Ayesha's POV

I was waiting for Helga when my brother and his friend Rayyan came back after their basketball class.

"Assalamu Alaikum Mom," my brother said sitting at the dining table.

"Valaikum Salam. How was your coaching class today? I heard you have a game after 2 weeks"

"No need to worry Aunty. We have Zack with us. He is one of the best players in our school" Rayyan replied for my brother who was hungrily eating lunch.

"Zack?" I asked him. I thought my brother was the best among them.

"Yea. He is new to our team. But he plays way better than me. He had transferred to our school last week" my brother said.

That was when I heard the doorbell ringing. I ran to the door and opened it. It was Helga as expected.

"Hello," she said, coming inside.

"Hi. Why are you late?"

"My mom forced me to come after eating lunch"

"Ooh, mom we are going upstairs" I shouted to my mom.

"Dear, have you eaten yet?" My mom asked Helga.

"Yeah, aunty. I just ate now and came here"

"Why so late dear?" My mom asked her.

"I had a basketball class after school." She replied

"Look at her Ayesha. She eats her food on time. What about you? You only munch on cookies and chocolates" mom complained. Like most mothers, my mom too loves my best friend than me. Is she my mom or hers? I have a doubt.

I went to my room without replying to her. She knows what I will reply. I have a doubt.

"You didn't eat?" Helga asked me.

"Nop. I was in no mood to eat" I replied smiling. "So why do you want to meet me, girl?"

"Oh.so you don't want to see me?" she asked me in an angry tone.

"I am kidding girl. You only come to my house when you have something gossips to say" I mocked her.

"Well, I have nothing to say to you. But..... I have something to ask you!" She said lying on my bed.

"What is it?" I asked her sitting on the sofa.

"Well, today morning I was in the senior building when I overheard your brother talking"

"Senior building?" I asked her confused.

"I will talk about that later." She said sitting up.

"Then, go on."

"Ok, It's about this girl named Lyn.....

"Lyn?" I asked her. Well, I raised my voice hearing that. Helga looked at me shocked.

"I am sorry," I said feeling sorry for raising my voice. I have never raised my voice at her.

"It's okay. Do you mind if I ask you to say about her?" She asked me pleadingly.

I didn't know what to say. I was surprised and hurt at the same time. I always wanted my past to be past. I not telling them about Lyn was all because I didn't want sympathy from them. But Helga was different. She knows my past, present, and future. It is with her that I share everything. I was hurt to see her pleading face. I decided to tell her everything.

"Ok, I will tell you about her story." I said sitting cross-legged on the bed."But first, I will tell you about her" I began..

"Her name is Liyana, Lyn for short. She was my father's friend's daughter. The first time I noticed her was at a party held by my father's boss. Her father also worked in the same company. To say the truth she was my classmate at that time. Being an introvert, she never talked with any of our gang or our classmates. All she talked about was when teachers asked her something. I thought she doesn't like to talk with us. I saw her sitting alone. I was feeling too bored so I sat with her and started talking. She was so amazing. We both shared the same interests. That night, we both got something precious, a friendship between us. From then onwards, we started talking to each other. She made friends with my gang but the one she mostly talked with was me. My mom and brothers were also too fond of her. After a month, her father got a transfer letter to a job in Dubai. They even gave visas to his family. But Lyn couldn't travel so they didn't have a choice. My father came to know of it and forced them to not give up the opportunity. He told that Lyn would stay with us and he will look after like his daughter. Our house was big because two families were living there. Yasir's family also lived with us. Her father agreed but he was not sure of Lyn. He was wrong. Lyn gladly accepted it. She was the happiest among all of us. Like that, she started living with us like a sister to my brothers and Yasir and like a daughter to both Yasir's and my parents. She was a sister and my best friend." I stopped there and began the story.......

*Flashback*

"moommm, where's my top I kept on the sofa?" I shouted from my room. It was the first day of our grade 7 and we were already late for our bus.

Lyn came after her bath and threw me the sweatshirt I was looking for from the cupboard.

"How much time I told you not to throw clothes here and there," she said angrily looking at me. Being a nerd and a neat freak, she was the one who keeps our room tidy and me the one who keeps it messy. I was too lazy to keep everything neat and tidy.

"Thanks," I said and rushed to take a bath.

We ran to the bus stop and saw Zayn and Ziyan, Zayn's twin brother waiting for us.

"Did you guys miss the bus too?" Lyn asked Ziyan who is also her boyfriend.

"Nope. We came on time. I think it's the bus which is late" He told holding Lyn's hand.

I laughed at them. "What?" Lyn asked me.

"Nothing" I replied. I was the only one among them who hates them being together. It was not because I don't trust Ziyan or anything but because I don't believe in love that much.Yep, I am somewhat a little weird.