kaf ok?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana wasn't in the mood to wait, she wanted to get there as soon as possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Fara7 got into the car and slipped into her seat, she glanced over at Jana -  who by the way looked stunning. She was glowing! She had on a puffy white shirt and dark jeans, but more importantly she had a beautiful smile from one ear to the other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I hate you..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What? Why?" Said Jana confused,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" You look STUNNING! S3oud is never gonna notice me!" Asnwered Fara7 pulling a sad face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fara7, I don't look half as good as you. And it doesn't matter what i wear, it's obvious S3oud's into you.."She went on, she really wanted her cousin to be happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 smiled at Jana, and gave her a kiss on her cheek.Jana felt something sticky attached to where Fara7 had previously pecked, she looked over at the mirror to see that Fara7 left an extremely clear mark from her bright red lipstick. Jana reached over to smudge it off when Fara7 grasped her hand quickly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Laa2!" Hissed Fara7,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Laish?!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It looks sexy!" Said Fara7 devilishly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow, SOMEONE'S in a good mood tonight, &lt;/i&gt;thought Jana as she smirked at her cousin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef glanced at the door for the 24th time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I SO know it's Fara7!&lt;/i&gt; Thought Yousef to himself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dude ..chill." Said S3oud to Yousef, who was kept tapping his foot annoyingly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I can't , I can't really wait..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While on the other hand S3oud wanted to wait more than anything, he wasn't really up for this dare. He knew that Fara7 was probably a nice girl though he didn't know her well, he just wasn't in the mood to play games...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OUF ! That's it i'm calling her!" Said Yousef in a frenzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gltlk have patience!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" I can't , I can't , I can't I c...Holy mother of everything great..." He said in trance as he saw to precious looking diamonds walk in the room...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unconciously, both S3oud and Yousef stood up slowly, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and said together,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"H-h-h-hi Jana, H-h-h-h-h-h-h-ii Fara7..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-4776495399781574484?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4776495399781574484/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4776495399781574484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4776495399781574484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-sixteen.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Sixteen]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-2789287317528855791</id><published>2009-11-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:19:41.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Fifteen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We switch over to the guys :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I CAN NOT believe you actually agreed to spend a minute with that pychotic clone of a girl!" Screamed Yousef at his best friend in the car,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud just laughed,"Dude, they both sound nice. And it won't do us any harm ya3ni..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No harm?NO HARM? Believe me,when Fara7 is involved...harm MUST be done !"He yelled,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"3ala il a8al try going out again. May9eer bas ta7kir nafsk bl bait...it's unhealthy. W after what happened ya3ni you should..."S3oud tried to continue but was cut off by Yousef,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"DON'T bring it up S3oud, I went through hell forgetting about it...It'll be hell remembering it again." Said Yousef staring at his feet...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Man, i'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that I.."But once again S3oud was cut off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's alright...anyways...which one do you like?" Suddenly asked Yousef,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud was shocked by Yousef's question, quite shocked that he forgot about the red light they had stopped at perviously, which had turned green and in no time at all all the drivers behind them had begun to gang up on them. S3oud quickly regained his thoughts and stepped on the pedal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What?"Replied S3oud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I said, which one of them do you like?" Repeated Yousef.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't even know them, isn't that the whole point of going out? Getting to know them?"Explained S3oud...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Be honest. Yeah okay, you don't know them, but which one of them would you prefer?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't know really, they're both cute."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly Yousef looked around as if he was checking that no one was there, although it was quite a silly thing to do since they were in a closed car, and he leaned in closer to S3oud...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud on the other hand was busy driving , but he could see Yousef from the corner of his eye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Listen S3oud, it seems to me that Fara7 likes you.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud took his eyes off the road and glanced at Yousef in shock,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You think so?" He said trying to maintain his balance on the road.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah, don't tell me you're interested?" Groaned Yousef,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yousef, gltlk...I don't know her!" Said S3oud for the last time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Inzain, I DARE YOU to "get to know her" -which you eventually will. And ask her out.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NO NOT AGAIN!"Sighed S3oud...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him an Yousef took dares EXTREMELY seriously, it was something they always did as kids...they dared eachother to do things, and not ONCE did neither of them turn down a dare. NEVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Come on S3oud, I only picked her cause she's a challenge... TRUST ME, I know" Said Yousef,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And ya3ni you have nothing to lose. It'll be easy cause you don't LOVE HER !"Whined Yousef, he knew how to get to poeple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud remained quiet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"S3oud...? Yalla bro..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fine, i'll do it.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And he looked at Yousef and they both gave a small chuckle as if they had their own private inside joke, and drove back home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-2789287317528855791?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2789287317528855791/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='1 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2789287317528855791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2789287317528855791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/11/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-fifteen.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Fifteen]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-6790395976366513655</id><published>2009-10-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:38:04.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Fourteen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey guys, sorry i haven't posted anything for a while,been busy:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ILOVEYUTAMARA;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WHAT?!"Cried Yousef, he looked over to see a smile drawn on Fara7's face, from one cheeck to the other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Umm, that's ....really nice of you,Jana. I would love to, get to know you guys a little better." S3oud said while sneaking a peek at Fara7's gorgeous face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Trust me, you don't want to know this one..."Yousef snickered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What a jerk" thought Fara7 as she boiled inside...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well that's settled, let's go out!" Cried Jana before anyone could have any second thoughts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Where'd you wanna go?"S3oud asked Fara7,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh GOD ! Can he get anymore perfect?!" Thought Fara7 to herself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whilst Fara7 went on dreaming about what COULD be, Jana had to focus on what was happening NOW. They had all agreed to meet at Fridays at Marina Cressent. And Jana could still not get over what she had just done, she had invited out two strangers she barely knows out to dinner at Fridays...and she was pretty sure there was going to be murder involved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OH MY GOD JANA ! I-I-I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR !" She yelled , echoing across the empty living room...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana stared at her cousin in aw. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm sorry. YOU? HAVE NOTHING? TO WEAR?" She said with bulging eyes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"YEAH!" Shrieked Fara7,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No 7ayatii, Believe me, you have plenty"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"and how would YOU know?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Cause i've seen yur closet, correction...CLOSETS"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 then gave a devilish grin, " But what can I do Jana? Ya3ni do you blame me for being nervous?! S3oud is HOTT!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana just stared at her cousin, wasn't Fara7 supposed to be the responsible one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" I mean, that gorgeous body, and those sexy eyes!" Fara7 continued...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fara7! Can you get you're head out of the clouds for a moment? We have a little speed bump ahead..." Said Jana in a worried tone...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Speed bump? By the way things are looking, its more of a disaster...called Yousef."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-6790395976366513655?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6790395976366513655/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart_26.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/6790395976366513655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/6790395976366513655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart_26.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Fourteen]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-7525782335752249610</id><published>2009-10-07T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:14:05.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Thirteen]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud blinked, once,twice, many many times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He knew what coincidences were, this wasn't a coincidence, it was beyond that...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"H-H-H-Hi, S3oud..." repeated Jana. "Oh God, did I just greet him twice?!" She yelled at herself deep inside as she blushed like crazy. What were the odds? S3oud, the guy she shared an extremely random conversation with about food yesterday, lands on her doorstep in some twist of fate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 couldn't blink, no way could she ever blink at the sight of THAT! He was so, manly. And &lt;i&gt;chizzled&lt;/i&gt;. She slid herself seductively close to where S3oud was standing, trying hard not to look so eager,"Jana! Yalla don't stand there, we have to go.." She said looking S3oud dead in the eyes. And surprisingly he didn't do what she knew most guys would do. What she expected them to do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most guys smile and nod, probably thinking about what they were gonna come up with to tell their friends about this chick that was staring at them and wanted them so bad, then chase her till she plans on committing suicide.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But S3oud didn't appear to be doing that, he just stared at her back, nothing in his eyes said that he was maybe enjoying it,he was just blank, then looked away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 was shocked, she never got that kind of feedback from a guy before. Fara7 wasn't the type to flirt, or to flirt back for that matter, even though she also looked extremely attractive. With black hair and sharp cheekbones on a thin frame, it was safe to say she could easily pass for being a model.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Back to the subject, when Fara7 , on the rare occasions, scratch that...EXTREMELY SCARCE OCCASIONS, would flirt, she expects the guy to melt down in his shoes, and she was never disappointed. Until now...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S3oud, on the other hand, realized that he hadn't said a word. And thought it would be better to break through the awkward atmosphere,"Um, Jana?..." He said, he certainly didn't expect to see her while picking up Yousef. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah...It's great to see you!" She said as she drew a wide smile on her face, "The feeling's mutual" He replied slyly, then he looked at what seemed to be this MODEL standing before him, "I'm S3oud," He held out his hand for her to shake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fara7 played slick right back to him, she squinted her eyes a fraction, looked down at his hand and slipped her hand into it, just like a puzzle. The shake lasted longer than she expected...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When all of a sudden, the sparks flying between S3oud and Fara7 were interrupted by Yousef as he pushed through Fara7.Breaking the bond.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Alla bl 5air." S3oud greeted Yousef with open arms, they were obviously extremely close, "E7mm"Blushed Yousef mimicking some spoiled girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the midst of that little "reunion", Jana had a lightbulb ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Jana was the type to notice many many things. She could tell when someone was lying(most of the time), when someone's playing hard to get, when people are trying to cover something up, but it didn't take someone like Jana to figure out that Fara7 and S3oud obviously had chemistry going on. And it was about time Fara7 got back into the game.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly, the small talk and chitter chatter between a glaring Yousef, and perky S3oud and Fara7 was interupted by Jana,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So...If you guys aren't busy, we can all go out and do something if you'd like...as a treat you know?"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-7525782335752249610?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7525782335752249610/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/7525782335752249610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/7525782335752249610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Thirteen]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-4608317236291425711</id><published>2009-10-05T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:26:47.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Twelve]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heyy ! This blog is gonna be from FARA7'S point of view... Enjoyy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This CAN NOT be happening," thought Fara7,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No No No No No No No NO!" She continued, what was &lt;i&gt;HE&lt;/i&gt;  doing here?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She stared at Yousef open mouthed, and finally caught her breath to force out "What the hell are you doing here?!" She literally felt steam blowing out of her ears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef was still wide eyed, "Me?! INTAY laish hni?!" He returned the gesture, and not very nicely...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef and Fara7 are sworn enemies, they used to be in the same school, and used to battle over who was smarter, stronger, more logical, and just about who was better in everything. They eventually got accepted in the same University, and it's been war ever since.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This is my cousin's house! Inta shyaabik?!" She thought to herself maybe A7mad made a new friend, "What the hell is wrong with me?! A7mad's 5!" she muttered to herself under her breath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jana is YOUR cousin?" His jaw dropped... Jana, and Fara7, RELATED?!"Why is that so hard to believe ya3ni?" She stuck her eyebrows together, she didn't appreciate his tone."Oh no nothing, just the fact that Jana's pracitically an angel while you would probably hit it off with Hitler" He said giving her a devilish wink,"Laa inta tabi titma95ar !" She was filled with rage.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just then Jana walked in disbelief...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" They both yelled,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 was usually TERRIFYING when she got pissed, but in some way , Jana thought it was quite cute, the way two people who despised each other are forced into a room together, classical reality t.v.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 grabbed Jana's wrist and headed for the kitchen,"Excuse us"Jana said with a dramatic smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"EXPLAIN...NOW" Fara7 was having one of her melt downs, she breathed in and out just like the doctor told her, like the last time she had a break down she had to go to the hospital cause no one could get her to relax again, and guess what THAT was about... Thw wrong coloured tulips were delivered for her birthday party . :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fara7, calm down...It's just this guy who helped me out in Carrefour, and he got beat up real bad in the parking lot by this sick B word, and he didn't have a car, so I offered to give him a ride and he could relax here while he waits for someone to pick him up !" She explained, breathing in deeply.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "OH !" Answered back Fara7, "THANKGOD! I thought you were actually...YOU KNOW...with him or something..."She said holding a hand to her heart, "Yeah,wait...You know him or something?" She had forgotten to ask Fara7...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Unfortunately, I do." She said wearing a very sarcastic look on her face,"I know him all too well.." She went on, but before she could continue...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OOOOHHH ! So THAT'S the Yousef you kept talking about?! The one that you swore you would hate for the rest of your life?" Jana couldn't help but crack a smile, this should be interesting! Fara7 nodded with sorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well Fara7, I never really imagined geeky competitive Yousef to be that good looking." She said nudging Fara7's shoulder flirtatiously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ew." Was all Fara7 could say, she didn't care how hott someone appeared to be, if you know they're someone that obviously wouldn't respect you, it didn't matter...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although she couldn't really DENY the fact he was hott, she just meant ew as in...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ew I wouldn't ever think about it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly Yousef appeared at the arch for the kitchen, "Inshalla ma t7ishoun feeni shthi ya3ni!" He said with a goofy grin on his face...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana laughed while Fara7 immitated him silently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly the door bell rang, "That must be my friend," Exclaimed Yousef, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ok, i'll get it." Jana rushed to open the door, leaving Fara7 and Yousef alone in the kitchen, hopefully they won't kill each other while she's gone...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So, long time, no chat.." Said Yousef, he hated silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh i'm sorry you must mean long time no hwaash right?" She said smiling showing her perfect white teeth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah well you know, i've been really busy, studying, can't really waste my time with yahal can I?" He said winking at her again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I could tear those eyes out.." Thought Fara7, she really was disappointed with his attitude.Instead she said " Whatever Yousef, save il kalam il faa'6y for someone that cares." She slowly walked passed him to see who was at the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She walked out into the front door foryer, to see Jana, completely starstuck by who was at the door...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although Fara7 couldn't see who she was staring at silently, she suddenly heard Jana stutter, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"H, H, H,Hi ..S3oud."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-4608317236291425711?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4608317236291425711/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4608317236291425711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4608317236291425711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-twelve.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Twelve]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-5848971619158818062</id><published>2009-10-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:17:17.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Eleven]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  dir="rtl" style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Linda! Ta3alay!" Echoed Jana's voice as they walked into the huge house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yes Madame" She said , glaring at Yousef who was a complete stranger to her, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Get us some ice please.."Gesturing to Yousef's swollen lip.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jana, you really don't have to, walla i'm fine...." He started, he really didn't know why she was being nice, but he sure as hell appreciated it, "Yousef, you were beat up...ALOT. It's not my problem if you don't know how to stand up for yourself!" She stuck her tongue out teasing him, Yousef gave her a surprised look shaping his mouth like a big "O","No.You.Di2int."She said poutting his lips together angrily, "Oh yes I did!" She said nodding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linda soon walked in with a small white towel containing ice,"Thank you Linda!"Cried Jana in a very angelic way,widening her eyes and fluttering her eye lashes ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She turned around to face Yousef and slapped the ice onto his busted lip,"HEY INTAY! NAWYA 3ALA NAFSICH?!"He said trying to look serious, but he knew she could tell he was only kidding around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef pulled out his phone to call his friend to pick him up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hala bu Ya3goub?! Shlonikk?" Jana heard a manly voice say through the speakers, though it sounded very familiar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana steadily picked herself off of the couch to leave Yousef to have his own conversation. She steered into the kitchen and reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of apple juice, when she suddenly remembered....FARA7 !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was supposed to come over to her house today so they could pick up a new dress for some wedding they were going to in a couple of days, it was already 4;oo pm, she would be arriving any time soon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bell rang.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana's face struck a surprised pose, her blood went cold and her lips dry, as she heard the clicking of high heels enter the hall, and a high pitched voice gasp...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-5848971619158818062?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5848971619158818062/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/5848971619158818062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/5848971619158818062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-eleven.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Eleven]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-4382572301805282457</id><published>2009-10-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:21:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Ten]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yousef held his breath in as he got punched again by Fawaz, another blow to the stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ana awareek ya Yousef!" He said as he bent over to keep his hand pressed to Yousef's stomach,"3abaalik rayaal inta?!" He said furiously, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fawaz, ma9aar shay baini w bain Haya, 9adigny..."He cried helplessly, why wouldn't he believe him?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bs shift'haa bl soug w salamt 3alaihaa !", He tried to stand up properly, but it was like gravity(more like Fawaz) wouldn't let him, he never had the chance to fight back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"La walla? Shayifni 7mar ana ba9adig?!...Bs hayin ya Yousef, ana bawareek!" He stretched out his hand to punch Yousef again with his large hands...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef tried to pull his swollen hands up to cover his face, but he soon realized he didn't need to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana watched the gruesome happenenings...HAPPEN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She just sat there for a second, scared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then before she knew it, she was out the door, running towards Yousef and the big angry guy with her purse in hand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly Fawaz felt something light but hard hit his back, he pushed Yousef to the car and looked around to see this little familiar figure standing right in front of him,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;scared to death...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fawaz knew she would never be a match to him to he just laughed at her and turned around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What he didn't know was that Jana was quite a stubborn person, even if she wasn't in her right mind...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Without thinking , Jana confronted gravity and jumped up on Fawaz's big bear back. Fawaz struggled to shake her off as she tried to place her hands over his eyes. Fawaz couldn't balance himself right, so he almost fell flat on Jana, instead he stumbled and Jana's back was thrown onto the side of a car, he moved forward to Yousef knowing that Jana wasn't going to be moving after the blow to her back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when he looked over to continue his progress with Yousef he found himself facing a Yousef that was full of rage and on his own two feet, suddenly, Fawaz's eyes were filled with both fear and regret...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yousef, we can talk this over..."He said backing away, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No Fawaz. Taking's not a part of you're system, ma yinfa3 wiyaak." And in a blink of an eye Yousef threw out all his anger in one punch to Fawaz's face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fawaz fell flat on his stomach in front of a frightened Jana...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jana, are you okay?!" He asked worriedly as he helped her up, and walked her away from Fawaz as he tried to make his way back up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They both got into Jana's car,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jana, let me drive, you can't drive after seeing that,"He said to her, so they switched seats...Jana still, very quiet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As they drove out into the road, the silence was broken,"Yousef, I know it's none of my business, but what in god's name was going on in there?!" She asked, looking like she was to afraid of the answer. Yousef looked at her and smiled, "Well, see...Fawaz is my friend, well, USED to be my friend. And 9aratla salfa with his girlfriend, a day after that I honestly just saw her walking around in a mall so I said hi, nothing more.I don't know how Fawaz found out about that, but he seems determined to prove some sick point of his." He said looking more serious,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh, "She said avoiding eye contact.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's okay, well look at it this way. You saved me !"He said shooting one of those smiles at her,"Well yeah,"she laughed,"just cause you saved me first!" They both laughed...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Yousef finally got to Jana's house, it got quiet again, "So, you didn't really notice that we ran away so fast that you forgot your car or something.."She said giving him one of those what-you-did-was-kinda-stupid looks."COME ON ! I wasn't THAT scared Jana! I came by taxi...I think I would have thought about my car!"He said giving her that look back,"Yeah well, you could have thought about how you're gonna get home!" She replied, just then she noticed Yousef bleeding, and before he could answer she screamed" YOUSEF ! Oh my god you're lip's bleeding,"Yousef put on a confused face , and touched his lip,"Oh, you're right.."He said with no emotion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I've got an idea, how about you come inside and i'll get you some ice, while you call a cab to come pick you up,"She said with a grin, although Yousef looked very reluctant, "Umm,is that okay?.."He asked unsure...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's fine!"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-4382572301805282457?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4382572301805282457/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4382572301805282457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/4382572301805282457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/10/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-ten.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Ten]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-2943027853833940646</id><published>2009-09-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:45:38.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Nine]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She saw something coming towards her, someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She turned around to see Yousef was still standing there, his mouth open not knowing what to say, and behind him an unfamiliar figure walked up, a male figure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana shivered, she didn't know the guy, what did he want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But as soon as he got close to them it was obvious that it was Yousef that he wanted. The man's facial features were rugged, quite scary actually. His eyebrows were pushed together making him look mad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yousef noticed Jana looking at something behind him, he turned around to face what she looked surprised about, he looked more than surprised himself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana could tell he was mad about something, it must have been something big, something you can't really talk about in public because he put on the fakest smile that even Yosuef seemed confused about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hala, Bu Ya3goub! Wainik alla yhadaak, I was looking for you?!.." He said blinking double the average blink rate.Yousef realized there was something this guy wanted to talk about, and he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm sorry, I was helping someone out," He said looking at Jana, who was now completely wide eyes and curious,"Aha, I don't blame you,"He said winking at Jana, Jana couldn't even count the times she's been winked at these passed two days, and she was getting sick of it."So when you're done, meet me by my car."He shrugged,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So with no more fake words to say, the mad looking man guy left, and Jana was left with a Yousef that owed her no explanation whatsoever,"Well, umm, it was nice helping you out Jana," He said sticking his tongue out, she thought it was so cute the way he wrinkled his nose..."Yeah, it was nice of you to help" She said returning the gesture."Well,I have to go,obviously. So I guess i'll see around..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah, let's hope you will" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He smiled and walked away, reluctant to leave the delicate lady alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana got in her car, started the engine and started driving her car towards the exit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Laa2!" She half yelled pulling one of her puppy faces as she made a wrong left turn, she was so tired she just wanted to go home, she didn't have the energy to circle through the whole parking lot again to leave, she felt like stopping her car right then and there and jsut falling asleep. And if it wasn't for the fact that she was going to be honked at, she would have done just that, she has this fear of being honked at, its nerve racking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So she sat up straight and went on, barely paying attention to the music blasting out of the radio, until she saw something that caught her eye...making her glad that she took the wrong left turn...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-2943027853833940646?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2943027853833940646/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2943027853833940646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2943027853833940646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-nine.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Nine]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-7284384124175511164</id><published>2009-09-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:47:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Eight]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana walked through the aisles of Carrefour, looking for something that might grab her attention, she needed some sugar. Galaxy, Kitkat, Dairy Milk, Nerds,M&amp;amp;Ms,Skittles...ANYTHING &amp;amp; EVERYTHING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When she walked in she had no idea she was going to grab as much as she did, so she didn't even bother to get herself at least a basket. So at the moment Jana looked like a sugar obsessed freak cradling the candy in both her arms. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the midst of all the madness, and all her post-sugar rushes, she got thirsty. So she stumbled her way to the drink, scratch that....FIZZY DRINKS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After grabbing a bottle of orange Fanta, she thought it would be safe to grab a bottle of water just in case, the most logical thing she's done so far.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As she walked , focusing all her attention on how the hell she was gonna manage with this huge pile of candy cradled in her arms and two large bottles of liquid. She was struggling, it was getting harder for her to hold on to everything. Her breath got shorter, she stuck her arms tighter to her chest, she tried to hold the bottles tighter, but they were slipping away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just then, she stopped dead in her tracks, to wait for the orange Fanta to fall, it slipped right through her fingers,"Here goes the mess" She thought with her eyes closed. She didn't hear anything, no crash, no splat, no gasps, no assistants running to clean it up, nothing. She opened up her eyes to see if maybe magically someone slipped a water bed under where her hand was placed.No, no water bed. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Are you okay?" Asked the man that had heroically saved her precious Fanta bottle from making a major market mess. She just stared at him ,bottle in hand, she stared in disbelief.THAT WAS LUCKY she thought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm fine. Thanks for helping me out I..." Before she could continue he emptied the very few contents of his shopping basket and gestured for her to litter her things in it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT A GENTLEMAN !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was so taken back by his manners that she didn't take the time to notice how adorable he was, he had beautiful Hazel eyes...and short brown hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh no Jana! Don't ! NOT AGAIN!" Jana thought. Jana held herself back from showing any extra unnecessary signs of affection towards her hero."I'm Yousef," He smiled, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He looked really cute...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And before she knew it, he had offered to walk her out safely, he said that she "seemed too delicate to carry that all by herself"...Now COME ON ! That's nice...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So as they walked out to the parking lot, Jana was pleased to see that he wasn't the very 'silent but lethal' type that 3abdalla was,  he cracked her up all the way to her car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So there they were, standing in front of her car, smiling at eachother like goof balls...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well, I guess this is goodbye," she said distantly, she thought he was nice and all, but she thought 3abdalla was nice too, and look how great that turned out of her huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been a long day and all she wants to do is go home and bury herself in the covers and regret every coming out of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah , nice meeting you" He said with a smile, a very disapointed one...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just as she turned around to look for her keys in her purse, facing the car mirror, she noticed something in the mirror ...  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-7284384124175511164?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7284384124175511164/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/7284384124175511164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/7284384124175511164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-eight.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Eight]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-469476004044817181</id><published>2009-09-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:42:09.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Seven]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great, just great.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana stared at them, 3abdalla sitting there, smiling just like a model, right in front of that little FAKE blonde tramp!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana couldn't believe her eyes, how could he? True, they were only strangers...But he asked her out! Jana knew she wasn't the most experienced in the world of love,OR the world of dating for that matter, but you would think it's unacceptable, no...DISRESPECTFUL, that the second your date leaves the place, you're already flirting with someone else!.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"KAAAAK! Aham shay Maha! Fdaitich walla!" He said to her , giving her that sexy wink he just gave to Jana minutes ago."Fdait illy yfdany. A9lan what are you doing here?!" She asked with extreme curiosity,and very loudly as well. Jana was at the other side of the restaurant and she can see as well as hear everything pretty clearly."Knt mwaa3id wa7da,bs madri shfeeha, ra7at madri laish..." He said  sheepishly,"Aha, mnu hathi?!" She said with anger in her tone.3abdalla probably sensed that, and saved himself from a messy situation,"Omich!" He joked."3abdalla mn 9ijy..."Maha sounded more than serious than her appearance...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maha,shfeech?Ga3d astahbil! Ma3indi '3airich.."He said reaching out his hand, his fingers tickled hers.Maha looked down at her fingers and blushed, he knew how to work someone up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the other side of the restaurant, Jana was feeling sick. That was the saddest most pathetic thing she has ever witnessed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now every ounce of sorrow for her sorry self she felt, had turned into rage,and fury."She wasn't going to let her play her like some sick Barbie doll. She breathed in slowly and made her way to the table...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As she got closer, she couldn't help but compare herself to this Maha person, what did she have she Jana didn't? She looked at her and knew it straight away, she was easy. She had on a tight black dress with high heels and she had blonde hair with a very cheap looking puff. She looked cheap, Jana didn't know if she meant that out of jealousy or because she really looked cheap. Maybe both.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hi 3abdalla" She said as she glared at him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never in her life has she seen anyone so scared, his eyes almost fell off of his sockets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uhh, hala Jana..."he was scared she might spill the beans, fear filled his eyes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I excuse me but I forgot my purse" She said with her meanest smile, she quickly grabbed her purse and walked away satisfied with herself,she didn't exactly beat him up about it,which was good!She wasn't the type to be nasty,but still she left him knowing that he was caught,and he's getting the blame.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As she walked towards the exit she heard Maha,"3abdalla! Hathi mnu?!" She shouted , her voice sounded like she was going to cry!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"7ayati, hathi bnt 3ammy! Shft'haa w she came sat next to me 3alasaas inna btis2al 3anny?! Shfeech?! You don't trust me ya3ni?!" He tried to explain, somehow he had a way of making everyone feel guilty,and that he was the victim in someway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana was honestly disgusted,but most of all, she was confused.How could he be so cold? And so, ew. I mean, he seemed so brilliant at first, the way he cared about his little cousin, it must have been a scam to get to girls. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damn, all this drama was giving Jana cravings, CARREFOUR!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-469476004044817181?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/469476004044817181/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/469476004044817181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/469476004044817181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-seven.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Seven]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-2997225377996217635</id><published>2009-09-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:06:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Six]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana walked over to the podium, looking endlessly for 3abdalla, her gaze went far all around the restaurant,"Excuse me miss,may I help ..?" Asked the Filipino waiter, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She stared at him blankly.It had just hit her, he stood her up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; She didn't answer the waiter, she just turned around and made her way to the exit, the same way she entered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When suddenly she bumped into someone...3ABDALLA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jana?! Hey ! Sorry i'm a little late." He explained. Jana didn't care, she just grinned at him widely, she was so happy he hadn't stood her up!"Umm, why were you about to leave?" Jana quickly wiped that smile off her face..."Uh, well...I just thought I forgot something in my car, but I didn't..."She said while looking at 3abdalla's face get confused,"Walla 6ila3tay it3arfeen shlon itrag3een!" He teased, Jana laughed although she was still quite embarassed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Filipino waiter that Jana had seen seconds ago had vanished and another one had replaced him, and sat Jana and 3abdalla down. Jana stared at 3abdalla, he didn't shave this morning,she could tell. But he looked hotter than ever, he was wearing a tight v-neck t-shirt, with dark jeans. Although 3abdalla looked even more amazing than he did last time she daydreamed about him, something was different.Something was wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana stared at 3abdalla for so long as he struggled to figure out what to order,and she struggled to figure out what it was exactly that was 'wrong'.There was just something about him, or maybe it was something to do with her, but either way, she didn't feel so comfortable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After they ordered and had a little small talk, with Jana still feeling uncomfortable, she fidgeted. That's what she does when she's nervous, "I can tell you're not used to this" He joked, "Used to what exactly?" She said , pressing her lips together in what she knew was a very attractive way. He was quite, he just looked at her with those deep brown eyes, but even his eyes looks different, PHYSICALLY they were practically just the same as last time just a little swollen since it was early, but deep down, although his eyes made her feel like Jell-O, those brown eyes did nothing to her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The food finally arrived."We have a problem" thought Jana. She wasn't used to eating in front of people she didn't really know, especially attractive ones, ones she liked, even though there WAS something bothering her, he was still a stranger, and a hott one at that. So Jana swallowed down her pride and ate as a carefully as she could.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So? What is it Jana that you do? Or are you still in college? How old are you? Any siblings? Favourite colour?!" He Smiled at her widely again,"Talk show much?!"Joked Jana,"The least you an do is answer" He said faking a sad face, "Well, I don't DO anything really,I'm still in college, I'm 18 at the moment, I have on brother A7mad and he's five, and my favourite colour has to be orange!" She said in a very posh British accent,"What about you?" She questioned him,"Me?! Well I don't do anything too, I dropped out of college last year, i'm 2o , only child, and my favourite colour is black" He said winking at her, and smiling as if he was proud of all his 'great accomplishments'. The smile that was previously drawn on Jana's face was wiped off. Her next question was quite cheeky , but what the hell right?"So if you're not working, and you're not in college, what do you think you're gonna do if you don't think that's important?" She asked very seriously, Jana was very serious about her education, she never took that for granted."I don't think it's NECESSARY, so what if I don't get a diploma to impress employers? I'm going to work in my dad's company anyways, so it doesn't matter."He answered carelessly. Jana was officially annoyed. She dropped the subject and made up some random excuse for her to leave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh.Okay, see you later sexy!" He said with a wink, "And may I add that you look completely ravishing this afternoon..." He continued, and normally, Jana would have blushed at that sentence coming from 3abdalla's soft lips, but all she wanted to do was get away as soon as possible, before she could make things worse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana ran out of Fudruckers and was dismayed when he realized she had forgotten her purse back at her and 3abdalla's table. She didn't want to go back again, but she had to,she waited in her car for 3abdalla to leave but he didn't, "Maybe he took a walk," she said to herself.Either way, she couldn't just leave her purse in there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana silently prayed for 3abdalla to be in the bathroom, tough luck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh 3abdalla was there alright, and he wasn't alone...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-2997225377996217635?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2997225377996217635/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-six.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2997225377996217635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/2997225377996217635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-six.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Six]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-1597734880076625777</id><published>2009-09-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:06:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Five]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana woke up to find bright sunlight beaming through her windows, a new day has come. She pulled herself up unwillingly, she couldn't sleep right yesterday thinking about 3abdalla and his warm looking chest. Man she was falling for him, she thought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Janaaaaaaaaa! Goumaaaay !7a6eeen il ryoug!" Called Jana's little brother A7mad. She called him her little alarm clock cause he would wake her up whenever there was waking up to be done. Ever since Jana's parents died in a car accident when she was 15, she's been looking out for A7mad, he was only 2 when it happened. She loves him so much, and wouldn't know what she would do to herself if she ever let anyone hurt him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana jumped out of bed and brushed her teeth, no use going back to sleep now. She walked out of her room still in pijamas to find A7mad sitting at the breakfast table watching his tea cup getting filled up by Linda their long time maid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana said good morning to Linda and sat down beside A7mad to analyze the breakfast table, tea and olive pesto with cheese.Her favourite.She leaned over and pecked A7mad on the cheek,"9abaa7 il 5air A7midany" She said whilst wrapping her arms around him,he mattered so much to her."Thabaa7 il noor" He answered,"Jana ilyoum ana ba'6ou7 bait 5aaly M7amad,bal3ab ma3a Zeezoo..." He said silently blushing,Zeezoo was Jana's little cousin, and apparently A7mad's future wife."Inshallaaa, agul rasheed ywadeek ok? Zain gltly li2anny 3indi mishwaar..." She dazed off thinking about 3abdalla's manly voice asking her what time would be right for them to meet...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She didn't like going out to eat at night, there was always a rush.She liked to go just before it got a little crowded,at 2 or something.That's when she was meeting 3abdalla, in Fudruckers at 2;oo.Suddenly Jana's phone rang...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aloo?" She asked, "Ya il7een agoul, wainich?!" Answered Fajer. Fajer didn't show her emotions so much until someone actually did something signifincant,so if its not her birthday Fajer and the wall have probably the same care ad kindness to the general public."I'm at home tawni ga3da..."She replied,worried,why would she want to know where she is? Is she supposed to be somewhere else...? Then Jana looked at the clock hanging on the wall towards her, it was 1;39!" Oh.My.God.Fajer! I've GOT to go now!" She yelled into the speaker and shut the phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A7mad call rasheed now w goula ywadeek, i have to keave now i'm so sorry 7ubi!" She kissed A7mad's head and ran into her room,and did the first thing she could think of, open up her closet...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She wore washed up looking jeans with a white Polo shirt, something plain and simple,especially since she didn't have the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She grabbed her purse and phone and walked rushed out of the room fidgeting with her hair,.Before she walked out of the door she looked at the mirror, smiled,and left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The drive to Fudruckers was nerve-racking, she kept looking at the mirror to the clock,mirror to the clock,mirror to the clock...it was 2;o5! What if 3abdalla thought she stood him up?! She was driving recklessly trying to get there before another five minutes have passed. She winced everytime a minute passed as if she was getting injections every time she let a minute pass by...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY ! She made it, she practically ran out of the car and into Fudruckers,hear beating a mile a minute ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-1597734880076625777?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1597734880076625777/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-five.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/1597734880076625777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/1597734880076625777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-five.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Five]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-706706170315338394</id><published>2009-09-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:44:23.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Four]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OH MY GOD!" Screamed Fajer loudly when both her and Jana got into the car and Jana told her what had happened down to the smallest detail,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! You know, he must have felt something for you...I mean, he asked you out THAT fast,and in the CUTEST way!" Fajer squealed, Jana was still quite, but just from looking at her you could tell how she felt, mesmerized. She couldn't believe it, I mean there he was, this complete SEX GOD, that she happened to literally stumble to, asking her out ...in the CUTEST way.I mean he didn't seem like all the other guys she knows that flirt around and rope you into something.Well, at least TRY to rope you into something...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He seemed...well in other words you can just say, he seemed nice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OUF!WAINHUMM?!" Fara7 shouted, she was sooo not in the mood for them to be late, there she was waiting in Johnny Rockets in suspense for the guest of honor to just walk in and act surprised for the 17th time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What time is it?!" she asked impatiently to those next to her,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You know the last time you asked the time?" Said Taleed with a sarcastic tone,"Yeah, add two minutes to that" ...Taleed couldn't stand Fara7 whining!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hahaha, Taleed killish mu wakt your sarcasm!" She said really annoyed. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fara7 was Fajer and Jana's cousin, she loved them very much but when they were late they drove her nuts, and what drove her even more over the edge was standing there for half an hour waiting for Jana to arrive with a very surprised looking Fajer, and the fact that she was waiting with a crowd of Fajer's friends, yeah, definitley not a normal bunch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She wasn't in the mood for Taleed's sarcasm, or Joelle's "Yo Mama"Jokes, or 7amad stupid fart sounds, or ...ANYTHING! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"UGH! That's it i'm calling Ja..." and before she knew it there was a bluster of "SURPRIIISEEE FAAAJJERRRR !" She turned around to find a surprised Fajer staring at everyone with a dropped jaw,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"YOU GUYYYYYYSSSS !" She said almost in tears, they were so sweet ! Fara7 was finally relaxed and stopped worrying, instead she ran to Fajer and gave her massive hug as well as to wish her a happy birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone was enjoying their time, taking pictures,opening gifts,burger eating contests,etc. The restaurant was filled with Fajer and Jana's friends and family, no one else seemed to dare enter the restaurant seeing that it was packed.When suddenly the sound of the bell that rang with the door was heard...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone looked to see if it was maybe a late guest, but it wasn't. It was this guy with cinnamon brown hair that looked kind of surprised to see them there, like they weren't supposed to be there. He made his way slowly down the stairs and sat at the bar waiting for someone to wait at him. Jana stared at him for some reason. She didn't notice him staring back, but he must have because he asked "Umm, hi..." he greeted."Hi.." She said kind of confused...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm sorry if I interrupted your party..." He said with a shy smile..."But umm, I'm sure you would agree if I said I can't resist Johnny Rocket's in the late afternoon," He said with his head down, waiting for a response.Jana laughed,"Yeah! I LOVE Johnny Rockets! It's okay I can't take something like that away from the public!"She said dramatically, they went on for hours talking about nothing but food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Jana was leaving to go back home, she thought to herself "Nice guy, that S3oud, he seems like a cool guy for Fajer, or maybe even Fara7 if anyone can take her!" She laughed silently to herself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When she arrived back home, she took a shower,changed, and rested her head on her pillow knowing that tomorrow, might be the beginning of something completely new to Jana... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-706706170315338394?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/706706170315338394/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-four.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/706706170315338394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/706706170315338394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-four.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part .Four]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-5460814279474003917</id><published>2009-09-27T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:26:40.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part Three]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silence as Jana and 3abdalla walked through the empty hallway on their way to pick up little Dima,which seemed like a miracle to Jana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3abdalla seemed pretty blank,probably thinking about something else,it must have been something very important cause he never suspected a thing while Jana stared at him,analysing every aspect of his dreamy features.His eyes were this dark brown that she seemed to get lost in every time she peeked,and his lips were pursed together,almost perfectly painted on to him, there was something about him that was just so,right.And manly.Although his shoulders were broad, they seemed so warm,she just wanted to stop time and hold him close to feel that kind of warmth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"OH MY GOD!JANA WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!You don't even KNOW the guy!"She mumbled under her breath, now she was sure 3abdalla was preoccupied with something more important because he didn't seem to take any notice.Jana didn't know what was coming over her,she's never felt this way before,not for ANY one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jana wasn't the type that fell for a guy just like that,no one can please her that fast.But there was just something about 3abdalla..."Stop it Jana,it's probably just oxyptin.."She calmed herself down,because she just noticed that she's been holding her breath the whole time.Oxyptin is this hormone that gets released in you're body,its effects are that it makes you THINK you're falling for someone, even though you're really not.If that was the case,then Jana thinks she might have taken an Oxyptin shot cause she's never had the hott for someone the way she has now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana was so caught up in her own thoughts she almost forgot where she was going,she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks,thought for a minute,sighed in relief,and went on with her way,this time actually paying attention to where she was going.This time 3abdalla noticed."Are you okay Jana?" He asked,"Oh,haha.I'm fine 3abdalla I just thought I was going the wrong way or missed a turn or something"She said with a smile,"Well,I hate to break it down for you in numbers but you leave me no choice,"He joked,"One;It's 3aboud. Two; Why would you think you missed a turn?Is there something on you're mind..?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"OH YES 3ABOUD THERE IS SOMETHING ON MY MIND!YOU'RE DEFINETLEY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I HAVE EVER MET!"She thought about saying, but all that came out was,"Oh no, nothing.Just thinking about how to use up all my free time" She said still smiling,she couldn't just take her eyes of of him...it wasn't that simple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not a long while later, they finally reached the second graders."3abouuuuuuuuuuuuuddieeeeeeee!"Screamed an adorable little girl running out of her classroom.She came running towards 3aboud to give him a big hug,she obviously loved him alot."Ya ba5t'haa Dimaa,she gets to hold that warm body when ever she wants to..."She said to herself,luckily for her,3abdulla was caught up in the moment with his little cousin quite a few feet away from her,so he couldn't here her silently praying for fate to bring them together again...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Thanks alot Jana,without you I would have been late for Dima and she would be giving me punches instead of hugs and kisses"He said with a grin on his face,Jana laughed."Well it was no problem.She's really cute....So i'll guess i'll see you later,nice meeting you 3abd...I mean...3aboud"She said with an innocent look on her face looking up towards the ceiling,3abdalla couldn't help but laugh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Jana started walking away,she felt someone grab her shoulder,it must have been a reflex since she was so used to backfiring on Fajer that she didn't see 3abdalla and slapped his wrist,"AWWW!"He said in pain, but with a smile on his face,"Ya intay yal Boris Lee!"He teased.Jana blushed like she has never blushed before."What do you want" she said with her hands on her face trying to hide her flushed cheeks,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I want to use up all you're free time..."...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-5460814279474003917?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5460814279474003917/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-three.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/5460814279474003917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/5460814279474003917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-three.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part Three]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-8162676085184402946</id><published>2009-09-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:21:31.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part Two]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  dir="rtl" style="color:#000099;"&gt;Both Jana and Fajer's jaws dropped at that exact moment, they just couldn't believe it, he was there standing right infront of them, this AMAZINGLY good looking guy, probably the most handsome anyone will ever see in their lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ju..Just..Just LOOK at him Fajer. He's GORGEOUS !" She said noticing herself about to drool, she quickly rested her hand under jaw and closed her mouth so that if he ever made a gesture to look her way he wouldn't find a complete retard blankly staring at him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out of nowhere, Jana felt a hand brush up against her back and push her forward against her will, almost tripping her. When Jana stopped looking at the floor after almost stumbling over and ruining her new red flats, she looked up to turn around and face Fajer to give her a Birthday Beating when as soon as she looks up she sees ...HIM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Are you okay?" He said looking very confused. Jana's heart was beating a mile a minute,"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDD !" She thought to herself, which might have been an improvement compared to just standing there with her mouth open trying to explain but not making a sound."La2 o5ooy, mafee shay.Bs t3archabt.Asfa 3ala il iz3aaj..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And she was just about to walk away when he said.."Oh, well i'm 3abdulla, can I ask for you're help? What's you're name?",Jana didn't know what that was inside of her, but it seemed to move the ground."Umm...I'm Jana,what is it you want help with 3abdulla?"She said trying hard not to stutter."First of all; call me 3aboud..."He smiled sheepishily,"Second,umm, i'm here to pick up my little cousin, her name's Dima,she's in the second grade,and I have no idea where I should go to pick her up.And I really don't want to be late..."He explained.Jana wasn't in the same school that Fajer was in, she graduated from an entirely different system, but...She came to pick up Fajer as often as she could, and that built up a good memory of the school building for her...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well, yeah I can show you where it is if you want"She asked, hoping with all her heart not to get rejected for some reason."YEAH!That would be perfect, thanks so much.I'm AWFUL with directions anyways..."Janna showed no emotional more than a smile, but inside...oh inside, she was on FIREEEE !She couldn't help but smile more than usual, it wasn't everyday that practically an angel would come to pick up his cousin while she's picking up hers,and ask for directions.THAT'S SOO CUTEEE !"Well i'll show you where it is just as soon as I tell my cousin that i'll be a while." She said with her radiant smile from one ear to the other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana ran to Fajer to tell her what had just happened,"GAAHHH !7a'6ichh ! Yalla then, GO! Run like the wind, I have to go talk to my friend about something anyways.SHFEECH?!GOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And off she went... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-8162676085184402946?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8162676085184402946/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-two.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/8162676085184402946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/8162676085184402946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-two.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part Two]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077401305492988483.post-3463963181528557804</id><published>2009-09-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:33:19.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part One]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;As Jana walked down the crowded school yard to find her cousin, the sun beamed on her strong curly hair. Jana wasn't liking being here very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was trying to find her cousin, all she could see were children running about. As Jana made her way through the crowd to the secondary gate, she noticed a couple of boys checking her out, she smiled coyly inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jana knew she wasn't as socialable as all the other girls in her classes, she knew she didn't wake up every morning extra early just to straighten her hair and to figure out what she was going to do with it today, but she knew for sure she was attractive,no makeup involved. Jana is tall and quite tanned, her legs are in beautiful shape, nice and long, her face was oval shaped, and her features were drawn out very nicely, she didn't know what it was that made her look that nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Fajeerrrr ! Fajeeeeerrrrr !" Shouted Jana when she saw her cousin walk out of the gate, she was so happy to see her, it was Fajer's birthday and she was turning 17. Fajer was also very good looking, but in a very different way than Jana. Jana had shoulder length thick dark brown locks,whilst Fajer had long straw like honey coloured hair, Jana was thin but curvy, Fajer was so slim.But one thing was for sure, that bond they shared,wasn't something you find between cousins, it's something you only get with a sister."JANAAAAAAAAA" Fajer screamed, she was running over to hug her cousin, its been a week since she's seen her.Yeah a week sounds like a short period of time, but for these two, its nothing like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fajer ran over to hug Jana as tightly as possible, she loved it when she dropped by for her birthday. She always got this warm feeling deep inside, that someone actually cared about her enough to go to the trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Again?Mara thanyaa?! Amout feech ya a7la cousin bl dnyaa!" Said Fajer as she hugged Jana Tightly, Jana loved the way Fajer appreciated her,she was her little sister.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Walla tistahlain yal '3alyaa, kbartaaay" She said as the moment was broken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So what are your plans? Cause I know you all too well, akeed you have a plan!" She said excitedly. But something wasn't right, Jana wasn't even listening, she wasn't looking at her, she was at looking at something else, SOMEONE else."JANA, SHFEECH?!" She yelled loudly, "Huh?What?Umm,Kamlaay..." She said shyly,"JANA! What are you looking at, shfe..."Too late, it didn't take Fajer long to see what Jana was absoloutely mesmorized in, it was the most beautiful thing a girl could lay her eyes on, a handsome man, such innocence, such ambiance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh my god..." They both sighed...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077401305492988483-3463963181528557804?l=writerforfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3463963181528557804/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-one.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/3463963181528557804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077401305492988483/posts/default/3463963181528557804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerforfun.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-is-her-only-companypart-one.html' title='Trouble Is Her Only Company...[Part One]'/><author><name>MoonRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979240494074278974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
