Pearl Chapter 11: Bubbly

I know im like 2 days late 

but i kept changing the post

and i know i shouldn't be saying this 

but i am still not happy with the post

its nothing like what it was originally

i was on a roll last time and i loved the posts

but i just couldn't remember exactly what i wrote :(

but i hope you guys like it

and pleeaseeee keeeep the comments coming!

they mean so much to me

ENJOOYYY :**

oh and i don't usually do this but this post is dedicated to RwaishedAddict, the only guy ( i know of that is following my blog) ;)

P.S. excuse any grammer/spelling mistakes didn't proof read it *hands on face*

Previously:
“It doesn’t mean anything. 5al ashoof ilawrag, fe shay tb'3any ashofa al7en? Wla ynfa3 ashofhum bokra lama ma3nde shay?” Zaina was deliberately focusing on the work papers in hope he would forget. She walked over to him as she was speaking and almost got the papers out of his hand that was slightly extended. Just as she closed her fingers on the file, Yousef quickly managed to pull it away and hold it behind his back. Zaina had to take two steps forward because Yousef’s pull was a bit too strong.

   Zaina looked up at Yousef only to realize she was a bit too close to him but then again, she was close enough to see how his eyes were gleaming with admiration. She noticed how his lips were curled up into a smile, he was enjoying this, he loved what he saw and wanted answers, he was enjoying her discomfort. His eyes were glowing. For some reason, even though she felt very awkward and didn’t know what to do, the look in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, made her feel special. It made her remember what it was like to dance. Yousef made her feel special....

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   Zaina took a few steps back to move away from Yousef and ease the tension hat building up inside her. She looked away for a split second and when she looked up again Yousef had moved, he was walking away. He was walking to end of the room . It Zaina a few seconds before she realised what he was walking towards. Yousef was walking the table where the iPod and speaker deck was.

   "What are you doing??" Yousef ignored her. Despite the fact the all Zaina could see was his back but she could feel him grinning. Zaina heard the sound of the Click wheel and within seconds the music was blasting through the speakers.

   Will you count me in….

   I've been awake for a while now

   You've got me feelin like a child now

   Cause every time I see your bubbly face

   I get the tinglies in a silly place

 
   Zaina immediately jumped out of he spot and ran towards the iPod and struggled to get a grip of it. She didn't turn the volume down instead pressed the Pause  button to stop the blasting music completely. "What was that for??" She looked at Yousef with wide, shocked eyes. Yousef looked back at her, looked her straight in the eye "…Inspiration" He had the widest grin imaginable plastered to his face. "I don't need any inspiration, there is nothing here. There is no inspiration needed…." She quickly defended herself and looked down as she bit her lower lip and took a few steps so that they have alternated places.
  
    "Where are the papers you needed to give me?" Zaina was still determined to change the subject. Yousef let out a little giggle before extending his arms towards her. Zaina was still avoiding eye contact. She was too scared to look at his eyes. She was scared of how he would make her feel.

   She was just about to take them when Yousef did the same thing again and pulled them away. Yousef wanted Zaina to look at him. He wanted to see her eyes. He wanted to see what Zaina was thinking or at least try to know what she was thinking. She was obviously nervous but he wanted to know why. Was it just the subject of dance? Or was it because of his presence? But mostly, Yousef wanted Zaina to notice how his eyes was sparkling. Yousef was hoping that she could feel how this new feeling was taking over his life.

   "YOUSEEEFFF!! Aish jales etswe janantny! Give me the papers." Yousef started to laugh at how cute she looked when she gets mad "Coffee? Sometime this week maybe?" Yousef managed to ask as one side of his lips curled up into a smile. Zaina gave him a smile and quickly snatched the papers out of his hands before he could use them against her again "Sure, why not? No one can say no to..coffee"

   "Perfect…." Yousef started to walk away but still facing Zaina. He kept walking backwards "We'll call it a date then..." Yousef had the most arrogant but innocent like smile. It may not be possible but at that moment in time, it most certainly was. "Date aisshh?? ma7ad gal in a bkon date! if you call it a date again, you're going to be going to it on your own!" Zaina gave him a scary 'Oh no you didn't look' but to be honest, all she wanted to do was burst out laughing.

   Yousef left and was off to meet one of his clients but all he could think about the whole time was what he saw. He would do anything to see Zaina dancing. She looked amazing. No words could describe how his heart started to beat faster and faster when he saw her gliding across the floor.

   Later that night, as Yousef laid in bed staring at the ceiling with his right arm resting behind his head. A number of questions kept popping into his. The most frequent one was 'How does Zaina feel?' It was the only question that he couldn't find any sort of answer for.

   He grabbed his Blackberry and started reading the chats he hasn't opened. There was nothing important. Just a bunch of broadcasts, so he switched to twitter and began reading through his timeline. Looking for any important news or updates. After about 15 minutes he just couldn't distract himself any longer. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to spend the rest of the time staring at the screen and chatting with Zaina. He wanted to see her screen name because her name alone would make his heart skip a beat every time.

   Yousef: Hey, r u still up?
   Zaina: Hii, yeah i am, whats up?
   Yousef: I don't mean to be so forward, but can i ask you a question?…
   Zaina: Of course u can..what it is?
   Yousef: ummm… well...