Love Shot X Shot of Love
Girlfriend X Girlfriend
"No."father and daughter collectively stated at the same time.mixed rough and deep vocals, and sweet and tall.
"You're more than welcome here. Can't see you being a lot of trouble. At least not compared to this one." Ahmad assured me.
"I don't know why I miss you." Mac complained, then looked at me. "You also need to deal with ben who will be here, like all the time.”
"He's a child," Ahmad laughed," he needs to be monitored.”
"That didn't surprise me." Ben is probably one of the funniest people I've ever met. But he's weird.
"yes." Mac nodded meticulously," Oh and I'm sure we need to be patient with his father and girlfriend.”
"Friends lady?"The words left my mouth before I realized I was talking. They just slipped through my teeth, sounding surprised and indecisive.
"tisha ."Mac spoke but I could not stop My eyes to meet Ahmad's eyes I had to force him, as if I knew better than to look.
He's still locked onto my little form. He now seems to want my reaction. Wh why? I might say I think he wants me to say something, before he decides what the answer is.
But I had no answer, I was too busy trying to find a way out of Ahmad's sight. I think he might be trying to find a way out of me too.
He won eventually, pulled away and focused on the drip of his water bottle. "He won't be here." He said calmly.
"I've met him once, and honestly dad, he kind of... ******." Mac stated blatantly, clearly not so fond of his father's girlfriend recently. His father saw someone he disagreed with, yet he never told me these words. Huh.
"Maadul." Ahmad gave a warning. The voice, so commanding, was enough to make me want to highlight like a turtle, but it had no effect on the Mac.
"Oh well, I'll keep my opinion to myself. Zara will see soon." He grabbed my hand, the unexpected death grip of the petite brunette girl. "We'll be on the top floor gossiping about your female friend. Better get ready to have two teenage girls for next year!”
We headed for the stairs before his sentence was over.
he nagged the echoes below, causing me to turn my gaze back to the kitchen, almost to the top of my own steps.
He probably doesn't think I'm feeling it. But I noticed.
Quickly turned. Blocking one's eyes in quick motion. Something you do when you shouldn't see. This is a step you make when you know you don't want to be caught.
However, here I just arrested Ahmad, acting like a normal man. Busy himself up quickly with some unimportant tasks in the kitchen.
He can't see me, can he?
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“You’re more than welcome here. Can’t see you being much of any trouble. At least not in comparison to this one.” Ahmad reassures.
“I don’t know why I missed you.” Mac huffs, then looks. “You’ll also have to deal with ben being over, like all the time.”
“He’s a child,” Ahmad actually chuckles, “He needs to be monitored.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Ben may be one of the funniest people I’ve met. But he’s a weird one.
“Aint that the truth.” Mac nodes thoughtfully, “Oh and I’m sure we’ll have to put up with dad and his giiirlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” The words leave my mouth before I realize I spoke. They just slipped through my teeth, sounding surprised and worried.
"tisha .” Mac speaks but I can’t help but will my eyes to meet that of Ahmad I have to force it, as though I know better than to look.
He’s still locked onto my small form. He now appears to be gaging my reaction. Whys? I might even say I think he wants me to say something, before he decides what his response will be.
But I don’t have a response, I’m too busy trying to find my way out of the maze that is Ahmad stare. I think he might be trying to find a way out of mine as well.
He wins out eventually, pulling away and focusing on the drip of his water bottle. “She won’t be here.” He says coolly.
“I’ve met her once, and to be honest dad, she’s kind of.. a ****.” Mac states blatantly, unwittingly not very fond of her father’s recent companion. Her dad’s seeing someone she doesn’t approach of, and yet she never spoke a word of this to me. Huh.
“Maadula.” Ahmad warns's. That voice, so commanding, is enough to make me want to curl away like a turtle, but it has no effect on Mac.
“Oh fine, I’ll keep my opinions to myself. Zara will see soon enough.” She grabs my hand, a death grip not expected from the petite brown haired girl. “We’ll be upstairs gossiping about your lady friend. Better get used to having two teenage daughters for the next year!”
We’re heading up the stations before her sentence is finished.
A grunt echoes below, causing me to turn my view back down to the kitchen, almost to the top of the steps myself.
He probably doesn’t think I noticed. But I did's.
The unmistakable quick turn away. Deterring one’s eyes in a speedy motion. Something you do when you’re not supported to be looking. It’s a move you make when you know you don’t want to be caught.
And yet, here I just caught Ahmad, pull that typical male move. Busying himself rapidly with some unimportant task in the kitchen.
He couldn’t have been looking at me, could he?
