#Mahira looking pretty is next

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* / 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑎 𝐴𝑧𝘩𝑎𝑟

( mahira khan fc, 36, cis female, she/her ) do you think maya azhar knows the stories about club éclatant? the heterosexual taurus is pretty good at keeping quiet, if so. no wonder they stick to their day job as a meeting planner. i guess it helps that they’re so + efficient and + generous as well as - unyielding and - stubborn. wild wind tousled dark hair, abandoned wine glasses next to coffee mugs, perfectly tailored coats, overflowing day planners.

𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑦

Maya comes from a second-generation immigrant family, all very well educated but incredibly traditional. Her parents both surgeons with high expectations of their three children, Maya especially being the oldest. Caught between her parents' expectations for academic excellence and maintaining piety she learned to put her desires and needs on the back burner. It was the sort of conditioning that took her twice as long to unlearn.

Due to her inability to stand the sight of blood and gore following in her parents' footsteps was out of the question. So she went for business after a long formal conversation with her parents. Not halfway through they decided it was time for her to get married. To a guy she’d known growing up from her parents' circle of friends. Casual friends, he was nice enough, a doctor as well her father having been a mentor figure of sorts to him. Without the freedom to openly date and knowing in the end she would be marrying someone her parents chose for her she said yes without arguing too long.

The problem was at twenty-two she had yet to learn herself, her desires, what she wanted of her life having grown up so closely monitored. Always putting her desires to the back, giving until she was empty with no one to pour back into herself.

The wedding was a blur, she got along with her husband well enough they could be friends which was a blessing from the beginning. And she tried to love him, so very much but it just never happened. With her parents' interference in her decisions having disappeared for the first time she was able to decide what made her happiest. It started with switching her major to event management to pursue her passion and fascination with all things events. Deciding fairly quickly the exhibition and tradeshow side of the events industry was the right fit for her.

Things went on that way for several years where the only source of passion in her life her work, going through the motions at home. Trying to have a child and continually failing, and honestly not caring about that much either even though it was all anyone around her could talk about and remind her of. Then she met Jack Bardet, and he was like a shock to her system. He intrigued her, and she was drawn in like a moth to a flame and before she knew it she was crossing boundaries never before explored. When she realized she felt for him the way she’d never felt for anyone else was a wake-up call to her that burst the bubble of bliss she was in.

She’d barely come to terms with her feelings when she found out she was pregnant, she knew it had to be his and a test confirmed it. Suddenly he was ready to go all in with her and there was pure joy for but a moment until she thought of all the forces that be in her life. It was a wash of cold water to her system. At this point in her life, Maya had spent very little time choosing herself and doing what made her happy, but the indoctrinated cultural norms she grew up with and was constantly faced with were not so easy to turn her back on. Not when the stakes felt so high in her family there were a hundred reasons to stay and just her happiness and his to leave.

In the end, she couldn’t say yes to him and he disappeared. The despair she felt in the aftermath was unlike anything else. The pregnancy was difficult enough, but the postpartum depression she fell into afterward was even worse. Thankfully she had so much family to take care of the child when she could barely take care of herself. Unable to look at her baby some days as she would only be reminded of the lie she was telling everyone around her and what she’d given up.

When she finally got the help she needed to get better it was exactly what she needed to face not only the post-pregnancy trauma but also the negative cognitions and conditioning that ran so deep. Not long after she filed for divorce, ready to live life on her terms and do what was best for her and her baby's wellbeing. Within a year or so that was settled, and she was able to spend time rediscovering and loving herself once more. At a much better place now she decided it was time Jack met his child, finally she feels ready to apologize and makes things right, this time on his terms as she’d taken that choice away the last time. No idea how far removed his world is from hers, and in for a huge surprise.

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠

Best Friend

New Friends/Acquaintances

Someone who introduces her to the world of Eclatant

I’m blanking and will expand on this later but i’m down for anything!

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Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar... -Chapter Ten

Ho Ho HoLY SHIT ANOTHER CHAPTER AFTER AGES!!! This chapter gives a bit of backstory for some characters but next chapter there will be plot and stuff!!! Also you can thank @notsomolly return to tumblr and uploading amazing work for this update because I literally didn’t want to write and seeing her back gave me some motivation yea. So enjoy! 

Also some words if you don’t know urdu/hindi:

Aloo Ke Pateh= son of a potato (an insult)

Kyoon= why?

Oh also there is a trigger warning at the beginning of the fic for abuse. 

"Mahira!" The gruff voice shouted slamming the front door. Mahira tensed and looked up from her place in the kitchen, she took a deep breath and walked to where he was.

"Y-Yes?" She asked.

"I'm hungry. Where's dinner?" He asked curtly.

"I-It's coming j-just five more minutes."

"It better not taste bad." He told her. She nodded and ran to the kitchen to finish preparing the meal and prayed he would like it. She set the table and bowl of food in front of him. He grabbed a roti and scooped the food into his plate. She held onto her dupatta for dear life as twenty minutes of agony passed as he ate. He finished and pushed his plate away.

"D-Do you want more..?" She asked. He shook his head and went to the couch leaving her to clean up after him. Dinner went well, she was fine, she was fine.

"Mahira what's this?" He asked holding up a box with a bracelet.

"Oh my mom came over and-" she started explaining.

"She was here? And you didn't fucking tell me?" He shouted. She flinched. Oh god oh god.

"I-I didn't think it was anything bad."

"Why not huh? You don't belong to her anymore." He told her.

"R-Rajesh she's my mom." She defends. He glares and slowly stalks over to her. Oh no, no Mahira you idiot. She thought. He grabbed her arm painfully and got in her face.

"You. Are. My. Wife." He told her. "You don't belong to her. And you're not allowed to see her. Understood?"

"R-Rajesh you’re hurting me!"

"I SAID UNDERSTOOD?!" He shouted. It wasn't a question. She nodded quickly and he let go of her, pushing her away from him as she hit the wall. She bit her cheek to not cry in front of him. He walked off to the bedroom and Mahira sank to the floor and silently sobbed.

Mahira woke up sobbing and screaming, she looked around and saw her apartment, thank goodness, it was just a nightmare. The light switches on and she looks and sees Sana standing in the doorway.

"What happened what's wrong?!" Sana asks concerned.

"Nothing, it was a nightmare. I'm sorry, I woke you." Mahira says.

"I was awake already don't worry..." Sana assures. She looks at Mahira, "Was it about Rajesh...?" She asks. Mahira looks down. Even after two years that asshole was still haunting her. Sana came over and sat in bed next to her, holding her.

"He's not here." Sana told her.

"I know." Mahira mumbled.

"He's not in the country."

"I know."

"He's not coming back."

"I know. I know all that and it doesn't help." She told Sana.

"Why not?"

"Because I chose him. I fell in love with him and picked him to be my husband and I married him. I wanted to be with that monster Sana." She explains. Tears fall down her cheeks.

"He manipulated and abused you Mahira. He made you fall in love with him. It's not your fault." Sana tells her. She stayed quiet. A part of her knew that but another part of her wondered what parts of their entire relationship were real and what parts were fake. He had to have liked her in the beginning right? In order to spend all that time wooing her. But then again everything he did was an ulterior motives. She looked at Sana and Sana smiled back at her.

"Can you distract me?" Mahira asked.

Sana smiled and went to turn off the light and then went back and lied next to Mahira in bed. "Well Chris and I went on another date. We kissed again, like a ton. He's a great kisser."

"Tongue?" Mahira asked.

"Oh hell yes." Sana confirmed. Mahira giggled. "He's a bit of a bad dancer though." Sana confessed.

"Well don't invite him to a wedding."

"I'll invite him to the reception just not the mendhi."

"Good idea."

"How's your project with the hot professor going?" Sana asked. Mahira groaned.

"He's an aloo ke Pateh.*"

"How so?"

"He just, I don’t know he always tries to prove how smart and multicultural he is and then says something stupid.”

"Aw how cute."

"Not cute."

"Totally cute, I ship it."

"Sana Tahir take that back."

"Kyoon?*"

"Because it's never gonna happen. He's white, he's not Muslim and he's not my type. And no one will marry someone like me."

"Hey don't say that Mahi."

"It's true though isn't it?"

"Do you think I thought I'd live past the age of 18? Mahira I was in the hospital at 16 and I weighed 60 pounds. I didn't think I'd ever be here. We all have low points in our life, it's our choice whether to make something better of it or not." Sana said. Mahira stared at her in the darkness and hugged her tight crying softly into her shoulder. Sana hugged her tightly and held her as she cried. She knew what feeling empty felt like. She knew what wrecks they both were. She hated what Rajesh did to her. She wanted to make him feel that pain tenfold and even still it wouldn't be enough. It still wouldn't compare to the pain he caused her. So she let Mahira cry and held her as she did.

“No one wants a wreck like me,” Mahira whispered between sobs. “No one wants a weak, spineless shell of a person like me.” Sana’s heart broke as she said that, damn everything in the universe that made her think that. She stroked Mahira’s hair like her mom always did for her.

“You are one of the bravest people I’ve ever met. Mahira, that guy ruined you. He took and took until there was nothing left and you still fought. You still decided to stay. You reinvented yourself, you became this amazing, wonderful, completely talented woman and I honestly am so honored to be your friend.” Sana tells her.

Mahira looks at Sana, “You’re so much more than my friend you’re like my sister Sana. You are my sister.” Sana smiles and hugs her forever thankful she met Mahira.

“Come on we’re gonna make cookies.” Sana says.

“What kind?” Mahira asked.

“Lets just put everything in them and see what happens.”

“Do you want to start another fire?”

“Hey! That was just smoke!”

Mahira laughed as they went to the kitchen at 2 in the morning to make cookies, talk about boys (well Sana did about Chris), the world, and who was the true Bollywood heartthrob of the 90’s (Shahrukh Khan ultimately won because who could deny that performance in Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham?). And even though Mahira knew all her fears and doubts about the future and Rajesh were still there. She knew the love surrounding her was greater than all of those combined. And the love she didn’t know coming was also greater than her fears but… that’s a different story for a different chapter…

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can u tell us about some movies that are coming in 2017? i know about maula jatt. which ones do u think are worth waiting for?

Maula Jatt is definitely one to look out for. I think Fawad and Hamza as Maula and Noori Natt will be one epic viewing!

I’m also reallly looking forward to Punjab Nahin Jaungi mostly because I am such a big fan of Khalil ur Rehman Qamar; if nothing else, you know his dialogues will be memorable. I’m loving the desi vibe of the BTS photos.

Shoaib Mansoor’s Verna with Mahira Khan. 

There is Project Ghazi with Sheheryar and Saira. Chalay That Saath, also with Saira and Mansha Pasha. 

Some other lineups I’m hearing about:

Jami’s movie based on 1992 World Cup. Anything that guy does, I’m interested in.

Ali Zafar and Maya Ali starer Teefa in Trouble. 

Saqib Malik’s movie starring Mawra. The whole industry is basically looking forward to his directorial debut. 

There is also a rumor that Sanam Saeed, Aamina Sheikh and Adnan Malik are coming in a film together. It could just be a telefilm for all I know but this is the last I heard about this. 

Rangreza starring Bilal Ashraf, Gohar and Urwa.

and then there are some shitty army funded jingoistic movies no one cares about so I won’t list them lol Also some of these movies are not confirmed for 2017.. and I’m pretty sure some of them will get delayed to next year lol

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“Whatever happens, be careful.”/ "Do you ever wonder why nobody likes you"/ "Just because you saved my life doesn't mean I owe you anything but I won't forget it" (Mahira/Matthew!!)

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“Whatever happens, be careful.”

She was a few steps away from the door when the words reached her eyes; they were unpredictable, something Mahira thought it was impossible to come from Matthew, after all, there was this tension between them, usually describe as hatred and annoyance that anyone could notice when they were out of the cover of being a happy and married couple. And despite the fact that they were partners, which usually means it’s a matter of time until you care about someone, Mahira had never expected that. She stopped waiting for that situation ever since she was younger and Jessica Avery was actually her real name. “I mean, I don’t think they’ll kill me, unless they are one step ahead of us. I’m just having lunch with his wife, pretending that I care about whatever she wants to talk about, nails, hair, how her husband’s brother is more handsome than the man she fell in love. I’m expecting shallowness and playing with it.”

She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, though the idea of heading to the enemy by herself was consuming her mind since last night. And with a sigh, standing still and unable to move forward, her eyes rested on Matthew, ignoring any snarky comments she could do and accepting that scenario as an honest one, where there was no need of getting frustrated at her partner. “I’ll be careful. Gather information, do my job... if you don’t hear from me by the end of the day. You know, I’m either in trouble or dead. So, here’s to hoping I’ll listen to you for the first time and I’ll be home safe by the end of the day,” a light and brief smile escaped from her lips before she finally turned. Home. That was an awkward word to use due to their circumsntaces, but at that point, anywhere far from a dangerous place could easily seen like home to Mahira. “Be careful, Matthew. Someone may think you care... See you later.”

"Do you ever wonder why nobody likes you?"

"No, but we could come up with a list... I’m certain you have a huge one about the reasons why I’m the worst partner you’ve ever had, which also shows how much you think about me. Am I the girl haunting your dreams?” She joked, which wasn’t hard to notice, because once she was done sharing words and they vanished from her mouth, a laugh echoed in the room they were in. She wondered, at first, why her presence caused so much disturbance and it was her biological father that opened up her eyes. You’re a Pienaar, and they might think you didn’t warn the position, you bought it. After all, we have the power to do so. And she hated it, with every inch of her being, specially because everyone from the team besides her boss had no clue what she had been through before, when she wasn’t living as Mahira Pienaar. But once she was in peace with the idea that people would judge because they could, that was the moment the brunette decided to stop caring about it. 

Leaning forward as her dark hues were still looking at the man in front of her, she bit her lower lip for a second, debating the words inside of her mind, before they’d be out there. “Maybe it’s the fact I’m too pretty and none of them can’t get in my pants, or maybe it’s because I’m far smarter than them and I got the chance of being part of this mission while they weren’t even names considered for this plan. Maybe they are wondering what kind of shampoo I’m using and why my hair is so soft and shiny, or maybe they don’t know me at all and they are just trying to find reasons to be bitter because, in the end, I”m awesome and they have no reasons to hate me at all,” with a wink she finally leaned back. A grin appeared as her lips moved upwards. “As you can see, I may have some idea as to why people don’t like me. The thing is... I don’t care. Have you ever seen me being bothered by the idea of being disliked? I have better things to focus on than watching a group of frustrated people wasting their time hating on me. And despite how much you also dislike me, I’d tell you to ignore them and focus on our job. It sounds way better to me.”

"Just because you saved my life doesn't mean I owe you anything but I won't forget it" 

Cleaning the blood from her leather jacket, she cursed what happened, and even if the words were almost inaudible, they were still out there, and maybe Matthew had been able to hear them. And it didn't matter if they got to Matthew or not, because she in the end, they were as hoenst as possible, felt frustrated that her favorite jacket had an stain of blood; and, mostly, that it only happened because of her instincts of saving her partner, of caring about him when she shouldn’t. “I think you’re mistaking me for someone else. I don’t expect anything from you, specially the idea that you’d accept owing me anything. I won’t cry about it.” She sighed, still paying attention to herself. “You’re welcome, by the end.” There was a bitter tone in her words, that vanished once her brain went back to what had just happened, and the words he shared. I won’t forget it. What did that mean? She didn’t know. How could she when he seemed to be the worst person to read? Sometimes Mahira felt lost around Matthew, he seemed unpredictable, which made her unsure of what to expect next from him. And, deep down, it made her feel vulnerable, afraid that she’d share too much. Afraid that at some point, he’d know the whole truth about her past. Reasons why, the moment she pulled the trigger and saved him, she also got the knowledge that they were stuck as partners, and he became more important than she assumed Matthew would be.

“Hey, jerk!” With her attention finally at him, she tried to take a good look at him, hoping he wasn’t hurt or, at least, too hurt. “You’re okay, right? Do you need help to walk? The car is not too far from here, but still... if you’ll slow us down and potentially get us in trouble again, I think it’s safer if I do help you. And then you can thank me again later.” A wink, a smile, and then the offer of her hand, expecting him to accept it and hold it, but still knowing there was the chance of Matthew ignoring her help. She didn’t care, or at least she shouldn’t.

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Ranbir Kapoor and Ajay Devgan Casted together in Luv Ranjan' Next : Here is the details

After the super success of " Sonu ke Titu ki Sweety " Director Luv Ranjan ready for his next venture. He is ready with his next project and he finalized the two main lead of the film . Ranbir Kapoor and Ajay Devgan are casted together for Luv Ranjan' s next. Ajay confirmed the project quoting - Yes we finalized the project . I am really happy and looking forward to work together both with Luv and Ranbir . Talking about working with Ranbir he said - I think he is the most talented actor of this generation. I worked with him in Rajneeti and I think he is brilliant. He know his craft really well .And this is very important , success and failure are the part of this profession .But if you know your craft you will survive. Also Read-Pakistani Beauty Mahira Khan Debut in Cannes Film Festival When asked to Ranbir Kapoor he quoted - I have immense respect for Ajay sir . I worked with him in Rajneeti and he is just brilliant . He is one of the actor who express a lot of things by his expression more than dialogue . It is pretty much clear that both the actor have immense respect for each other . It will be interesting to see what kind of role they have in the movie. Movie will go on floor early next year and will release around end of the year. Female star cast of the film is not finalised yet . What you think about Ranbir Kapoor and Ajay Devgan next project ? Are you excited to see both the great actor on screen after Rajneeti ? Share your opinion in the comment section . Also Read-Shilpa Shinde and Sunil Grover Romantic and super sexy Performance You can follow us on twitter and facebook page to get all the update from B-town.Check out Daily Box office update table in the sidebar of every news . people who love bollywood news Keep visiting Bollywood Tower . Read the full article

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Cards Oc Playlist:

Alvis:

Castle on the Hill - Ed Sheeran Changes - David Bowie Keep You Safe - The Crane Wives Naive - The Kooks Ain’t it Fun - Paramore What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club Toy Soldiers - Marianas Trench 1234 - Feist Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran Donut Hole - Hachi Don’t Know Why - Norah Jones I See You, You See Me - The Magic Numbers arrow - half•alive Wine Red - The Hush Sound Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco People Used to Dream About the Future - A Girl Called Eddy Where is the Love? - Black Eyed Peas Kill Em With iIndness - Selena Gomez Little Wonders - Rob Thomas American Dream - Miami Horro I Was Here - Beyonce

Mahira:

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato One Woman Army - Porcelain Black I’ll Make a Man Out of You - Mulan Brick by Boring Brick - Paramore Don’t Let Me Get Me - P!nk Just a Girl - No Doubt I am the Fire - Halestorm The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy Warriors - Imagine Dragons Girl in the Mirror - Cheryl Cole Human - Rag’n’Bone Man Somewhere Only We Know - Keane Youth - Daughter I Don’t Wanna be Funny Anymore - Lucy Dacus One of the Boys - Katy Perry Satellite - Lena Halo - Beyonce Double Rainbow - Katy Perry Break Free - Ariana Grande Yonjuunana/47 - JubyPhonic cover Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Adrian:

Daydreamer - Adele Just Around the Riverbend - Pocahontas 7 years - Lukas Graham Get Off My Back - Byran Adams Good Feeling - Flo Rida Raise No Fool - Set it Off Ikanaide (Don’t Go) - Mafumafu It Took Me By Surprise - Maria Mena Viva La Vida - Coldplay The Man Who Can’t Be Moved - The Script King - Years & Years Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy Somebody to Love - Queen I’d Do Anything - Simple Plan Unlikely Hero - The Hoosiers Counting Stars - One Republic Golden Skans - Klaxons Back to the Star - Lily Allen The Next Right Thing - Frozen 2 Just one Last Time - David Guetta Save You (Feferi Peixes Fansong) - PhemieC

Mercury:

Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez One Little Slip - Barenaked Ladies My Songs Know What You did in the Dark - Fall Out Boy Bird Song - Florence + the Machine Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown - Fall Out Boy WOZWALD - Niru Kajitsu I Dreamed A Dream - Anne Hathaway (this is my fave version) Maps - Maroon 5 Perfect Illusion - Lady Gaga Just Like a Pill - P!nk Replay - Lady Gaga Hypnotised - Set it Off Volatile Times - IAMX Akaito - Rib That Distant Shore - Steven Universe Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park New Perspective - Panic! At the Disco It’s Alright - Mother Mother I’ll Try - Jonathana Brooke Stronger than You - Estelle Do Better - Say Anything The Call - Regina Spektor

Valerie:

Valerie - Amy Whine House Mouthwash - Kate Nash Drift Away - Steven Universe Naughty - Matilda Pack Up - Eliza Doolittle Cups - Pitch Perfect What the Hell - Avril Lavigne Class Fight - Melanie Martinez Touch the Sky - Brave La La La - Naughty Boy Persephone - Yumi Zouma The Show - Lenka Rather Be - Clean Bandit Lights - Ellie Goulding Are you Satisfied? - Marina and the Diamonds My Friends - Oh Wonder Pretty Lies - The Count of Monte Cristo Something there - Beauty and the Beast Bust your Knee Caps - Pomplamoose He Wasn’t There - Lily Allen Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienna Teng

Masou:

Friend Like Me - Aladdin (Robin Williams) Say Geronimo - Say Hey So Riptide - Vance Joy There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of it Yet - Panic! At the Disco Womaniser - Britney Spears Shama - Cheek Cover Happier - Marshmello & Bastille Every Time you go - Ellie Goulding Heartbreak Down - P!nk For Good - Wicked Everything Black - Unlike Pluto Grenade - Bruno Mars In God’s Hands - Nelly Furtado Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz Here Comes a Thought - Steven Universe Driftwood - Travis Distant fields (Sarishinohara) - Rachie Cover Everybody Wants Somebody - Patrick Stump You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles Love Like You - Steven Universe

Rune:

Papoutai - Stromae Back In School - Mother Mother Out of Sight, Out of Mnd - Tale of Two Cities Diamond Heart - Lady Gaga Therefore, You and Me - Eve Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult Rats Died - Oktavia Cover A Story Told - Count of Monte Cristo My Time - Bo En MANTRA - Bring Me The Horizon Wolf in Sheep Clothing - Set It Off Shiny - Moana The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall out Boy Earthquake - Labrinth Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift Don’t Mes With Me - Temposhark Skyfall - Adele Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez bad guy - Billie Eilish

Amethyst:

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Lady Gaga S.L.U.T - Bea Miller Stupid Girls - P!nk Fly on the Wall - Miley Cyrus Hot Problems - Cover Run the World (Girls) - Beyonce Dancing Queen - Abba Sparkling Diamonds - Moulin Rouge Hard Out Here - Lily Allen When I Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls Move Over - Spice Girls Grrrls - AViVA Strawberry Shortcake - Melanie Martinez Seventeen - Heathers Crazy Kids - Ke$ha Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani I know those Eyes/This Man is Dead - Count of Monte Cristo Beautiful - Christina Aguilera Princess of China - Coldplay A Little Party Never Killed Nobody - Fergie Like Other Girls - Mulan 2

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Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar... -Chapter 8

A/N: Holy crap on a catapult!!! I updated again!!! Ah!!!! LOL anyway heres another update, as always read and review and let me know what you think! And for those of you wondering when we’ll see Henry and Penelope again don’t worry, they’ll come next chapter! ;) Anyway heres the next chap!!

Mahira sighed as she cataloged the findings into the computer. It was a slow day, she had finished her analysis of the findings, ate lunch, cleaned a storage closet that was slightly dusty, and now she was cataloging everything. And it was only 1:30! She groaned and slumped in her chair. What else was she going to do? She was here till 4 and there was nothing left to do!

“Bored?” a voice asked her. She turned to see Dr. Cho standing behind her smiling.

“A little sorry,” she apologizes. He laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t worry I like my job and I still get bored sometimes.” He pulls out a chair and sits next to her, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it Dr. Cho?” she asks sitting up.

“I told you, call me John. Dr. Cho is what my students call me.”

“Right sorry! What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were interested in a project I’ve been working on.” He tells her.

“What is it about?”

“Well, the department wants to do a sort of cultural exchange thing especially considering what’s going on in the world today. And I thought well we already have a cultural festival every year so why not do something different right? And I thought maybe if we all brought a stranger or someone we didn’t know as well into our lives and showed them our cultures and kind of broadened their horizons it would be a cool, academic way of getting to know one another.” He explains.

“That sounds really cool! It would be interesting not only for white people but people of other ethnicities to experience other cultures. I sort of feel we all are in our separate bubbles and need to sometimes expand our reach and our view.” She tells him.

“So, would you want to do help me with it?” he asks.

“Yea I’d love to! But um, what exactly do I have to do?” She questions.

“Oh right! Well first, you need to find a subject or someone to share this experience with. Next, I wanted to debut this whole project in September, when we usually hold our historic seminars with the museums and important people so this project will span a couple of months. But I think six months is a good enough time for immersive experience. What do you think?” he says.

“Six months sounds good, It’s kind of perfect because my sister is getting married and Ramadan is happening soon too.

“Perfect! Now all you need is someone to take to these things.” He says. “And I don’t count.” He adds.

Her smile fell. Crap, how was she supposed find someone so quickly? Sana couldn’t help because she was Indian and while they had different religions, they had been friends for years. She knew everything about Mahira’s life. She couldn’t ask anyone at work because she hated everyone at work and she was going to quit. Wait! The guy who always came to the bar! What was his name? Tom!

“Mahira? Did you hear what I said?” John asks snapping her back to reality.

“Huh?”

“I said I just want weekly reports/interviews about what you guys do. You can’t be just taking them to these things and not write anything down got it?”

“Oh! Yea of course! Um, would other teachers count?” she asks.

“I don’t see why not, you’re not a student.”

“Great! I think this project will be fun!” she gushes. They chatted about a few quick things like deadlines and reports before she headed over to the English department to find Mr. Hiddleston.

“Alright Andy take care, and don’t forget to indent your paragraphs please!” Tom called as the student rushed out of his office. He sighed and went back in to grade papers. It seemed all he did was grade papers and they weren’t even the good ones by his Classics students no he was grading the English 100 papers. The terribly written English 100 papers. Why were they so bad? Why didn’t these kids know how to spell? And why did Bridget feel the need to turn in everything a day late with the excuse of getting sick? He was a college student once, getting sick meant being drunk or hung over! And he still turned in his essays on time! There was a knock on his door interrupting him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he murmurs. The door opens and—oh my god. It was her. Mahira was here. In his office! Was this a mistake? No, it couldn’t have been! Right? “Mahira?” he says befuddled.

“Hi, um is this a bad time?” she asks.

“No no! What is it?” he asks. She closes the door behind her and takes a seat. Taking the extra few seconds to figure out what to say to him.

“Um, so uh,” she stutters out. “So, Dr. Cho is doing this project and I wanted to know if you’d like to help?” she explains.

“What is it about?” he inquires. She explained the project in full detail as Dr. Cho—John—had told her. At the end of her spiel she looked at him and asked, “Would you be interested in being my partner for this?”

“It sounds amazing, I would love to be your partner. But, I thought you hated me.” He says.

“I don’t hate you! I just… I think you have some interesting qualities.” She said. That was a stretch.

“Interesting qualities?”

“You’re a serial womanizer who hits on women half your age and doesn’t stop talking.” She confesses.

“Serial womanizer?!” he exclaims.

“You hit on a different girl every week with the same ‘Ooh look at me I’m a suave British man! I’m so interesting!’ when really all you do is talk with your hands to make it seem like you’re interesting.” She retorts.

“Do you have something against British men?” he asked confused.

“Your people took over half the world and then left it in shambles when we rebelled against you, I have a bit of resentment.” She quips.

“Okay so you do hate me.” He states.

“No no! I—“ she sighs. “I don’t hate you, I just haven’t gotten to know you that well. And that’s what this project is about isn’t it?” she responds.  

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” He replies. He smiles at her, “Okay, I’ll do the project with you.”

“Really?” she says amazed that even after that attack on his character he’d still want to work with her for six months.

“Yea, it sounds really cool and I’d love to learn how to belly dance.” He adds jokingly. Oh god, he was doing so well up until now.

“We don’t belly dance. That’s Morocco.” She says.

“Oh right sorry.” Goddammit Tom.

“Um, its fine I’ll come back tomorrow for our first interview and then we can talk after that. Sound good?” she asks. He nods and she stands up. “Well see you tomorrow Tom.”

“See you tomorrow Mahira.” He says. “Oh and Mahira?”  

She turns around and looks at him, “Yes?”

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He replies cheekily with a grin. She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Bewakoof.” Under her breath and leaves. Tom sits back in his chair and sighs. He was going to be spending six months with her. God, it was going to be a trip.

Nancy looked at Chris from her spot across the table where he was reading book reports at her home. She was editing a draft or trying to when he asked her, “So, what is this?”

“What’s what?” she asked back.

“You know this,” he says gesturing to them both. “What are we?”

“Well I’m pretty sure we’re human unless you have something you want to tell me.” She jokes. He laughs, “No no I mean our relationship.”

She paused and looked at him, “Oh that.”

“Yea.”

“Yea,” she agreed. She closed her laptop, editing would have to wait. “Well um, we’ve been going out a lot these past few weeks.” She replies. 10 dates to be exact according to her calendar, every free lunch, every free after school afternoon, they spent together it was kind of insane how in such little time they had been together for ten dates. 10 dates! In 10 dates she learned about his family—two sisters and a brother—he learned about hers—no siblings, just her mom, Kaylee who they kind of adopted after she came out as bisexual and little May—she found out they both liked Disney movies, he found out she liked to plan out everything and making lists, planning out her weekly schedule, she even taught him to meal prep and he was forever thankful for that. She also found out he was a great kisser.

She had kissed men before mind you and they were all great. But either it had been a long time or Chris was some kind of god of kissing in another life because holy crap he was a good kisser. The way he leaned in and paused just before kissing her, as if he was planning out how he was going tease and torment her with the way he’d kiss her. And it wasn’t just his lips that tormented; oh no no it was the way his hands travelled her body, exploring every inch of her skin. His beard rough against her neck but it was rough and wonderful and she wondered what his beard would feel like against more sensitive parts of her body and then she had to bring her thoughts back because oh god she was thinking about him doing very dirty things to her and he was staring at her wondering what this relationship meant to them both and great she was probably drooling. Dammit.

“I’m sorry you were saying something?” she says coming back to reality.

“Um, well I was just saying that I really like you.” He answers.

“I really like you too.” She responds.

“I was um thinking that maybe I could um call you my—“

“Wait!” she interrupts. He looks at her, dammit Chris moving too fast.

“S-Sorry sorry I just, I thought this was going somewhere and I wanted to be sure.” He apologizes.

“What? No Chris I…” she sighs and gets up and walks over closer to him, sits in his lap. “I really like you too.”

“Then what is it? What’s stopping you?”

“…You’re May’s teacher.” She whispers.

“What?”

“You’re May’s teacher! I mean some of the moms know and they haven’t been mean but I’m scared if more of them know and they find out and they might make May’s life miserable and I just don’t want that for her.” She confesses. He looks at her for a moment and then bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!” she asks confused and slightly frustrated.

“The moms are stopping you? Nancy this is kindergarten.” He says.

“It’s more political than you think! PTA moms are scary.” She retorts.

“If the school doesn’t have a problem with it, the moms shouldn’t. Nance I really like you. I like your lists, and your meal preps and how you talk about books and movies.” He says. She smiles a little and he continues, “I like how wonderful of a mother you are to May. I like your laugh; I like the way you gasp when I kiss that spot on your neck.” She blushes and scrunches her nose. He laughs, “I like how you scrunch your nose when you’re nervous or embarrassed. I like you a lot. And I really can’t wait to see where this goes.” He finishes. She smiles and kisses his cheek. “I can’t wait to see either… Boyfriend.” She replies. He grins, “Oh so I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes. And I guess I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm, maybe.” He says. She makes a face and he laughs, “Of course you’re my girlfriend! I’m the one who brought up the conversation didn’t I?”

She giggles and kisses him. And they kissed again, and again, and again…

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Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar...  -Chapter 7

       A/N: Boy oh boy! It’s been a month since my last update! I’m sorry but I do have school and I also got hired as a part time research assistant for a friends husband so that’s been exciting. I can’t tell you when the next update will come but I’m working on it as we speak and this update took up seven pages so it’s a pretty nice update all about Sana and Chris. The next chapters I’m planning on adding some backstories and plot for everyone so that should be exciting. Anyway as always read and review, leave a like, tell me what you think! OH! and before I forget some words that are mention that if you don’t speak Hindi or Urdu you won’t understand:

Bewakoof= idiot or dumbass. 

Anyway on with the show!!!

 "No! No! How did you get a date?!" Cavill asks confused. They had just gotten back when Hemsworth announced that Pine had somehow swooned Sana into taking her on a date. All the boys were, well, to say the least, outraged at how only Pine could do that.

"I was apologizing to her and I told her I'd make it up to her in any way possible and she asked me to get her ice cream!" He explains.

"Guys be happy she didn't slap a restraining order on him." Evans says. They all murmur their disbelief but kept quiet after that.

<I have a date -ST>

<A DATE?! -MC> <THE SANA TAHIR -MC> <HAS A DATE?! -MC>

<Calm down! It's just ice cream -ST>

<With you? It's never just ice cream -MC>

<Okay I'm not talking to you anymore -ST>

<IM KIDDING COME BACK! Who is this guy? -MC>

Against her better judgment Sana told Mahira who it was. The three little dots stared at her for what felt like 30 minutes; in reality it was only two.

<SANA TAHIR -MC> oh god. <You're going on a date with the guy who stalked you!? -MC>  <ARE YOU A BEWAKOOF*?? -MC>

<He's friends with India’s dad! -ST>

<Stalkers can have friends! That's what makes them inconspicuous! -MC>

<Mahi please calm down! I'll text you when I'm leaving and going home and stuff I promise! -ST>  <We're going to cone castle -ST>

The three dots stares at her again for a minute till Mahira sent her a text saying, "Fine. Just don't be too loud when you come home, I have an early day tomorrow." Sana smiled and went back to teaching class. She had a date!

Chris walked into the studio and looked around she had told him to wait ten minutes after class to pick her up because she needed time to get ready. So, Hemsworth and Pine left in separate cars and Pine silently freaked out the entire time.

Okay, relax get it together man! So what if she’s a little younger than you? So what if you haven’t gone on a date in a year? You’ll be fine! Just don’t bring up your ex and you’ll be fine! He told himself. But as soon as he walked into the somewhat empty studio and saw Sana all that went out the window. Her hair was tied up in an elegant ponytail; the t-shirt dress and converse making her look cute yet casual (as she intended). She looks over and smiles at him. He waves as she walks over.

“You ready?” she asks.

“Y-Yea, you look great.” He compliments.

“Thanks I think so too!” she says with a twirl. He smiles and they start walking.

“I’m really sorry about the other night by the way. I shouldn’t have done that.” He apologizes.

“You’re forgiven. Just don’t stalk me or other people in the future.” She tells him.

“Scouts honor.” He says raising his hand. She laughs and he opens her door to the car.

Aw, what a gentleman. It’s going to suck if he tries to kill me. She thought as she got in. He gets in and starts driving to cone castle.

“So, you’re doing Midsummer Nights Dream right?” she asks.

“Yea, its in a few weeks, I oversee all the theatre productions that go on at Harden University.” He tells her.

“Wow, nice.”

“Yea it is, it can be stressful at times but I like it. What about you?” he asks her.

“Um well, I’m a dance teacher, and I am a grad student at UCLA for dance. I really want to be a choreographer, I love ice cream and pizza and kale, and I hate pants.” She tells him.

“You hate… pants?”

“With a passion. I only wear leggings, tights or skirts. And sometimes shorts.”

“Huh, well good to know. So, if you go to UCLA why were you at Harden practicing that late?”

“Oh, my roommate was working late at the research institute so, I decided to use the free dance rooms to practice so we could go home together.”

“What is she doing research on?”

“Well, they found some artifacts of Pakistani descent I guess you could say and she’s helping the head of the institute date them and stuff. His name is Dr. Cho I think?”

“Oh yea I know him, he’s really cool.”

“Yea she seems to like him. Ooh Cone Castle!” She squeals as they park. He smiles and looks at her.

“You really like ice cream.”

“I denied myself ice cream for a long time. I get excited over it.” She says getting out. He follows behind as she runs in. Her ponytail bouncing as she ran. Was this really the same girl who threw a water bottle at her?

She looked over all the flavors carefully, so many to choose from! There was raspberry, cookies and cream, rocky road, SALTED CARAMEL!

“There are so many flavors, I can’t pick one.” She whispers.

“So try them all.” He says. She looks at him, “I dare you.”

She smirks and looks at the guy working behind the counter. He felt so sorry for the guy for what she was about to do.

“Excuse me can I try every flavor of ice cram you have?” she asks. The guy behind the counter looks at her; Chris looks at her. She shrugs, “I’m waiting.” The guy nods and starts giving her samples of all the ice creams. Chris looks at her and then the guy behind the counter. Oh this guy was going to hate him.

“Can I get a sample of every flavor too?” he asks. Sana looks at him and smiles, “Better catch up.” “Oh I intend to.” he quips.

After 16 flavors, deliberations and some glares from the staff, Sana settled on cookie butter and Chris settled on fudge brownie. He paid the $10.25 and tipped the guy 5 dollars for dealing with them.

“Wait!” she shouts pulling out her phone. “We have to take a picture in front of the cone castle!” she walks over to the castle made out of ice cream cones that sat in a glass case in the middle of the store. “Aren’t you going to get in the picture?” she asks him.

“You want me in it?” he asks confused.

“Um duh, you’re my date.” She tells him.

“Oh so this is a date?” he asks cheekily coming closer. She narrows his eyes and scrunches her nose.

“You brought me ice cream and I got dressed up. If I didn’t like you I’d wear sweatpants.”

“I think you’d look cute in sweatpants.”

“I look cute in everything.”

“I’m sure you do, but I thought you hate pants.”

“I wear things I like around people I like.” By now they were practically an inch apart. The space between them practically begging them to kiss… And everyone else in the ice cream shop.

“Our ice cream is melting.” He tells her.

“We should take the picture.” She says. He nods and they pose for the picture and smile. They leave soon after for a walk around the plaza hand in hand…

“Okay okay, um…” she thought as they walked. “Oh! Would you rather have earthworms for eyebrows or every time you yawned you threw up a cat?” she asked. They had been playing would you rather while walking around the strip mall. Chris made a confused, disgusted face.

“Oh god, that was worse than the last one!” He says with a laugh, “Um, I guess earthworms for eyebrows? It would be an interesting conversation piece.” He decides.

“Good way of thinking about it.” She agrees.

“Okay, lets play a different game.” He suggests. She smirks, “Let me guess 20 questions?”

“Or some variation of that. I just, wanna learn more about you.” He explains. She looks at him and smiles a little.

“Shoot,” she replies.

“Favorite color?”

“Red, you?”

“Blue. Favorite food?”

“Ice cream, duh! You?”

“Too many to choose from. Favorite movie?”

“An Indian movie called “Main Hoon Na’ and you?”

“Anything from the 90’s.”

“That doesn’t count!” she protests.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You need a specific movie!”

“Agh fine! Um, ‘Oceans 11’ oh shit that’s not from the 90’s.”

“Who cares, it’s a good movie. Oh! If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, honestly probably California.” He decides, “I like being close to the beach and I like in n out. And its familiar.”

“Well I would go to Paris. It’s so beautiful there, and the food is wonderful and to dance in a city like that? Ugh, dream come true.”

He smiles, “Sounds nice.”

“Doesn’t it?” she quips. “Whens your birthday?” she asks.

“August 26th. Yours?”

“March 16th!” she tells him. He stops and looks at her.

“What did you say?” he asks, hoping he heard her wrong.

She looks at him, “My birthday is on March 16th.” Nope. He didn’t hear her wrong. This was a coincidence right?

“Huh,”

“What?”

“Um, nothing just… um, I um know someone else with that birthday.” He quickly spews.

“Oh cool! I like that person already.” She says with a smile. He smiles as best he can and quickly changes the subject.

“So, choreographer huh? Do you not like getting paid?” he quips.

“Haha very funny. You know what they say about teachers?” she says.

“What do they say?”

“Those who can’t do, teach.” She retorts.

“Ooh that’s good. But I’m not a teacher I’m a professor.” He says.

“Oh forgive me I should’ve known,” She apologizes.

“It’s okay, it’s a common mistake.” He tells her. “Certainly won’t stop me from asking you out on a second date.” He teases.

She smiles, “You’re very sure about that.”

“Should I not be?”

“Oh no, you should be. Because next Friday you’re taking me dancing.” She lets him know. He laughs, “I can’t wait.”

He stopped in front of her apartment building and turned off the car. They both look at each other. “Should I walk you up?” he asks her.

“I’d like that,” she says with a smile. He smiles back and they get out, walking up to the apartment. Their fingertips brushing against each others until finally Chris took her hand in his and laced their fingers together.

“Keep that up you just might get yourself a kiss when we get to my door.” She teases.

“You think so?” he asks.

“Oh I know so,” she says. They smile at each other and climb up the stairs to her apartment standing in front of the door. The tension of ending their date perfectly hanging in the air. “I had a good time.” He says.

“Me too! We should do this again.” She suggests.

“Maybe dancing? I would love to see you dancing with out it being creepy.” He tells her. She giggles and comes closer to him, “I would like that.”

“I have to warn you I’m not the best dancer. That would be my friend Tom.”

“Well I should go on a date with him.”

He pulls her flush against him, their faces an inch apart. She squeaks and her hands brace against his shoulders, his very nice toned shoulders. He smiles and tilts her chin up with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist. He whispers in her ear, “He can’t give you what I can give you.”

“And whats that?” she asks quietly, she gasps as his hand slowly trail their way up her back. “Oh I can’t tell you all my tricks now can I?” he whispers, his lips trail down her neck and she shivers.

“Y-You are cruel.” She whimpers. He chuckles low and deep. And her hand tighten on his shoulders.            “I guess I’m going to have to take you on another date.”

“If you. Do not kiss me right n—“ his lips crush hers before she has a chance to finish the sentence and her arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer. His hands rest on her hips to explore more of her body. She moans softly and he slips his tongue in her mouth brushing it against hers. His climbing up her back, her arms. She moves her hands down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs (very nice in her opinion) and he groans low before pulling away slowly. Their eyes meet as they catch their breath. Her pupils were blown wide with desire and wanting and if it wasn’t Sunday night and she didn’t have an early morning class tomorrow she would have told him to stay.

“So, I’ll see you next Saturday?” he asks. She nods quickly. He smiles, “Goodnight Sana.”

“Goodnight Chris,” she says. She watches him walk down the steps of her building and leave before running inside and telling Mahira all about her date.

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Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar... Chapter Two

A/N: Another chapter wowie I’m on fire! As always please Read and review and special shoutout to @notsomolly for it is her Birthday!!! happy birthday!!! Now on with the show!!!

Tom sat in his office grading papers when there was a knock on his door, "Come in." He calls out. The door opens and he looks up to see who it is and- oh my god. This could not be happening.

Standing in his doorway was the girl who belittled him at the bar Friday night. Karma really was a bitch. She stood there in a plain white tee, plaid scarf and jeans. Her arms decked with bangles like they were on Friday night and her hair tied in a ponytail.

And she wore that same stupid smirk she had on Friday night.

"Well this is surprise!" She teases.

"What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" He asks.

"Why would I stalk you? There are far more interesting people to stalk." She says.

"I'm interesting!" He retorts.

"Keep telling yourself that professor." She says taking a seat.

He rolls his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for the research institute," she tells him.

"Are you a student here?" He asks.

"God no, I'm a historian in Pakistani arts, literature, artifacts, you name it."

"Why Pakistan?"

"Well I mean, I'm from there. Was the accent not obvious?" She asks.

"Well, I didn't want to assume.” He says sheepishly. “If you're working here why do you also work at the bar?" He asks.

"Not all of us can live comfortably with just one job. Some of us need something to fall back on. Besides I'm a manager at the bar so I get to decide when I work." She says.

"Ah, fair point." He agrees. They both sit there in silence.

"So... where is the research institute?" She asks him.

"Oh! Um exit this building and follow the cement path till you hit the library and then turn left and it'll be right there. It's a newer building so you can't miss it." He tells her.

"Thank you." She gets up and begins walking.

"Wait! I didn't get your name." He says.

She laughs a little, "It's Mahira Chaudhry. And yours?"

"Tom Hiddleston."

"Well it was.... nice to meet you again Mr. Hiddleston." She smiles and leaves heading for the research institute. Tom watches her leave through his window and sighs. Mahira Chaudhry... we'll definitely meet again.

If Nancy was good at one thing it was being organized. She had calendars decked out with all of Mays activities, play dates, all the holidays, her work schedules. She had an app dedicated to organizing everything, to help mind keep order and at peace.

So when she dropped her daughter off on the first of school to her kindergarten class and saw whom her teacher was, she realized her mind was not going to be at peace for a whole year. A whole freakin' year! And it didn't help that he wore shirts too tight and his laugh was like a warm honey on toast and he smelled like a frikkin mountain lodge candle! Not cool!

Then--to make matters worse--he saw her drunk on Friday night calling him buff! God she could just melt into a puddle right now. How was she going to face him after school? She groans and slumps in her office chair.

"Do you still have a hangover from Friday? Ouch." Kaylee asks from her desk.

Nancy shakes her head and lifts her head, "Remember the cute guy we met on Friday?"

"With the beard and the whole daddy lumberjack vibe?" Kaylee says.

"Okay first of all: don't say that ever again. Second: he's Mays first grade teacher." She tells him.

"Wow go Nancy!" Kaylee cheers.

"No, no! It was embarrassing and I called him buff and pretty oh god!" She groans and slumps in her chair again.

"Nance come on! You're a beautiful, talented, wonderful woman. You need to get out there! Maybe this guy is what you need.” Kaylee says.

“But, he’s Mays teacher! It’s not right! Right?” she says.

“He’s a kindergarten teacher. What’s he going to do? Give her an A on coloring inside the lines?” Kaylee jokes.

“I mean… No but, I don’t know, I haven’t been on a date in a really long time!” Nancy protests.

“Then be brave. Ask him out or if he asks you out then say yes. One little date couldn’t hurt right?” Kaylee says. Kaylee could be right, Nancy wanted to be more adventurous this year maybe going on a date with Mr.Mountain-Lodge-Yankee-Candle wouldn’t hurt.

Shoot! I’m so late I knew I should have skipped the meeting! Nancy was thinking as she tried running to Mays classroom in her heels. What was the point of calendars and alarms if they didn’t go off on time like they were supposed to?! She rushed to the classroom and oh goodness it was empty! She ran into the room hurriedly to see if May was still there.

As she walked in she saw what was probably the cutest thing in the entire god damn world of cute things. There was her daughter sitting next to Mr. Evans—or Chris—trying to read a book while he helped her. Aw, she was so good at it! She stood there watching them read the book in front of them. May was doing so well, she wanted to record a video of it but she knew that was way too cheesy and May would probably delete it once she found it.

As soon as they finished Chris nudges May and she looks over and sees Nancy. Nancy can’t help but smile when May yells, “MOMMY!!” and runs to her for a big hug. She kneels and hugs her tight.

“I heard you reading, it was so good Mayflower!” Nancy tells May.

“Thanks mommy! Mr. Evans helped me, he’s super cool!” May explains.

Chris laughs, “Oh please May, you could’ve totally done it all on your own! You’re a great reader.” He tells her. Nancy looks at Chris and stands up.

“Thank you for staying with her, I was running late from a meeting it won’t happen again I promise.” Nancy quickly says.

“Don’t sweat it, I don’t mind waiting.” Chris assures her with that cute puppy smile.

“W-Well thank you, we should go, May honey get your backpack okay?” Nancy tells May. She nods and runs off to get it leaving Nancy and Chris alone. Awkward.

“Uh, sorry about Friday night.” She apologizes.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I was drunk and acting… weird. I called you big and buff!” she explains.

“You also said I had a cute puppy smile.” He teases.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” she apologizes.

“Hey, hey, its okay! I um, I liked being called a cute puppy.” He says. She laughs and they stand in awkward silence. Again. Wonderful.

Come on Chris say something! Ask her out! He thought. Okay, he was going to do it. Here goes nothing.

“Um, are you doing anything Saturday night?” he asks her.

“N-No why?”

“I’m going to this movie night in the park thing and I have an extra ticket and was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” he asks. Oh god he did it oh god.

Oh my god he asked you out Nancy say yes!

“O-Oh yea! Um yea totally yea! Let me just um… Check my calendar!” she sputters out as she haphazardly looks for her phone before realizing its in her hand. “I’m totally free on Saturday!” she tells him. They exchange phone number and agree on a time to meet before saying their goodbyes.

As the door shut behind Nancy all she could think was how glad she was that she showed up late. And she had a date!! Oh god what was she going to wear?

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