Five Lovestories

"Bim..? Biiiim!"

She looked irritated at me, and furrowed her eyebrows. It was 4pm and Bim had been asleep for a few hours now. I had to wake her up. She grabbed her pillow and put it over her face.

"No.. I'm sleeping.." She groaned.

"Yeah, and if you sleep more, you won't do that tonight." I smiled and walked down the ladder, we had bunk beds. "So wake up now, we can do something fun!"

"Like what..?"

"Like.. do pranks and stuff." I grinned.

"I've never been a fan of pranks. It's stupid." She spoke quietly.

"Why?" I asked.

What kid on the planet didn't like pranks? I thought amused.

"Because.. one day, I decided to do a prank on my dad.. I set the clock wrong and he got late to his work. I had no idea how angry he would be when he came home.."

She looked a bit teary. I felt bad, for bringing up the whole prank-thing.

"Okay, so we can.. Dress up and act weird around school?" I suggested.

"Not in the mood." She said simply.

She looked at her wardrobe and sighed.

"I need to get rid of some clothes though.. Clothes I don't want."

"I love clothes, I can take them!"

She actually laughed a bit.

"Sure, whatever." She said. "Maybe you can do the same? Like.. we can trade clothes?"

"That's a great idea!"

I honestly would've done anything to get her in a good mood again, but this sounded fun. We both started to go through our clothes and pick out the peices we were tired of, or just wanted to give away.

"I want this.." She pouted and held one of her t-shirts in her hands. "But it's too big.."

I got an idea.

"Hey, why don't you do something about that? Like, design it differently, so it fits perfect?"

She liked that idea, and went for scissors, sewing machine, and colours. I had no idea that Bim was good at that kind of stuff, but after a few hours, she basically had a collection of new clothes.

"Wow.. Where did you learn this?" I asked, admiring her work.

"Nowhere really. I watched my mom do this sometimes."

"Yeah, but that's just the technique, where did you get the.. heart to do this?"

"I guess my heart it leaking, maybe creativity."


It was evening, and almost dinner time. At first, I thought I would go down and eat at the cafeteria, or somewhere downtown. But then I remembered, we actually have a kitchen here, near all the domitorys.
Bim was reading a magazine, and I was listening to music in my headphones.

"How do you feel about me going to buy some food from the supermarket, and then we cook here? In the kitchen?" I asked after ripping my headphones off.

She looked up at me, slowly nodding.

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Okay."

So I got my purse and locked the door after me. On my way down, someone was calling my name in the cafeteria. Confused, I looked around, but couldn't see anyone familiar.

"Kathleen!"

I jumped when I felt a warm hand on my back. It was Zayn.

"God, you scared me." I laughed.

Zayn pulled away his hand from my back awkwardly and smiled.

"Where are you going?"

"To the grocery store, I'm buying some food. And you are eating here, I can see." I smiled.

"Yeah, but pasta salad doesn't make you full though." He chuckled. "Can I come with you?"

My heart was pumping hard and fast, and I had no idea why.

"Sure!" I stuttered.

Why was I so nervous? He was one of the greatest guy I have ever met, nothing to be nervous about. But he was so.. I just liked everything about him. His black, shining eyes, his thick english and his foregin look. That reminded me of something.

"So, Zayn.. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything!" He smiled with his hands in his pockets.

"Where do you come from? Or, where do your parents come from?"

"I have Pakistani background, from my parents."

"Cool!" I smiled.

We called for a cab and went to the grocery store. I bought noodles, spices, big-pack Coca Cola, the Ben&Jerry's-flavour "Cookie Dough" and crisps. Zayn bought chicken, potatos, and chocolate.

"Is there like a party at your room or what?" Zayn laughed when he saw all my stuff.

"You can say that." I laughed too.

I started to think that I really wanted to watch a scary movie, but I guessed Bim didn't like that kind of stuff. But just in case, I rented "The Conjuring" and then we took the cab home again.

"So can I watch that with you? It looks superfunny." He said when we were sitting in the cab.

"Sorry, no guys aloud."

"I was actually kidding, I hate scary movies." He confessed.

"What? How can you? It's like the best category in movies!" I laughed. "So you wouldn't watch this, even with friends?"

"Never in a millon years." He said.

"So what you are saying is that.. If we were watching this movie together.. I'd be the one that would hug you when you get scared?"

He laughed.

"Yeah, basically."

"That's so cute.." I said and giggled.

Whyy did I say that? He looked at me, and smiled. I totally sent out the wrong signals now, and he took it wrong.. But.. At the same time.. Was it really wrong signals?..

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