Bright Lights 27

Dedicated to MTOAO :*

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By the time the party was over, all of the girls I came with left the party to hook up with some random guys they met! I know, how cheap! Most of them were probably drunk and didn’t realize what they were doing any ways,

Couple of my guards was already waiting for me by the gate.

They walked me outside to my car. I was too exhausted to drive; one of the bodyguards drove me back to the hotel.

When I got there it was almost 3 am. I walked in without making any noise in case Fahad was sleeping.

To my surprise, Fahad was still up staring at his laptop screen. When he saw me, he turned around and started questioning me,

Fahad: wain kentay?

Me: I was out with some friends. And please stop acting like my father.

Fahad: shsawetaw?

Me: la tsawi ro7k ma tadry, akeed the guards gayleenlik… but in case you wanna hear it from me, we were partying, I would’ve invited you, but I knew it wasn’t your thing, sorry (I said with a smirk)

I grabbed my PJ and walked to the bathroom, I didn’t want to hear more of his questions,

I took a quick shower and then I walked right out, Fahad was still there sitting in the same place,

Me: laish ma nemt

Fahad: testahbleen!

Me: Fahad, stop it with the husband controlling behavior

Fahad: Obooch emwa9eeni 3alaich, y3ni ana mas2ool 3anich! Ana hal kharabee6 ma tamshi m3ay,

Me: Ana mas2oola 3an nafsi! I’m twenty-one, I’m grown up and I can take care of myself… cut it off Fahad!

Fahad: entaay meta betkabreen 3aglech! Omich w obooch emrabeench 3adel, ma rabooch 3ala hal ma9khara

Me: ever since I met you I’ve been an angel, bas I’m not always that good! so you either get used to it or not, it doesn’t matter. I guess there are still things you don’t know about me

Fahad: la t7sbeeni madry 3an those parties eli entay w rfejatch tro7onlohm bas twa8a3tch taghayarty…3gb m7amad ma gemtay troo7een hal amakin… entay Kuwaitia, hal ashya2 el mafroo’9 ma teyy 3ala balich w etsaweenha! Entay mu methlihom, entay deenich ghair!

Me: I don’t wanna argue with you! ana a3arf el 9a7 w el ghala6, ana elyoom ma saweet anything wrong… okay re7t el party bas kent me7tarma nafsi, …

This guy cracks me up. y3ni ent shaku feeni, I’m nothing bel nesba 7agik

Me: Fahaaad, why do you care? Y3ni I’m not your wife, bel 6gag let me do whatever I want

Fahad: entay wa7da men ahali, I do care. Y3ni mu 7aram etnazleen ras obooch, obooch shaykh9ya kbeera bel Kuwait, entay 3arfa 3adatna, hatha kel eli tsaween g3d eyeeb 7achi 3aleech w 3ala obooch w 3ala el 3ayla, y3ni shnu b9eer lw ma re7tay hal 7aflat, adry feech ench ma tsaween el ghala6 bas just going there bro7a besabib mshakel… … … n6ray 3ala akher elsboo3 akeed maku majala mu katba 3an eli sawetee, akeed al7een el 9owar tarsa el net, people bel Kuwait will judge you 7atan lw mayadroon shnu 9ar bel ‘9ab6! laish etyeben el 7achi 7ag nafsch!

Me: people already talk … bel Kuwait kel shay ma y3jbhm, kelish ma hamooni

Fahad: w ahalch mayhmoonch? 3abalch ahalich merta7een mn ta9arfatch… shofay shaklich shofay lebsich, shofay el 9owar eli t9awreenhm, shofay el amakin eli tro7eenlhm, 9ara7a shay efalshl w etgoleen laish 3mitch tkrhch! L2n el nas ma tasket, entay ma tesm3een eli yngal bel Kuwait, entay mu ga3d eta2atheen bas ahalch makleenha

Me: y3ni ana afashel?

Fahad: 7ag el Kuwait eeh

Me: why did you do all of this… enta tadry al7een el kel ra7 yetkalam 3anik coz your with me, g3d etnazl ras ahalik, ga3da afashelkom!

Fahad: entay ma tfashleeni… ana a3arfch 3adel w adry ma tsaween el ghala6 … bs mu m3nata ena 3ajbni elwa’93 eli entay feh

Me: my dad’s side chethy efakroon feni? Y3ni afashel w methl ma enta ga3d etgool?

Fahad: aghlabhom met’9aygeen mnch… wed’hom etaghayreen yaboonch trf3een ras’hm

Me: my mom’s side of the family are proud of me; they support me through everything I do. Estaghferallah ahali eli bel Kuwait ekarhoni eb 3eshty! Ohma shaku feeni!!!

Fahad: la t8arnen ahal omch eb obooch

Me: whatever, I’m tired Fahad… good night

I walked to bed and got into the sheets, I kept thinking of what Fahad just told me! al7een ana “afashel,” it hurts hearing it from him.

A tear escaped my eyes but I quickly wiped it away before Fahad could see it.

Fahad turned off the lights and came in bed next to. I was giving him my back. I felt him closer to me. His chest was to my back and his arms were wrapped around me.

I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t even push him away. I was going to cry any second bs met7amla mabi abchi jedama.

Fahad: la tz3leen mn eli gelta ana abi ma9la7tch (he whispered)

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I woke up the next day at around noon. We stayed up pretty late last night. This really messed up my sleeping pattern.

Fahad was sleeping peacefuly next to me. I moved his arms slowly from around me. I got up without making any noise and got into the shower.

I changed into a long pair of jeans and wore a flow white top.

I didn't want to wake Fahad up; he's probably tired.

I grabbed my bag and walked out.

One of my old guy friends, Sean texted me, he wanted to talk to me before I leave LA.

I told Sean we could meet up for lunch.

I told my driver to drive me to the restaurant

I waited for five minutes until Sean arrived.

We hugged, greeting each other, and then sat down at our table.

Me: how are things going with you and Sam? (I asked him about his girlfriend Samantha)

Sean: hmm … That's what I wanted to talk to you about

Me: Is she okay?

Sean: yeah she's fine I guess.

Me: what's wrong then? (I stretched my hand and held his hand; he looked like he has a lot in mind)

Sean: she's cheating on me

Me: oh *gasp* are you sure?

Sean: hundred percent sure

Me: why don't you break up with her then… You deserve some one better, someone who appreciates you

Sean: I love her... I can't imagine living my life without her... I was planning on proposing but then I found out and I'm not sure what to do

Me: Try talking to her, maybe it’s not what you think

Sean: I saw her kissing that bastard Garred

Me: ugh you know Garred; He probably kissed her and she had nothing to do with it

Sean: she's been spending a lot of time with him lately, and it’s not once that I caught them kissing

Me: does she know that you know

Sean: I don't think so

Me: I think you guys should talk about your relationship, if she's not sorry I think you should end it.

We talked more about him and his girlfriend problems. I asked him about his family and friends. I miss how things used to be with us, we were so close, more like best friends

Sean: I hear you're getting married

Me: speaking of which, let me just text him and tell him come join us, you guys should meet

I texted Fahad the name of the restaurant and asked him to come, he replied with an "Okay"

We only ordered appetizers since we got here; we decided to order our main course when Fahad’s gets here.

Thirty minutes later, Fahad showed up. He greeted me by kissing my cheek and shook hands with Sean.

Sean and Fahad seemed to get along pretty well. Sean started telling Fahad about some old funny, embarassy memories of him and me together.

It looks like Fahad is having a good time.

After lunch, we said goodbye to Sean, I wished him good luck on whatever he plans to do with Sam.

Fahad: tara bacher radeen el camp

Me: yeah wanasa I’m so excited, I miss my girls

He drove me back to the hotel.

Me: ra7 tazel 9a7?

Fahad: la2 baroo7 el jam3ya ashtry chum shaghla w rad mani em6awel

Me: good, l2n lazm nekhtaar el 9owar for the magazine…

Fahad: ee okay, rub3 sa3a w yay.

I got out of the car, the guards and security were around me, since the paparazzi were waiting for me… I walked into the lobby and walked to the elevators, and then to my suite.

I changed my clothes into a training pants and a t-shirt. I didn’t want to wear any thing short. It’s better not to expose any of my skin to him. I don’t want to hear yesterday’s lecture again.

I turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels, there wasn’t anything on to watch.

I laid down on bed and waited for Fahad.

Twenty minutes later, Fahad come in with snacks and some sodas. He placed the things on the kitchen counter. He grabbed his laptop. Then walked to the TV and connected the laptop to it’s screen, to get a better look at the photos.

I was laying on my tummy watching Fahad with my hands under my chin.

When he was done he came next to me with the little remote and started the slide.

He handed me a piece of paper to write down the number of each photo we’re gonna choose.

There were some behind the scenes videos.

Me: let's watch the videos in the end, okay

He nodded.

We continued looking at the photos and I kept writing down the ones we like. We actually liked most of them but we didn’t want to choose any of the one’s where we were both kissing or the one’s we were touching.

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I was too busy looking and laughing at the photos, I didn’t realize the time. Fahad walked in, he was surprised to see me still awake.

Fahad: shga3d tsaween?

Me: don’t worry, ma t3abatht eb your laptop, I’m just looking at the photos we took today.

He took off his shirt, went to the closet took his PJ’s out and went to the bathroom to change.

Minutes later, he walked out, wearing only his Pj’s shorts, he was topless… God this man is burning me up with his hotness.

Fahad: sakray el laptop w namay esa3a wa7da. (He ordered)

Me: matabi etshoof el photos?

Fahad: ashofhom bacher ma 3endi shay.

Me: ma 3edk work bacher?

Fahad: I just took care of everything.

Me: I thought you went out with your friends?

Fahad: la2 rab3i bel Kuwait.

Me: oh okay.

Fahad: entay lel7een ma badaltay hdoomich?

Me: no, I didn’t realize the time.

I got up and took my beige silk tank top and matching mini shorts from the closet and walked to the bathroom.

After I was done, I walked out, couldn’t find Fahad anywhere,

Me: aaaaaaaaaahhh

Faj2a the door behind me opened making jump

Fahad: 7emdellah weshker

Me: khara3tni!!!! Chethy a7aad eba6el el bab

Fahad: entay emsa6la,

I walked to bed,

Fahad: mat3rfeen talbseen shay 6weel 7ag el noom? Entay a9laan 3endch shay 6weel eb kabatich (he went to the closet to check) see what I’m talking about? maku fayda

Me: look who’s talking! Dude, you’re topless. 3al a8al I’m wearing something decent

Fahad: “something decent” you’re barely wearing anything!

Me: enta shaku eb hdoomi… b3dain I’m wearing a pajama, y3ni tabeni albs dara3a

Fahad: 3al a8al lbsay shay 6weel jdami

Me: wallah etha mu 3ajbk you can move to another room

I got into the covers

Fahad: oboch mayzfch 3ala lebsich?

Me: FAHAD! This is none of your business (I yelled at him angrily)

Ma7b a7ad ytkalam 3an lebsi!

Fahad: laish m3a9ba?

I ignored him and closed my eyes.

I woke up the next day feeling more comfortable than usual. I opened my eyelids to notice that I was sleeping on Fahad’s shoulder with my hand on his chest. He was laying on his back, with one arm wrapped around me, and the other was laying on the other side of bed.

I looked up to see his face he was fully awake smiling at me. I was confused.

Fahad: 3ajbtch el nooma chena? (he teased)

I quickly sat up, pushing myself away from him

Me: this is the last time you’re sleeping on the bed

He sat up laying his back on the edge of the bed.

Fahad: are you sure (he smirked)

I gave him a look

He extended his arms until he reached my waist, he quickly pulled me toward him; making my back hit his chest. He held me very closely, dug his face into my neck, softly pressing his lips against it, and was hesitant to let go.

I could feel him smiling.

I felt strange tingling go up my spine. It was … a nice feeling.

Me: Fahad (I whispered)

Fahad: laish lel7een em3a9ba (his face came closer to my cheek) tara mu 8a9di ams kent a6afrch bas

What is he talking about?

Ahaaa estaw3bt, g3d ytklm 3an lebsii,

Fahad: yuba mayhmni kaifch lbsay eli tabeni, adry ench mat7been a7ad y3l8 fa gelt a6africh

Me: wakher (I tried to push his arms away from me) Fahad move… ambeh enta shfeek! Fahad!!

He finally let go.

Me: you’re so weird (I told him as I jumped out of the bed)

Fahad: and you love me

Me: hah you have no idea

7emdellah weshker! Shakla 7alman feni.

I got up went to the bathroom, took a warm shower, I got dressed and ready to leave,

Fahad was eating breakfast, I wasn’t hungry t join him

Me: I’m leaving, tabi shay?

Fahad: wain ray7a?

Me: baroo7 7ag omi, I need to sign some final papers 7ag my contract for the X company

Fahad: contract shnu?

Me: modeling?

DUH!

Fahad: how long does the contract last?

Me: six months, I was going to sign up for a year bas madry a7s ra7 e9eer wayd ‘9a’36 3alai coz I’m already modeling for my mom’s company and a lot of other random ones w with college, I thought it was better to settle with six months

Fahad: your schedule is already full, laish wa8a3tay 3al 3a8d

Me: we’ve been planning this for so long, last time when I went to my mom’s office I finally decided on which company I wanna work with. 3adi its only six months this is really good for my career.

Fahad: entay adra eb hal sowalf, good luck with whatever you do.

Me: thank you, chna a7s ena mu 3ajbk eli ana g3da asawii?

Fahad: ana mu 3ajbni fekra el modeling in general its not just the contract.

Me: oh well, (I shrugged my shoulders) … yallah bye, I don’t wanna be late.

I asked for my own car. I drove my way to my mom’s office, the guards were obviously following,

I talked with my manager and signed all the papers needed.

I was done, I’m officially modeling for the X company.

At around noon, I drove to one of my old friends place.

She knew I was coming over, she was so excited to see me. She invited some other people I know.

I met Ashley when I was 13, at some modeling agency. We continued modeling together until I turned 17. She started acting then and she got so busy with her career, we lost in touch. But here we are again,

Ashley: you should totally come to Andrew’s party tonight. It’s insane! He throws the best parties here… you’re fiancé could come too

Me: nah, I don’t think it’s a good idea, he’s not that type. I would love to go though. I haven’t been to such parties in freshman year in college.

Ashley: I can’t believe you’re getting married

Me: yeah me too.

Ashley: I always thought that you’d be the first one of us to get married, but never that it would be that soon, so tell me about him? I’ve seen his pictures, HE’S HOT!!!

Me: haha please don’t let him hear you… he’s so full of himself… he does what he wants and expects others to listen to him. It gets on my nerves sometimes but I can handle him.

Ashley: do you love him?

Me: Ash we’re getting married!

Ashley: I know, but … is it like an arranged marriage or is it just a typical love story

Me: no, not arranged… we met at a gathering two years ago and we started dating since then … he’s madly in love with me, he wants us to get married now, like this summer but I was too busy to plan the wedding

Haha in his face! Let them think that he’s the one who’s running after me not the other way around!

Ashley: poor guy, he can’t wait to get into your pants!

Me: yeah well, sucks for him.

Ashley: and you too! That guy is freaking hot! How the hell do you sleep with him in the same room and not do it!

Me: its complicated

What the hell am I suppose to tell her!

The door bell interrupted us, the girls came in, we talked, laughed and what not

I missed those days when we were all kids, we used to sit together and complain about the modeling agencies.

We stayed like this until 6 pm. I excused myself to go to the hotel to change my clothes and get ready for Andrew’s party.

I drove to SLS, went up to our suite, Fahad was not there,

I changed my clothes and got ready,

Ashley called me to go down, she was waiting for me in her limo,

When we got there, I was the first to walk I. I was overwhelmed by all the noise. Music blared from the speakers everywhere, people were shouting or singing, or just talking. Alcohol was everywhere.

Lights flashed, distracting me, and soon I found myself on an over crowded dance floor.

While later, Ashley pulled me away from the dance floor and walked me to Andrew’s. She introduced us to each other.

Some random guys would try to hit on me, but I would just push them away and walk away whenever they tried to get too close.

By the time the party was over, all of the girls I came with left the party to hook up with some random guys they met! I know, how cheap! Most of them were probably drunk and didn’t know what they were doing any ways,

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Dedicated to RED <3

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We were both walking to our first spot, which was in a huge garden filled with all kind of flowerbeds and there was a swinging chair in the middle. The view was breath taking. I loved the idea. We sat there on that chair and after every picture we’d change positions. I felt more comfortable being around Fahad today than I was the other day. He was more relaxed which lightened up my mood a little.

After changing our outfits and fixing my make up, we were lead by the crew to the greenhouse for our next photo shoot. The photographer set us in the aisle of the grapes that fell on the sides of a wooden caved path and the trellis.

Me: you’re going to enjoy this.

Fahad: you bet I will (he grinned)

We were asked to look into each other’s eyes, hold hands, lean on the wooden trellis and kiss each other once on the cheek other on the lips!

The photographer asked for Fahad to take off his shirt. He looked mouth watering.

We did everything the photographer asked us to. There was only the kissing shoot that was left.

I hesitated to kiss Fahad. I never made out with him in public. In fact, I never made out with anyone in public.

Fahad didn’t see any reaction from me so he leaned in. I think he noticed how nervous I was. His hand sent shivers up my spine when he touched my chin bringing my face closer to his.

Fahad: la tkhafeen I’m not letting them publish any photo of us kissing. (He whispered)

I tried to act normal but I’m not sure if any one bought it.

Me: 3ayal why kiss? (I whispered back)

Fahad: coz I want to...

I smiled as I felt my cheeks burn.

Fahad: mesta7ya? (He whispered once again)

That was surprising. Saba Mackenzie is never that shy in front of anyone before.

I felt him smile as he let his lips brush over mine, making me ache for the need of his,

He brought his hand down on mine and he played with my hand and kept moving the ring that I was wearing.

I felt spark of electricity travel through my veins.

He was teasing me; he wouldn’t kiss me. He just kept brushing his lips on mine.

I forgot about everyone around me, I closed my eyes, and extended my arm and wrapped it around his waist. His hand held my back. I leaned into him and kissed him hungrily.

Too soon we had to pull away, both grasping for air.

It was when I realized what we were actually doing. The photographer seemed happy with the photos he captured.

The next photo shoot was silly yet graceful. It was taken place in a fountain, which was more of a waterfall, where Fahad has to splash water over me. I bet he's gonna enjoy this the most. Little did he know about my evil little plan on what I was going to do with him. This photo shoot should be fun and full of life.

At first I was sitting on the edge of the fountain crossed legged smiling at Fahad. The photographer captured couple of our pauses. Then we started the water fight; both splashing water at each other. Did I mention Fahad was shirtless? Well, he was. And it drove me crazy. The water drops were teasing me going down his Pecs and abs.

All I really wanted to do was to jump over him and lick his body. I mentally slapped myself. I shouldn't be lusting over Fahad. 'There are hundreds of guys out there are much better looking than him' I kept lying to myself.

I walked closer to him with a seducing gaze, about to start my "evil plan." I walked closer and closer. I placed my hands on his bare chest and looked at him smiled. He smiled back, not knowing what I had in mind. I started to gently push him backwards. He took a couple of steps back and I took a couple forward. We got closer to the waterfall. And that's when I pushed him against it. The water was crashing all over his head. I was about to laugh at him but unexpectedly he pulled me into him, hitting his rocky chest. We were both beneath the waterfall, the water was crashing onto our heads. I was holding my breath and closing my eyes tight. The water was extremely cold. I was shrieking. Fahad was definitely enjoying this. I tried to move away but Fahad wouldn't let go.

3gb ma tsaba7t w khala9t the photographer yelled out to tell us that the shoots were wonderful. He asked us to go get ourselves dry and get ready for the last photo shoot.

My outfit was a high waist destroyed denim mini-shorts with a checked blouse. My hair was still wet. It looked great with the outfit. They fixed my make up, making it look a little messy. I looked like a hardworking sexy cowgirl.

As for my sexy cowboy, Fahad was wearing a low-waist long denim pants, his checked boxers, was showing… as for the top, he was wearing plain white sleeveless shirt.

Our last set was in an old vintage truck,

We started with me on the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel. The window was down and Fahad was standing right outside of the vehicle hitting on me.

We were mostly chatting on this set. The photographer wanted to capture how we both act around each other,

We talked/flirted (more like fought), and the photographer kept taking his pictures.

Me: you keep getting better and better in this

Honestly, he should be a model.

Fahad: adry (he wanted to laugh but he settled with a smile)

Me: you’re so full of yourself

The photographer captured what he needed and then he shouted out that he wanted us to be more physical. And instructed Fahad on what to do for his next pause.

Fahad opened the truck’s door, getting closer to me, while I moved my position and let my legs hang out of the truck while I was still sitting on the driver’s seat. My hand was on his masculine shoulder, again just to show off my ring.

He had one hand on my knee; and the other holding the top edge of the truck.

He leaned in and whispered into my ears,

Fahad: 7abeet el photographer

I didn't say anything back,

He loved the photographer just because he told us to be more physical! But then again when it comes to us having our little make out session in our hotel room, he just leaves me and walks out. I don't get it.

Does he like me, or not?

I don't understand where we stand. I don't think we're friends and at the same time, I know for sure that we're not a couple.

Fahad's warm breath on my neck brought my head brought my attention back to him.

He planted a soft kiss on my neck. I pulled back a little to look into his eyes, and smiled.

I think it’s payback time, for walking out on me the other night.

If he decides to tease me with his games, well I better play along.

He kept planting those soft kisses on my neck, moving up to my cheek. All I did was enjoy the feeling. I didn’t react to anything he did.

It was a hard thing to do, but I gotta teach him a lesson and get him this message that I’m not that easy to get. I can control my feelings and I’m not falling for whatever he’s planning on doing.

For the whole photo shoot, even when we had to change our spots, even when I had to sit on his lap, through everything, I didn’t give him what he wanted. I was just pausing.

I knew what Fahad was feeling. He was dying for me to kiss him back. I could see it his eyes. Lust was eating him up. All I gave him was a smirk.

The sun was setting, everyone was exhausted and tired,

The photographer finally called it a wrap.

I jumped off of Fahad’s lap and walked towards the dressing room, Fahad followed. We changed into our clothes.

Lmn khala9na I asked him to take me back to the hotel.

When we reached the hotel and got into our suite, Fahad got into the shower and I laid down on the bed. I made a few phone calls.

I called my manager and told her to cancel all of the other photo shoots. I told her one magazine was enough. I also canceled all of the interviews. It was too soon to talk about the engagement to the press. We could do it at the end of the summer when we get back from Kuwait, if I wanted to.

I was still talking on the phone when Fahad walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

I tried not to pay him any attention, but GOD he looked so HOT!

He walked to the closet to get dressed,

When he finished he came back, and as soon as I hung up he asked,

Fahad: shesalfa?

Me: nothing… I canceled everything, we’re not doing any more photo shoots or interviews.

Fahad: Laaish (he asked in surprise) gelteelhm? (still men9dm)

Me: dude, I didn’t tell anyone about our secret! I just think ena 9awarna wayd mala da3i we over do it w enkhali el press eshikoon fena.

Fahad: laish eshikon?

Me: coz these things are personal, we are not suppose to tell them about it so easily. They have to come and ask for it. They should find the story themselves.

Fahad: bs e7na ma nabeehm e3arfoon 8e9atna…

Me: they’re not going to find one. We don’t have a story Fahad.

Fahad: if they dig into this, e7na eli ra7 nakelha

Me: no they wont know anything. L2n ma7ad yadry 3an our secret.

Fahad: okay, kaifich saway eli eray7ch… (He walked to the door and turned to me) ana mashi tabeen shay?

Me: salamtik

I think he left to see his friends.

I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. I decided to look at the photo’s we took today. The photographer sent me all of the photos; they were not edited yet. He wanted me to pick the ones I want to be in the magazine.

I found Fahad’s laptop on the desk. I grabbed it and walked back to bed. I turned it on, unfortunately, his laptop asked me for the password.

I hesitated about asking him for his password. After thinking about it, I decided to text him. I was bored and there was nothing to do.

Saba Alflani: Wats ur laptop pass?
Fahad Alflani: Roweena
Fahad Alflani: Capitalize the R

That was easy, he didn’t even ask why,

7aram his password is after his sister, allah yer7amha…

I inserted the flash drive and started looking at the photos. There were some behind the scene videos, but I didn’t look at them.

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I was too busy looking and laughing at the photos, I didn’t realize the time. Fahad walked in, he was surprised to see me still awake.

Fahad: shga3d tsaween?

Me: don’t worry, ma t3abatht eb your laptop, I’m just looking at the photos we took today.