Let's all thank Arabian_princesss for being so awesome, and patient, and amazing, that ya'll get to read a Shareefo and the gang Skript! ^_^

(This is the only time that this will happen before Unlocked Hearts is complete, except for some special 'behind the scenes' ones that I have planned from the wedding chapters, so please do NOT start requesting Shareefo/Sami/Dalia skripts!)

*Dalia enters the living room, intently reading a book, when she suddenly trips over Ms. Leena's sewing box that is in the middle of the room, and almost falls on her face.*

Dalia: *trying to right herself without spilling her glass of water* Woah! *she grabs hold of the couch, and after finding her footing, she puts the glass on the side table, and looks down at the sewing box, before standing up straight* Ms. Leena! Did you leave your sewing box in the middle of the living room?

Ms. Leena: *calling from the kitchen* What dear?!

Dalia: Did you forget your sewing box in here?

Ms. Leena: *coming into the room and wiping her hands on her towel before looking down at her box* That's weird, no I didn't.

Dalia: Well, where did it come from?

Ms. Leena: I'm not sure, you didn't use it?

Dalia: *shaking her head* nope.

*Just then, Fitzy strolls into the room, not paying attention to Dalia or Ms. Leena, and heads straight for the sewing box. He slips his head under the handle, settles it around his neck like a harness, and starts to pull it across the room*

Dalia: Oh my God! Fitzy!

Ms. Leena: Ya Allah what is he doing?!

Dalia: I have no idea!

*They follow the kitten to where he comes to a halt behind the couch. There he has gathered a whole bunch of things including, but not limited to, an oven mitt, Dalia's hairbrush, Sami's socks, and Shareefo's left shoe, which has little teeth marks all over the front. Fitz walks a few more steps, before he pulls his head out from under the handle, nudges the box with his head, and once he has it in place, he struts off towards the kitchen, and they can hear him rummaging around.*

Dalia: *leaning over and lifting up the box* Wow! I can't believe he pulled this! It is like four times his size!

Ms. Leena: *taking the box* I know MashaAllah.

*A few seconds later, Fitzy appears walking backwards into the room because he is dragging a huge bag of potatoes with his mouth.*

Dalia: Fitzy! *Instantly the cat lets go of the bag, and looks up at her, swishing his tail back and forth*

Fitzy: *doing his signature head tilt* Mew!

*Dalia bends over and picks him up, cuddling him to her chest*

Dalia: You are going to hurt yourself pulling these heavy things! *she drops a kiss on his head* He is so strong Ms. Leena isn't he!? That bag is like five pounds!

Ms. Leena: *picking up the potatoes* Yes he is MashaAllah! He is very strong!

Dalia: *cuddling Fitzy even more* He is so strong MashaAllah! *she laughs as he starts to purr* And cute!

*MEANWHILE*

*Shareef Ridwan Elwan is coming down the stairs*

Shareef: Oh man! I am starving! It has been a whole *he pauses to look at his watch* twenty minutes since I last ate anything! I better go eat something fast before I faint!

*He approaches the living room, when he hears Dalia talking*

Dalia: He is so strong MashaAllah! And cute!

Shareefo: *thinking* Strong? Cute? Logically, she MUST be talking about me!

*He scurries over to the mirror hanging up in the hallway and fixes his hair and straightens out his collar, before he enters the living room*

Shareefo: *strutting like a peacock* Hello lady and Mama! *he glares at Fitzy* And demon cat.

Fitzy: *giving a small hiss* Mew!

*Shareefo leans a hand down on the couch and grins 'attractively'*

*Ms. Leena glares at him for a few seconds, before she whips him with her dish towel*

Shareef: Mama! OW!

Ms. Leena: *muttering under her breath as she leaves the room* Ya ibn al kalb. (Son of a dog)

Dalia: *putting Fitzy down as he starts to squirm* Uh, hey Shareef.

Shareef: *sauntering forward* So what are you up to?

Dalia: Nothing much, I was just going to do some reading.

Shareef: *hurrying over to the couch* Oh, let me push the couch closer to the window so you get more sun!

Dalia: Oh, that's not necessary Shareef...

Shareef: No really! I don't mind! You need the sun to read!

Dalia: But Shareef, it's nighttime...

*He ignores her, and starts to push the couch with an exaggerated fashion, straining his muscles and making grunting sounds.*

*Although he isn't able to move the couch more than an inch*

Dalia: *in amusement* Do you need some help?

Shareef: Ahhh no thanks Dalia, leave it to the big strong men, like me. *he stands up, and twists his arm back to flex once more, and wrenches his shoulder out, and yelps* OW!

Dalia: You okay?

Shareef: Uh yeah. *rubbing his shoulder* that's what happens to people who have really big muscles and are really strong like uh *he gives a self-important sniff* me.

Dalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then.

*she settles down on the couch, and starts to read, pausing a few seconds later when she realizes that Shareef is standing in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips as he does his 'Hercules' pose*

Dalia: Uh, Shareef, what are you doing?

Shareef: *trying to feign surprise* Me? Doing? Oh I wasn't doing anything! I guess it is my natural grace, and heroics, and *he lowers his eyelashes* cuteness coming out.

Dalia: *in total confusion* Uh okay... *she turns the page and reads for a few seconds, before she leans forward intent on picking up her water glass, before Shareef dashes over and grabs it first*

Shareef: Don't worry Dalia! I'll get that for you!

Dalia: Uh, it's okay Shareef.

Shareef: No really! I understand that you might not have the strength that others, and by others of course I mean people like *he sniffs again* me have!

Dalia: *sighing* Shareef, it's an eight ounce glass and it's not even filled up all the way. I think I can handle it!

Shareef: Yes well, I don't want you to have to lift a finger when you have someone strong and cute around!

Dalia: *in even more confusion* As awesome as he is, I don't think Fitzy would be able to pick up my water glass for me.

*Shareefo's eyes widen, his nostrils flare, and his face starts to turn red.*

Shareefo: What?!

Dalia: What what?

Shareefo: You said, and I quote, "Shareefo is so strong MashaAllah that he could be the best champion wrestler ever, and he is the most cutest person in the whole entire world ever, all the girls want him." End quote.

Dalia: Uh, all I said was 'He is so strong MashaAllah, and so cute'.

Shareefo: *blinking* I don't hear a difference.

Dalia: Okay, well, did you think I was talking about you?

Shareef: Of course! Who else would you be talking about?! I am so strong and cute!

Dalia: Um Shareef, I called Fitzy strong because he pulled your mom's really big sewing box, and he dragged a five pound bag of potatoes with his teeth!

Shareef: *grumbling* I could do that...

Dalia: And then I called him cute because he is adorable.

Shareef: So you weren't talking about me?

Dalia: *hiding a smile* no.

Shareef: And you were calling HIM *he points at Fitzy who pauses in the middle of licking his arm to look up at them questioningly* strong and cute?!

Fitzy: Mew!

Dalia: Yes.

*Shareefo's nostrils flare even more, and he starts sputtering and stuttering, and he turns so red, Dalia is afraid he is going to faint*

Dalia: *standing up and extending towards him her water glass* I think you need this more than I do.

*Shareefo continues to grow redder, before he points at her*

Shareefo: I AM CUTER THAN A DEMON CAT!

Dalia: *taken aback* Shareef, I didn't...

Shareef: I'M CUTER!

*He swings around, and is about to storm out, when he comes to a halt as he sees Sami. Sami is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow slightly arched, and a small smile tugging at his lips.*

Sami: Everything okay buddy?

*Just then Fitzy jumps in the air, and starts batting around something, before he starts to run in a circle.*

Dalia: Awww! Isn't he so cute?!

Sami: He is MashaAllah.

Shareef: *glaring and stomping his foot* I'M CUTER!

Fitzy: Mew!

Shareefo: STOP MOCKING ME!

Fitzy: Mew!

Shareefo: Anytime anyplace demon cat! *he stomps towards the hallway before turning around, and pointing, bellowing at the top of his lungs* ANYTIME, ANYPLACE!