A Lazy Saturday
It was a lazy Saturday evening, and I was dying of boredom. I was curled up on the couch, watching some random series on TV while absentmindedly munching on a bag of Takis. Honestly, I couldn’t have been more comfortable.
Ding dong.
The doorbell echoed through the house.
“Inaaayyyaaahhh! Open the door!” my mum yelled from her room.
I groaned dramatically. The last thing I wanted to do was leave my cozy little spot on the couch. But I already knew how this would go. My entire family was just as lazy as I was, and if I didn’t answer the door, nobody would.
So, against my will — and definitely not happily — I dragged myself off the couch and headed toward the front door.
I swung the door open with a Taki still in my hand, my hair a complete mess and looking like I’d just rolled off the couch — which, to be fair, I had.
Standing right in front of me were my four cousins: Ali, Amir, Aiman, and Emaan. They were all dressed up, staring at me as if they were trying their absolute hardest not to burst into laughter.
The second I saw them, my frown disappeared.
“EEEEEE! Hiiiiii!” I squealed. “What are you guys doing here all of a sudden?”
Then I glanced down at myself.
Oh.
I looked like an absolute disaster.
Ali smirked. “Yeah… we can definitely see that.”
“Oh, shut up!” I laughed, smacking him on the shoulder with all my might.
“OW! Chill!” he complained dramatically, rubbing his arm.
“So… are we just going to stand outside all day?” Emaan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh! No, no, sorry! Of course not. Come in!” I stepped aside, letting them all walk in. “Now tell me,” I said, shutting the door behind them, “why are you all so dressed up… and why did nobody bother to tell me you were coming?”
We all settled onto the couch, and before I could even sit down properly, Ali spotted my bag of Takis.
“Ooh, Takis!” he said, snatching them off the coffee table.
“Hey! Stop! Those are mine!” I protested, reaching for the bag.
He held it high above his head with a grin. “Finders keepers.”
“Oh, really?” I stood up and tried to snatch them back, but his grip was annoyingly firm.
“Give them back!”
“Make me.”
Before our argument could turn into an all-out wrestling match, Aiman sighed.
“Guys, seriously. Stop it, both of you.”
I reluctantly let go of the bag, crossing my arms while Ali sat there happily munching on my Takis.
“And Inayah,” Aiman continued, “don’t you want to know why we came?”
My eyes lit up instantly.
“Oh, right! I almost forgot. Why are you guys here?”
Aiman smiled and looked over at Amir.
“Go on, Amir. Tell her.”
