I watch Ruaan and Asna run into the park. Kamila, who is also my niece, is by my side.

Kamila found out(through stalking, but don’t tell her I called it that) that her crush, Eli, takes his little brother to the park on Saturdays. So, of course, she begged her aunties and uncles to take their kids to the park on Saturdays but, of course, they wouldn’t trust a fifteen year old to take care of a bunch of sugar crazed kids underneath the age of ten to Central Park. Poor them, they felt bad for saying no thinking it was out of the goodness of Kamila’s heart. But of course, I knew better. I could see right through my niece and spilt immediately about her true intentions. So, I offered to take the kids and she can come with me. So here I am. At the park. Watching two of my many nieces and nephews while my other one goes try to get someone’s Snapchat.

It’s been half and hour and all she’s done is stare at him from afar.

"Kamila-"

"Hold on!" she cuts me off, knowing I’m going to try push her again. "I’ll do it! I just- I just need some time, okay?"

I groan slightly and slump down onto the grey metal bench.

Eli isn’t.. the way I imagined him to be. I watch the scrawny boy play with his younger brother on the slide.

"Noor?" Kamila calls out.

I straighten up. "Noor? Where?" I look around. I spot at the end of the bigger slide, helping her little sister, Juna, hop off.

"Noor!" Kamila calls out, smiling.

Noor turns around and smiles. "Oh, hey guys!"

She walks over to us and Juna takes another round of the slide.

"Hey, Princess," I grin.

"Hi. What are you guys doing here?"

"Taking care of my cous-"

I cut Kamila off, "Helping my niece get a boy."

Kamila glares at me and I just flash at smile at her.

"Really?" Noor’s eyes widen. She’s already thinking of different plans to get him. "Well who is he?" She looks around the park.

Kamila points to the blond at the mini slide.

Noor smiles falters and looks at Kamila. "Seriously?"

Kamila rolls her eyes, "Are you going to help me or what?"

"Okay, just go." Noor drags her off the bench and pushes her.

"What?" her eyes widen. ”Wait-No-I can’t-"

"It’s a boy. If I can get your uncle then you can get him!"

"My uncle’s ugly though!"

"Hey!" I narrow my eyes at her.

"So is he!" Noor pushes her one last time.

Kamila stops and takes a deep breath before finally going to get it.

"I noticed how you didn’t deny that I’m ugly," I feign hurt as Noor sits on the bench.

"Because it’s true."

I scoff. "Says you."

"Yes," she looks at me. "Says me."

Yep. Says her. She has every right to say that with that face of hers.

I swallow, nodding and crossing my arms.

"I was only joking. I don’t think you’re ugly."

"I know, Princess. I just like to tease you."

Kamila rushes back to us with a giant smile. "I got it!" she squeals.

Noor jumps up and squeals with her. I cover my ears. "My poor ears!"

Once they die down, Juna walks up to Noor and says she wants to go home. She nods and says goodbye.

Once we’re alone, Kamila sits beside me again with a smile. "I like your girlfriend."

"Me too," I smile.

Too bad she’s my fake girlfriend.

(Based off of my WIP. Should I make this canon?)