Playing For Keeps

4

---Hussain's POV---

I kicked off my shoes and fell on to my bed.

Such a long day. I am so exhausted!! 

I felt myself starting to fall asleep and right when I decided I probably should sleep I got a text from my friend. 

~~~Text~~~

A--> What are u doing?

H--> Was just in bed..why?

A--> Well, Mr. player of the school...if you aren't too busy..I am bored!

H--> I am not with any one! 😑😑😑😑

A--> 😯😯😯

H--> Where did you want to hang out?

A--> I do not care

H--> Okay, see you in a few. 

~~~End text~~~

I got up and got ready for a casual hang out day. Once I was ready and we had decided on where to hang out I left the house. 

I got there and waited for him. Late as per usual. 

I decided to go on my phone until he showed up. I was on it for about twenty minutes before he came. 

"I know I am late," Atif said.

"At least you know something," I said. 

"How nice," he said sarcastically. 

"So you were telling me about a dream you had the other day," he said. 

"Oh yeah. So there's this girl..the same girl, who keeps coming in my dream and for some reason I have a problem with distancing myself from her. I actually apologized in it!" I said. 

He started chocking on his drink.

"You...you...apologized?" He asked.

I nodded.

"And that is how you know it is not a dream," he said. 

"But there is another twist," I said.

"What?"He asked. 

"I am never clearly able to remember what she looks like," I said. 

"How is that possible?" He asked.

"There is always a slight change with her. Like one night it'll be blue eyes, the second brown and the third she's wearing glasses," I said. 

"So, the rest of her face didn't change," he said. 

"Actually, it does," I said. 

"Explain," he said.

"Make-up, no make-up. Hair color changes as well, but it's her voice that does not change," I said. 

"Well, at least you know it is just a dream," he said.

"Ya,"I sighed in relief. 

Once we were done we asked for our check. 

"Would you guys be needing an boxes?" The waitress.

"They are free," she added. 

By how fast I looked up, I can tell Atif already figured it out. 

"You can't be serious," he said.

"I'm serious they are free," she said. 

"What's your name?" I asked her.

If she only had a freaking name tag!

"Why?" She asked.

"Just asking," I said.

"I know who you are. I'm not interested in anything," she said. 

She took the check and left. 

"We have to come back here," I said as we walked out.