Mamoud Essa
So homeboi got waaaaaay tired of that party shiz anyway like he practically manifested the fire alarm he was weirdly glad? Like yes so sad that the party venue parade got rained on- kinda literally but he was kinda relieved when reflecting on it.
He rushed out of the house in the crowd with Brandon taking little tight spaced steps where space bubbles were being violated left and right but thankfully when they got out it was a clear sky. They looked a little bit messy, in an edgy way. When you think about it this is so aesthetic like lavish murder mystery movies who? They can’t compete. They stood a few feet apart, not fazed by the water drenching their clothes bcos they were big tough guys standing outside in a now shady looking area because of the lack of illumination. But they talked for a little bit more and exchanged numbers like troy and gabriella on new years eve, the resemblance was uncanny and ended up ditching for mcdonalds like the edgy, quirky, teenagers they are.
Windows rolled down, loud music blaring on the radio that passed the arctic monkey vibe check if you know what I mean. A song that just perfectly tied into the moment of driving with one hand young, wild and free. It was quiet and serene in a going-to-meet-a-hitman kind of way if they were going to Denny’s but nobody can compete with 24 hour McBreakfast so all looked good in their hard plastic booth with bright yellow lighting and tiled walls beside them where if you stopped paying attention to it, it no longer smelled like butts. AND THEY HAD A SOUND MACHINE TO SIT BY ON THE DIRTY, GERMY, STAINED FLOOR!! To lay their heads back even though god knows where that machine has been and just talk without any concept of time.
OF COURSE, Safiya doesn’t get it though, she worries too much. Mamoud doesn’t get it anymore. As an empath he knows that worry is thought not feeling so it is just incomprehensible to him why she wastes so much time thinking!! When he can be a happy moron he will be a happy moron. So, he and Safiya talked it out on the edge of her bed with the hall light on and he comforted her caring heart. Leaving it at that.
This morning he opened his eyes and woke up lying perfectly still, pleasantly welcomed by the blue color on his ceiling and walls. It reminded him of the ocean, which made him feel safe every morning, protected by nature, maybe it was silly but it made him happy. The morning heat still burned him even when he wore as little coverage as possible while being appropriate, his father liked saving money with the AC, some things just never change. He irritatedly sat up in his boxers and gently opened his wobbly drawer to reach for his Dream Journal and pull it into his lap, snatching a pen from the flat top of the cabinetry. Some people think it is funny when a man does that, but Mamoud doesn’t think so, he is in touch with his feminine side.
After writing messily, he gets up to make breakfast in the obnoxiously bright, modern kitchen. Dragging down the stairs, and groggily opening the fridge. He has his mother’s gift in the kitchen, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. Mamoud loathes getting up early, nonetheless he reminds himself everyday that it is a favor to his mom and he has to be thoughtful and express gratitude to his parents in his semi-traditional-if-you-forget-the-filthy-rich-part household. They all want a maid, however their father wants them to be able to take care of themselves, and make their own money, and none of the ungrateful brat stuff. It’s a drag, Mamoud wants it all which is really annoying but he gets it from his father so oh well.
Next, he brushes his teeth, that part is pretty simple.
Then, he gets dressed. Fashion kinda skipped a generation with him, but it’s okay buddy. He pulls his head though his shirt, sits on his bed to pull on his pants, that part isn’t pretty, today he was wearing light color jeans, and then gets his socks kinda nasty walking down the hall, stairs, and then hall again to get to the shoe tray next to the door where his very nice sneakers awaited him.
He slid one of his backpack straps on and walked out to the garage, clicking it open with his fancy remote, he was so proud to have all of this now, he was never a bragger although he is confident in his knowledge that hard work pays off. He watched his parents go through it. (He helped his parents through it too but yeesh that kids never gonna get credit from them anyways) But now, look where they are. It opened slowly to reveal his shiny silver car in by inch. Mamoud had gone to the car wash saturday before school started to refresh before starting something new. He ran in because he is usually a little late and feels incompetent to Safiya who believes early is on time. Then they took off like villains on a heist.
At school, the parking lot was always full so they took a walk from the back and went their separate ways to class. He didn’t see anybody he knew so he just went on to his first classroom through the tall hallways where everything echoes twice but you never notice because it’s so loud and full. From a few feet away though, he saw Mike, and waved with a welcoming smile. A friend! Well that wasn’t really his reaction but he always says hi. “Hey! I haven’t seen you in so long” He responded in a friendly tone. “It was good, where were you all night?” He asked curiously.
@Madilfill HAHA SORRY
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