Yousana Gift Exchange

here’s the yousana gift that i’ve created for @chaoswillcalmusdown

hope you like it!

The room was full of people, but somehow, Yousef was still lonely. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter at all of his friends, despite how much he cared for them. It was just hard, when he was 21 years old and still without a soulmate, and here they all were, so painfully in love with theirs.

The boys were supposed to come over to play some Fifa, which would’ve been fine– but then Even had asked if his soulmate could come, so Mikael asked if his could, and Adam asked if his could, and so on and so forth until everyone’s girlfriend or boyfriend was on their way. He hated watching how one of his friends would lock eyes with their soulmate and seem to communicate so perfectly without words, how they would be so obviously in love. He resented it, because he wanted that for himself.

Most people get their soulmates around age eighteen, some early, but very few late. The first words your soulmate will ever speak to you are written on your inner left wrist, and when you first touch your soulmate the words are replaced with a unique symbol, both soulmates having the same one. Yousef glanced down at his wrist, frowning at the single word written there. Hei. Of all the words he could have gotten, he had “Hi.” He could’ve already met his soulmate, just not touched her, and he would never know.

“So? Are you coming?” Mutta’s question snapped Yousef out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Were you even listening to Even, bro?” Mutta smiled slightly, “Isak’s having a Christmas party.”

“…None of us celebrate Christmas?” Yousef replied, confused.

“Yeah, but we’re invited still. It’ll be fun– besides, it’s a chance for you to meet some people. See who says “Hei,” Mutta nudged him with a cheeky grin.

And so it was decided. Besides, it’s not like Yousef had anything to do during the holidays– not without a soulmate.

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Yeah and that’s why her blog has 1000 followers and yousef/sana clips/videos have so many views on youtube, and yousana posts have so many notes and everyday new fanfic is posted on ao3…..yeah all by the same 10 people…..

all the 10 people that still care about yousana have to reblog this post

me to people who say that yousana are dead:

more than 10 people reblogged this post by now,,,

dear anon:

yousana will rise *prayer circle*

I WAS SAVING THIS IN MY DRAFTS TO REBLOG AFTER TODAY’S CLIP AND AHAHAHAHAHA, THE SWEET SATISFACTION

YOUSANA ROSE LIKE A PHOENIX!!!

vdeikvgkndaelnv damn cant believe yousana died after the latest clip :( this anon was right,,,,damn yousana isnt endgame

me @ the anon:

WATCH IN HD PLEASE! Dedicated to the lovely @mrspaaadfoots and @sanaflowers! 

JULIE ANDEM WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE US A SKAM HALLOWEEN SPECIAL CMON

Page 56

So I was talking to my skam group chat and we all love the song “God Don’t Leave Me” by Highasakite so much and thought it should’ve been used in s4 in some way! And after more discussion a sort of prompt was formed which I decided to write, so here it is (also on ao3):

Summary: Yousef handed Sana his poetry journal, and asked her to read one particular poem.

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Sana held the book in her hands lightly, precariously, as though it might disappear if she clutched too tight. It was a simple leather bound journal, worn from years of use. The initials Y.A had almost faded from where they had been written on the right hand corner in golden ink. Sana ran her thumb over it.

Ever since Yousef had come back from Turkey, he’d been different. More open, more cheerful and to her more handsome with that summer tan.

They hadn’t quite figured out what they were to each other, but certainly their feelings were anything but platonic, that much was obvious. Whatever it was, she felt grateful that Yousef was sharing this part of himself with her. She didn’t even know he wrote poems, but last night he texted her that he’d like to show her his poetry journal.

They were sitting in his backyard, leaning against a tree and enjoying the mild September sun on their faces.

As she went to open the book he held her hand, and told her, “Turn to page 56 please.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why? Can I not read them in order?”

“You can read them all, but first, page 56.”

She shrugged and did what he said, turning the pages without reading and then joking that “Perhaps the earlier ones are about me hmm?”

Yousef smiled and answered “Maybe they are.”

Whatever she would’ve said in reply was forgotten as she found page 56 and read the title of the poem: God Don’t Leave Me.

Yousef closed his eyes and leaned his head back, still holding onto her hand.

“You can read it aloud if you like.”

Her eyes skimmed over the words, written in his cursive penmanship. She cleared her throat and began in a soft voice:

“God don’t leave me, I’ll freeze

I panic in my bedroom half asleep

God don’t tempt me I’m weak”

She stopped and looked at him, at the slight tremor in his shoulders and the rise and fall of his chest as he took deep breaths in. She continued:

“Creator of my awful mind

I crossed a line this time

It’s been a long time

Since the phone rang and it was you”

The more she read, the heavier the book seemed in her hands, as though she was experiencing all the anger, hurt and doubt he felt when he sat down to write this poem. She thought back to her own moments of uncertainty and read on in a soft voice, the final three lines:

God don’t leave me, I’ll freeze

If only but a second of your time

If only but a second…

As she concluded he twined their fingers together and opened his eyes. Dark and glistening, they looked more beautiful than ever.

“It wasn’t as easy as everyone thinks. It wasn’t easy to leave, and it isn’t easy to come back. But in hardship we find ease, right Sana?”

Her own eyes were shining as she nodded and whispered, “Right.”

She had known, from the moment he had come back, she had guessed and let herself hope but didn’t want to bring it up because she was afraid of his answer. Now however, she asked him without any fear or hope or expectation, a simple question with a hidden meaning, that she knew he would understand.

“Yousef, you’re not on page 56 anymore are you?”

He brought her palm to his lips and kissed it gently before answering, “No, I am not.”

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: SKAM (TV), The Office (US) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yousef Acar/Sana Bakkoush, girl squad - Relationship Characters: Sana Bakkoush, Yousef Acar, Isak Valtersen, Elias Bakkoush, Even Bech Næsheim, Dr Skrulle, William Magnusson, Nikolai Magnusson, Vilde Hellerud, Noora Amalie Sætre, Chris Berg, Eva Kviig Mohn Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, everyone works together in an office, Stuff happens, Romantic Comedy, dramedy? Summary:

Yousef and Sana are desk buddies and best friends, strictly nothing more. They’re long past the age of stolen glances and high school romances that don’t last. Or, at least they think they are.

The Office AU, with influences from Persuasion by Jane Austen.

I miss them so much <3 <3 <3

Today was Yousef’s birthday. His twentieth to be precise. He didn’t think much of it when he woke up. Sure he was excited, but he was more focused on how late he was for work and how fast he would have to get dressed and then run to catch the bus. As he sat down next to a grumpy teenager , he remembered that he was twenty now, a man or at least not a boy anymore , and that he was going to spend the afternoon with the boys and then have a great dinner with his family and that Sana would be there. And he smiled, feeling a little bit blessed on this morning of September. As the morning went, he received many messages from friends and family and, right before he left after lunchtime, the children presented him a cake with candles. As they sang and he blew the candles, he felt a little more grateful once again for his life. Arriving home, he didn’t even have time to fully open the door that the boys were already jumping on him, hugging him from all over, screaming in his ears. He got lifted by Mutta, bridelike style, to the couch where they settled down to film an improvised video during which each of the boys had to tell their favourite Yousef’s story or memory. He laughed at some of the stories, blushed of shame at some others, got teased and teased back but mainly he smiled. He smiled and laughed until his stomach hurt and his sister stormed in the living room asking them to “shut down the decibels level out of respect for the normal people in this house ”. And he felt once again a little bit more blessed for his life. He got some time alone with his parents before dinner, watching old pictures of him as a baby and a little boy, as they did every year. He received a hug and a kiss and got told that he was a wonderful boy and a wonderful son and that they were very proud of the man he had become. And he hugged them back and laughed about how he was now taller than both of them. And he felt so grateful once again for his life. As he left the room, the doorbell ringed and he hurried up to open the door, knowing who was behind by the sheer strength of his love. And his love was right once again for she was the one standing in front of him, her eyes glistening, he dimples an invitation for kisses, her lips curled up in the loveliest smile as her hands hold up a wrapped present in front of her. Stepping on her tiptoes to hug him, she whispered happy birthday to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, slightly lifting her up. He had to put her down way too early for his taste as his sister, and soon every body else, came to see what was taking him so long at the door. As they walked to the kitchen where they would be having dinner, he grabbed her hand and she rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand as if to say “it’s ok, we’ll find a moment, until then let’s celebrate”. And he simply whispered back that he loved her because he did and she smiled once more and he felt blessed once again for being given this specific life. As the evening went, he was fed his favourite food, his favourite cake, he received presents and many good wishes. He laughed and he sang and he talked and he listened and he looked at the people he loved most in the world. And he got told by cards, by smiles, by teasing remarks, by shiny eyes or arms on his shoulders or a hand in his or by spoken words how great he was and how he was loved. As the dinner ended, the boys stood up to help out and he saw his chance to have a moment with her. He took her hand as he stood up and walked her to his room. They simply sat at his desk in front of the window. Her on the corner of the desk, hands on her sides balancing her feet. Him on the chair, looking at her. And as they talked about their days and their life and everything and nothing or said no words at all, he felt like this was it, this was the happiest he could feel. The more grateful he could be.

Oh, if only he knew how much more was planned for him in the future, how truly blessed he was to have this little life of his.

So tumblr tells me that it’s Yousef’s birthday today and I saw the posts literally an hour ago so I just about managed to write this in time! It’s based on this post from @slytherino.

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“Oh you’re finally here,” Sana says and relief washes through her body at the sight of Jamilla on her doorstep.

“You called me in a panic half an hour ago. I think I’ve done pretty well to make it here so soon. It’s not even 9am,” Jamilla says with raised eyebrows. “Moustafa told me to tell you that he doesn’t say hi by the way.”

“I don’t know why he’s complaining. It’s not like I called him and I’m super grateful. Look, I even made you coffee,” Sana says as they walk into the kitchen.

Jamilla snorts at the sight of the place. “Did a bomb go off in here?”

Scowling, Sana says, “No! I was trying to make that carrot cake you sent me the recipe for but it didn’t come out right.”

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So I bought some really nice shampoo the other week and warned my husband to keep his hands off it! Of course, this then made me want to write Yousana fic based around this scenario because why not! Set not long before S4 so longing glances abound between Sana and Yousef!

Also for @thickskinandelasticheart because she deserves some fluff after fighting the good fight for Yousana on tumblr!

Also on AO3

Sana gritted her teeth as she reached for her shampoo and found that it had been moved. That meant only one thing: Elias had used it despite her warning him that he should never use her shampoo.

It was the nicest shampoo she had ever bought and it cost her a good part of the allowance from her parents. The first time she’d used it her hair had felt so silky and smooth. Plus it also smelt amazing. She’d told Elias that if he ever touched it to use on the centimetre of hair he possessed then she would wait until he was sleeping and shave his eyebrows off. Her brother should know better than to cross her.

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Need a partner? - Yousana AU. Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Elias Bakkoush: Hey sis

Elias Bakkoush: How’s my favorite sister in the world?

Sana Bakkoush: I’m your only sister

Elias Bakkoush: True

Elias Bakkoush: But that doesn’t mean I love you any less

Sana Bakkoush: What do you want?

Elias Bakkoush: Why do you think I want something?

Sana Bakkoush: What do you want?

Elias Bakkoush: I’m at the gym

Sana Bakkoush: No

Elias Bakkoush: Come on! You still don’t know what I was going to say

Sana Bakkoush: You’ve forgotten something and you want me to bring it to you to the gym

Elias Bakkoush: Well…yes

Sana Bakkoush: No

Elias Bakkoush: Sana please, I forgot the money to pay this month’s bill for the gym

Sana Bakkoush: Pay tomorrow

Elias Bakkoush: I can’t pay tomorrow, today is the last day

Elias Bakkoush: And you and I both know they won’t just trust me to pay tomorrow

Elias Bakkoush: Please sis

Sana Bakkoush: Why don’t you come and get it yourself?

Elias Bakkoush: Because the guy I’m working out with leaves in an hour and if I go home and back to the gym I’ll lose a lot of time

Sana Bakkoush: And why don’t you work out and then go home to take the money?

Elias Bakkoush: Sana please

Sana Bakkoush: Elias

Elias Bakkoush: Fine. Because I’m meeting Laila after that.

Sana Bakkoush: So first of all, on Sunday, you interrupt my day at the mall with my friends to ask me to give you my keys ‘cause you had forgotten them

Sana Bakkoush: And now you want me to go all the way to the gym to give you money so you can go on a date after it?

Elias Bakkoush: Yes?

Sana Bakkoush: Fine.

Sana Bakkoush: But you’ll be my slave for a week

Elias Bakkoush: Two days

Sana Bakkoush: Two weeks

Elias Bakkoush: Fine, one week.

Elias Bakkoush: The money is already ready on my desk in my room.

Elias Bakkoush: I will be in the dancing rooms, just come and find me

Sana Bakkoush: Dancing rooms?

Sana Bakkoush: Since when do you dance?

Elias Bakkoush: Since there’s a charity flashmob this weekend and I’m taking part in it.

Sana Bakkoush: Laila asked you to go with her, didn’t she?

Elias Bakkoush: Yes

Elias Bakkoush: But I also want to help

Sana Bakkoush: And is Laila aware of the fact that you can’t dance to save your life?

Elias Bakkoush: I can dance

Elias Bakkoush: But just in case that’s why I’m rehearsing with this guy I met at the gym.

Elias Bakkoush: He’s really good

Elias Bakkoush: And you’ll get the chance to meet him when you come so…please come?

Sana Bakkoush: I’ll be there in 15

Sana Bakkoush: Slave

 –x–

When Elias had told Sana that he’d be in the dancing rooms she didn’t thought about the fact that she doesn’t know where those dancing rooms are. She has only been in the gym once before and she didn’t even get to enter. So that’s why now she’s walking around a gym full of dudes trying to find her dumb brother. When she’s about to give up and either call him or leave she hears music, and not any song, THE song. The song she’s been listening to non-stop since Sunday. Ever since that day at the mall when she had met that guy, Yousef, she has been listening to that song and watching the tv spot every time she had the chance. If you looked with attention you could see her in the bottom right corner of the screen, dancing with her partner. Sadly, Yousef’s face couldn’t be seen since he had his back to the camera. Not that Sana needs any help to remember his face. His brown eyes, his messy hair, his perfect smile. Sana can see his face perfectly in her mind, how could she forget that face? The face of the guy she danced with. The face of the guy she talked to. The face of the guy she wanted to know better but she didn’t get the chance to. The face of the guy that…is somehow dancing with her brother right now.

It takes a minute for Sana to process the scene in front of her. In the gym. In the dancing room she has finally found. Elias. Her brother, Elias. Dancing. But he’s not alone. He’s with another guy. The guy. Yousef. Yousef from the mall. Yousef her dancing partner. He’s dancing to I feel it coming with Elias. Her brother.  

For a moment she considers the possibility that this is all a dream since there’s no way that what she’s seeing is true.

But when Elias sees her and walks over to her with his characteristic smile, she knows that this is not a dream.

“Finally! I was afraid you’ll never show”

“You texted me 10 minutes ago, Elias.” Sana says, her eyes fixated on Yousef, who’s also looking back at her confused.

If there was something Yousef was not expecting today is meeting Sana. He’s been thinking about her during the whole week despite his efforts not to. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about a girl he only met for a few minutes and that in addition, has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who apparently is the same guy he just met an hour ago. Yousef can’t help but feeling a little bit bitter about the whole situation. He met Sana, he thought she might be the one even if he only talked to her for a few minutes. Then he found out that she has a boyfriend called Elias. Then he meets a boy at the gym and he seems like a great guy. They start to dance together to prepare for the charity flashmob. And not once Yousef thinks about the possibility that his new found friend Elias might be the same Elias who is Sana’s boyfriend. But of course he is. Because he’s Yousef. He’s that lucky. Still, Yousef can’t deny that a part of him, a huge part of him, is really happy to see her again, even if it’s under these circumstances.

She must be as shocked as he is because just like him, Sana can’t seem to look away from him.

Elias notices the looks between his sister and his new friend and decides it’s time to introduce them.

“Oh sorry.” He says clearing his throat and pointing at Yousef but looking at Sana. “This is the friend that’s helping me with the dance moves…”

“Yousef.” Sana interrupts him

For a moment Elias thinks if he’s maybe mentioned his name to Sana before in the texts or something but he can’t seem to remember. Anyway, he turns to Yousef and pointing at Sana he says: “And this is my sister…”

“Sana.” Yousef interrupts him looking at her. Then it hits him. Has Elias said what he thinks he’s said? “Sister?”

“Yeah, Sana is my sister.” Elias says confused. First they know each other’s names, then Yousef asks if Sana is his sister. There’s definitely something that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t get to ask though, ‘cause Sana speaks.

“What did you think I was?” Sana asks, but not Elias, she’s asking Yousef.

“Well your friend he was looking for you and…I assumed…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, he’s too embarrassed to do it. But at the same time, Yousef can’t help but feel a shred of hope. If Elias is Sana’s brother maybe he still has a chance. Sure, Yousef, a chance with a girl you’ve met for only a few minutes, you’re such a realistic guy.

It takes a few seconds for Sana to understand what he’s implying but when she does she widens her eyes and shakes her head half amused half shocked.

“No, no, no, not at all.” She keeps shaking her head horrified by the thought of her and Elias dating.

“Good to know.” Yousef says without thinking and as the words leave his mouth he realizes what he’s said and if he was blushing before, right now he’s completely red. He scratches the back of his neck nervously and looks at the floor.

“Can any of you explain to me what’s going on here?” Elias asks looking from his sister to Yousef and back to his sister.

“Remember the flash mob I got stuck in?” Sana starts. Before Elias can answer the question she continues. “Well, Yousef and I somehow ended up being dance partners.”

“So he’s faceless guy.” Elias nods as the information sinks in. He looks at the two people in the room and sees them looking at each other, again. In any other moment he would’ve teased his sister and his new friend about it but right now he really needs to go pay the gym bill before it gets cancelled. “Okay, whatever, I’m going to go pay and Sana you can leave if you want…or not.”

And just like that he’s out of the room and he’s left Sana and Yousef alone. Alone and in silence. An awkward silence.

Both of them are trying to think about something they could say to make the moment a little bit less awkward but nothing comes to their minds. Yousef is afraid that if he opens his mouth again he will only embarrass himself even more. Sana on the other hand is still trying to decipher what ‘good to know’ means.

When she can’t take the silence anymore she decides to say something that she’s had in mind since she heard the music.

“So…is I feel it coming like the anthem of every flash mob or…?” Sana asks.

“Huh?” Yousef frowns, not sure what she’s talking about.

“You were rehearsing for the charity flash mob, right? And you were dancing to the same song that we…well, danced to.”

“Oh no, no. We were just stretching. The song for the flash mob is Can’t stop the feeling by Justin Timberlake.”

“It’s all about the feelings.” Sana says. She’s not sure why she said that. She meant it as a joke but it came out more serious than she intended to.

“Yeah…” Yousef smiles shyly at her finally bringing himself to look at her eyes for the first time in several minutes. “So…are you taking part in this one?”

“No, not at all. I had enough with one flash mob in my life, thank you very much.”

“Come on! You have to dance, it’s fun and besides, it’s for charity.” The truth is that Yousef was hoping that he could see her in the flash mob and who knows, maybe he could convince her to be his partner again.

“I don’t know the moves.” Sana says shrugging and tilting her head. “So, sorry, I can’t dance.”

“Well, that can be easily fixed.”

With a smirk on his face he walks over to where his phone is plugged to the amplifiers and presses play. Instantly, Can’t stop the feeling starts sounding. Yousef stands in front of the big mirror that covers the whole wall and looks at Sana who’s still standing by the door. She’s pressing her lips together trying to hold the smile that’s threatening to appear.

“So in the first part we dance alone, just like in the other one.”

Sana watches him as he dances to the rhythm of the music, making what seem like pretty easy moves, it’s a flash mob after all.

“If you stand there you’re not going to learn anything, you have to come here and try.” He says not once stopping dancing.

“I’m not dancing.” She crosses her arms on her chest and looks at him with a smug smile.

Yousef stops dancing and looks at her raising his eyebrows and tilting his head. The song is about to reach the chorus and he definitely wants to dance that part with Sana. He walks over to her, the smile never leaving his lips, and offers his hand to her.

“Please.” He says and Sana wishes she could be able to resist that look and that smile, but she clearly can’t ‘cause she finds herself reaching for his hand.

Just imagine, just imagine, just imagine.

 He takes her hand before she can change her mind and starts dancing again, Sana trying to follow his lead.

“Nothing I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance” He sings looking at her eyes.

Sana tries to cover the fact that she’s blushing with laughter. She hears him laugh too and they both keep dancing, just like they did a few days ago.

 –x–

“So I leave you two alone for a few minutes and you steal my partner from me, sis? That’s rude.”

Elias’ voices makes them burst out of their dancing bubble. They didn’t hear him entering the room and they sure as hell didn’t notice him standing there for a few minutes. Both Sana and Yousef were only focused on each other and their dance moves.

“Maybe it’s because I’m a better dancer than you are.” If there’s something Sana has learnt is to use witty comments as a way to hide her embarrassment.

“Well, that’s not that difficult now, is it?” Yousef teases Elias who opens his mouth acting dramatically offended.

“Wow, you two really are perfect for each other.” Elias is not aware of the truth in his words, nor is he aware of the effect they have in Sana and Yousef.

“Okay, I’m going to leave you two to it.” Sana says as she feels her cheeks getting redder and redder.

As she’s about to leave the room she hears a voice behind her.

“See  you at the flash mob, Sana.”

She turns around and looks at Yousef who’s again showing her that smile she can’t resist.

“We’ll see about that.” Is Sana’s answer, and with one last smile, she finally leaves the two boys.

Need a partner? - Yousana AU. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

“You’re doing great” she hears him saying.

Sana looks up from her feet to his face. She takes a few seconds to take him in. His beautiful brown eyes, his bandana failing to keep his messy hair away from them, and his smile, his perfect smile that makes her stomach do a complete back flip. She then looks down at their hands, their fingers intertwined. A small smile appears in her lips as she asks herself a question: how did she end up in this situation?

 A few minutes earlier.

 “Vilde!” Sana says as she reaches her friend after pushing her way through the crowd.

“Sana! You came!” Vilde gives her friend a big hug before returning to where she was standing next to Magnus.

“I thought you were going to be alone and that’s why you wanted me to come.” Sana says looking at her friend and her boyfriend confused.

“You’re here for moral support, Magnus is here for dancing support. There are completely different things. Unless you want to dance too of course, then I won’t have anyone for moral support ‘cause Eva is with Noora and Chris is with that guy he met at that party”

“I’m not dancing…wait, which guy? Which party?” Sana asks. She doesn’t remember her friend mentioning any guy. Then again, she hasn’t seen her since Thursday and it’s Sunday morning.

“Friday’s party, you weren’t there ‘cause you had that family thing, remember?”

Sana does remember. Her aunt and uncle had come to visit and she and Elias had to stay at home instead of going out, not that Sana was that keen on going to that party anyway.

“She met this super cute boy and I think they’re hooking up.” Vilde continues explaining. “Anyway, since you’re not here to dance then you’re here for moral support, right?”

“I guess?” Sana says not very convinced.

Vilde has been talking about this flashmob thing for two weeks now. The goal is to promote the mall they’re at and every person that takes part in it gets a discount in some stores. There was no way Vilde wasn’t taking part in it. She had invited Sana to join her in her rehearsals but every single time Sana had refused to, she’s no dancer. In the end Vilde changed her mind about Sana as a dancing partner and decided that she should be her cheerleader or something, “moral supporter” is how she called it, but Sana knew that all that Vilde wanted was to know that someone was there for her so Sana just couldn’t say no.

“Okay people, we start in 10!” They hear one of the guys in charge of the whole thing say.

“I think I should better get going over there.” Sana tells Vilde trying to look for a spot where she can watch the flashmob without getting involved.

“He said there are still 10 minutes left, you can stay with us for a while…” Vilde starts saying but she’s interrupted by the same guy that talked just a few seconds before.

“Everyone to their spots, we’re filming in three, two, one…action!”

Sana’s head snaps to Vilde looking at her with wide eyes.

“I guess he meant 10 seconds?” Vilde bites her lip as the music, I feel it coming by The Weeknd, starts.

“Vilde! What am I going to do?”.

“Dance?”

Sana doesn’t get to yell at her that she is in no way dancing because Vilde quickly turns around and starts the dance routine that apparently everyone except Sana knows. She tries to get out of there but everywhere she turns there someone dancing and it doesn’t seem like they’re stopping anytime soon. Sana knows they’re being filmed and she just hopes the camera isn’t on her now, it’s embarrassing enough the fact that she’s standing still in the middle of a flashmob, the last thing she needs is to have a tv spot to remind her.

“Sana, dance!” She hears Vilde whispering at some point.

She takes a deep breath and gives herself a pep talk. Being a mess dancing is better than standing still, right? She’s not sure of it but still, she starts following people’s dance moves. They’re not that difficult but by the time Sana has learnt one they’ve already changed to another one. Then it happens. As the songs reaches the second verse Sana sees everyone turning to their sides and taking someone’s hand. It takes a few seconds for Sana to process that everyone is choosing a partner to dance with. Now she gets what Vilde meant by ‘dancing support’ when she was talking about Magnus. Of course the flashmob had a duet part, of course she’s the only one alone. She looks around for either a partner or a way out, but she doesn’t find any of those things. Once again she’s standing still in the middle of the flashmob while everyone is dancing. She feels like she’s been standing there for minutes when actually it has been only a few seconds so no one has noticed that she’s not moving, no one except the guy that suddenly is standing right in front of her with a smile on his face.

“Need a partner?” He asks as he offers his hand to her.

Sana hesitates. It’s bad enough that she’s embarrassing herself, she doesn’t need to embarrass anyone else.

“I don’t know the moves.” She admits looking at the floor.

“Just follow my lead.” He insists.

Sana looks up at him and suddenly all the doubts leave her mind. He really seems like he wants to help her and for some reason she feels like she can trust him. Before she can really realize what’s happening, she takes his hand and follows his moves. He clearly knows what he’s doing, the way he moves to the rhythm of the music feels natural, like he’s been dancing for a lot of time. It only makes Sana feel a little more embarrassed by her lack of dancing skills.

“You’re doing great” she hears him saying

 “No I’m not” she says laughing.

For a moment, Yousef can’t hear the music, he can only hear her laugh. As the music comes to an end and he puts his hands on her waist as the choreography said, he can feel his heart beating faster, and it’s definitely not because of the physical effort. It’s because of this girl, this beautiful girl he has in his arms right now. Having her this close gives him the opportunity to look at her properly. She has the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen. When she smiles at him, a perfect smile, her dimples showing are enough to make his legs go weak.

As he smiles back at her and takes in the moment he asks himself a question: “how did he end up in this situation?”

 A few hours earlier

“You really aren’t coming?” Yousef asks his friend on the phone as he chooses his outfit for that morning.

“I told you, I’m meeting Isak.”

“But you’re always meeting Isak, Even. Can’t you meet him later? I know you love dancing, come with me to the flashmob, it’ll be fun.” Yousef tries to convince his friend

“I really can’t Yousef. Why don’t you ask Mutta?” Even asks. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go the mall with Yousef, but he rather spend the morning with his boyfriend if he’s being honest.

“He’s with that girl he met at the Nissen party you took us last Friday.”

“Huh? Which girl? Where was I when that happened?” Even can’t remember seeing his friend talking to any girl at that party, then again it’s not like he had been paying much attention.

“You were making out with your boyfriend somewhere, as always.”

“Oh, don’t be jealous Yousef, you know I still love you.” Even jokes and if he could see him right now, he’d wink at him. “So who’s this girl? Maybe I know her.”

“Uhm I don’t really know…she’s called Christina I think…Chris…beautiful eyes, really pretty…interesting choice of outfit.”

“Oh yes I know her, she must be Chris. She’s friends with Isak’s biology partner, you know the girl I always tell you about.”

“Even come on, don’t start again, please.” Yousef says rolling his eyes. Ever since Even started dating Isak, he’s been talking nonstop about some friend of Isak he thinks is perfect for Yousef. Then again, Even has spent his life trying –and failing- to find a perfect girl for Yousef. And it’s not like he doesn’t appreciate the effort but he really doesn’t want to be with a girl like that. He’s a romantic, he thinks that the girl of his dreams will randomly walk into his life, there’s no need to force it.

“I’m just saying, she’s beautiful, strong, smart and she has a big heart. You’d love her.”

“What I’d love is for you to come with me to the flashmob. But okay, go be with your boyfriend, I’ll go alone…it’s fine…”

“Okay, have fun! Bye!” Even says clearly not falling for Yousef’s act and hanging up the phone.

When he arrives to the mall, the place where they’re going to do the dance routine is already filled with people. He looks around and sees almost everyone talking in groups. He knows there’s a part of the dance that is in pairs and he has no partner so Yousef was lowkey hoping that someone would be alone as he is. As the music starts he forgets about that issue and decides to dance and try to solve that problem later. But he can’t quite concentrate on the choreography though, someone catches his attention. There’s a girl just a few meters from her and she’s standing still, not dancing, not doing anything, just looking around with a scared look in her face. After a few seconds she starts moving but only to try to get out of the crowd. Yousef finds himself frowning at that. Why would she be there if she didn’t want to dance? Now that he’s thinking about it, he might have seen her before the music started, talking to a boy and a girl who are now dancing. The only explanation Yousef can find is that the girl was not here to dance but somehow she found herself in the middle of the flashmob. His theory is confirmed when the girl tries to follow everyone’s moves and fails completely. He can’t help but laugh at the scene, it’s amusingly cute. As the second verse of the song starts and it’s time to find your partner, Yousef can literally see her panicking. She clearly didn’t know that and looks around trying to find a solution. It occurs to Yousef that maybe he can be her solution and she can be his solution. Trying not to bother anyone around him he walks over to her and offers his hand.

“Need a partner?” he asks

“I don’t know the moves” She looks at the floor as if she’s embarrassed. Yousef can’t help but feel bad about her, he doesn’t want her to feel like that.

“Just follow my lead” He insists.

When she looks up, Yousef’s heart skips a beat. Sure, he knew she was pretty from afar, but seeing her now, she takes his breath away.

 –x–

It takes him a few seconds to realize that his hands are still on her waist after the song ends and everyone is clapping their hands cheerfully.

It takes her a few seconds to realize that she’s still holding onto his arms when the music stops and he takes a step backwards to let go of her.

“Sorry” both of them say at the same time, causing them to smile shyly at each other.

“Thank you” Sana says “You really saved me there.”

“You did great” Yousef assures her. She really did. Yes, maybe she was a little bit lost at first but she soon learnt all the moves and followed his lead.

“I wasn’t planning on dancing.” Sana admits looking at the floor.

“Yeah, I noticed.” She snaps his head up at his words. He quickly explains himself. “I mean I saw you standing there not moving, I assumed you had found yourself in the middle of the crowd.”

“That’s…exactly what happened.” Sana laughs before continuing. “I was here with my friend and her boyfriend and I thought I had more time to get out but well, the music started out of nowhere and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, again, you did great.”

For a moment they just stare into each other’s eyes, no words are needed. Sana can feel her heart beating fast in her chest. She could blame it on the fact that she was dancing a minute ago but she would only be lying to herself. This guy, whoever he is, has that effect on her.

“So…what about you?” she asks trying to collect herself “You didn’t have any better dance partner?”

“Well, my friend bailed on me so I came alone. But I think I found the best partner I could’ve asked for.” Yousef says and it’s not until he sees her blushing that he fully realizes what he’s said. He should learn to think before talking. He just met this girl and he’s already being awkward around her.

“So…” She starts

“So…”  He repeats. “What are you going to…?”

“Sana!!” a girl voice interrupts Yousef’s question.

Sana turns around and sees Vilde running towards her.

“Finally I found you!” She says as she gets to her friend. “I was looking for you. I lost you after the dance. Elias is here, he’s looking for you.”

“Elias?” Sana asks confused, she has no idea what he’s doing here.

“Yeah, your mom told him you’re here. I don’t know, he’s your b…” Vilde doesn’t finish her sentence, instead she realizes that there’s a stranger standing right in front of them. “Who are you?”

“I’m…” Yousef starts but he’s interrupted by Sana

“He’s my dance partner, since you left me alone and all.”

“Oh…I’m Vilde” she offers her hand to the mysterious boy ignoring Sana’s glare.

“I’m Yousef.” He takes her hand and shakes it but his eyes aren’t on Vilde, they’re on Sana.

Sana nods slightly as if she was trying to say that she’s glad to know his name. Yousef. It really suits him.

“I left Magnus with Elias, we should get going.” Vilde says urging her friend to go.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Sana looks at Yousef a little bit disappointed for having to go so soon, she was kind of hoping she could get to talk more to him. “Thanks again for saving me.”

“My pleasure, Sana.” He says and she loves the way her name sounds coming from him.

Sana nods once more and with a last smile she turns around and leaves with Vilde.

Yousef watches her walking away.

Sana, what a great girl. For a moment there he felt like she could be the girl.

Such a shame she has a boyfriend.

——————x——

So when I read the post I linked in the beginning I couldn’t stop thinking about this idea. I had a lot of trouble writing this so I’m pretty sure it’s not really good..I’m sorry about that. Hope you like it though :)

There will be a second part but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to write it 

Thanks for reading!!♥

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Me Before You: Yousana AU - Chapter 7

Tirsdag, June 08:11

‘You don’t run as you did once, tiger!’ my father made me notice, while he was still running before me: we went jogging to the park as I asked him that afternoon to set his free. He was definetely the fancy man I left in Turkey.

We stopped along the park road, both taking deep breaths. 'This job is taking you away, huh?’

 'Nah. I like it, I like it for real, actually.’

 He raised an eyebrow and smirked. 'It’s that girl? Sana?’

I looked down, replying with a shy smile. 'It’s obvious how much you care for her. But I also noticed how she cares for you, in the littlest and simplest thing. You two are…’

 'Perfect?’ I ended, with a knowing smile.

 'Definetely, you are perfect for each other.’ he replied, placing his arm behind my shoulders.

 ’…I don’t think things will get better, anyways, dad.’

 'What is that face? Where’s my son? That boy who used to smile everytime of his own life and go to his dad, after a day bad of work? Or used to help his mother in the kitchen and singing school’s song? Or brought flowers at home for his parents every afternoon, after school?’

 'It’s that..the only thing that can’t go out of my mind is Sana…dying possibly the next month, week…even tomorrow or today!’ I blurted. 'And everything that we’ve done together will be simply…gone. Meaningless.’

 He shook his head. 'Can you just tell me…what you have done together as far?’

 'Well…’ I couldn’t control my lips from smiling. 'The first time we met…Ouch, it was a mess! She literally scared me! I couldn’t talk to her without doing something embarassing!..But when she asked me to watch a documentary together…’

A documentary? You, watching documentaries, son?’ he chuckled. 'It was cool! It was about cockroaches…and If it wasn’t to Sana, I’d have been 100% ignorant for the rest of my life!…and then she changed totally! I mean, her mood! We started talking about my life…’ 'Stop, stop, stop! You heard it? You said it yourself, she changed! She changed thanks to you! Am I wrong?’ 'If you mean that…she also let me change her look or even going on a date with me…’ I blushed heavily.  ’…you changed her. And she changed you!’ he said as a matter of fact. 'She made you believe in yourself, boy! You’re always been goofy as me. When I was a guy like you, I was a mess in front of your mother!’. 'I never saw you more determined towards your feelings for a girl as you’re now with Sana!’ 'How should I take this, dad?’ I laughed. 'If you really love this girl, you have to start living happily yourself first.’ He patted me on the shoulder and I smiled in return. 'Thank you, dad.’ 'Well. Now-’ he jumped up. 'we have to run 10 km.’ 'What?!’ I stuttered. 'Come on!’

Lørdag, June 24. 19.37

 ‘Yousef, how long are you taking in there?! She is waiting for you!’ Adam shouted, behind the door of Sana’s bathroom.

I opened it and showed up in my pure white shalwar kameez and black trousers.

I promised I would have done anything for that girl, also if it was about her religion and costumes.

'You old dodgy man Yousef, you look cool!’ Adam kept talking, while Mikael and Mutta were checking me out. Mikael winked at me, in approval and Mutta fixed my collar.

Bakkoush garden was pretty decorated, plenty of tables with Moroccan food cooked by Maryam on it.

I could feel the strong smell of meat and herbs even from the bathroom.

There were many guests, I was impressed by Even’s presence there and I was glad seeing him happy, near to his boyfriend, Isak Valtersen, who was Sana’s biology bud. Surprisingly, I also noticed Noora together with Eva, feeding each other with the forks and Noora placing a soft kiss on Eva’s mouth.

The boys seemed reunited with their loved ones as well, as Mutta was playing with Chris’ unicorn ears and making her laugh; Mikael and Adam, glanced at each other several times, hiding their locked hands under the table and chatting with two guys named Jonas and Mahdi; Elias was the only one left without a partner and interrupted for a second Even and Isak cuddling each other, going into the conversation; in the corner of the garden, there were Ahmed and his fiancé, Jamilla, talking with other pretty girls in hijabs. By the way…I didn’t find Sana until my eyes pointed at the middle of the garden.  She looked like the real life princess I saw on the photos. She wore a fucsia hijab, filled with golden little chains and accessories. While standing there like an idiot, she finally turned towards me and welcomed me with one of her killing smile. ‘Yousef!’ She wheeled closer. 'Hi!’ 'I thought you wanted to leave me inside my aunt’s claws!’ I took an inner deep breath, trying hard to act chill. 'No, I would never! Me?’ 'Sana?’ I heard a female voice behind us. We turned together towards the girl.  'Sara…’ Sana started, trying to look less embittered than she could. ’…are you enjoying the party?’ 'Yeah, of course! You look so pretty today, you know? And this food is…amazing!’ she exclaimed, while chewing a piece of meat. 'It’s so good to see you again!’ 'Thank you.’ 'Yousef, Sara Nørstelien.’ she said, looking up at me. That girl was the one who robbed Sana of her boss’ place and I was wondering why she was there. But I knew for certain Sana was too golden hearted, also for inviting her old “enemies” on a party. Sara checked me out, pleased and rushed to shake my hand. 'Sara, the nicest person to meet you! I hope you don’t mind if I say you look very hot!’ I noticed from the corner of my eye, Sana rolling her eyes, and just gave Sara a shy smile. 'Thank…you?’ 'Well…it’s a pleasure to see you.’ she repeated, to Sana. 'And to meet you, Yousef.’ she added, still staring at me with malicious eyes. I did not know how to answer, just kept smiling.

When she went away, both me and Sana bursted out laughing. ‘She’s a nice girl, isn’t she? She fancies you…’ Sana teased me. I shrugged. 'She needs glasses.’ She smiled at me, evilly.  'Don’t do that.’ she mumbled. 'What? It’s you the beautiful one here.’ I said, almost breathless. She blushed heavily and looked down. 'Well, you don’t look so shabby yourself!’ and laughed. Suddenly, loud music - The Next Episode - played around as Elias clicked “shuffle” on his iPod. Not the best to play at an Eid party.  'Elias?!’ Maryam yelled at him, with her hands on her hips. Elias smiled embarrassingly, not managing to grab his iPod properly. 'Sorry! Ah-ha’ he chuckled. Instead, he put 'Lover Where Do You Live’ on. 'There ought to be a law against Elias’ music taste.’ I recognized Ahmed, standing next to me and Sana. 'Yousef, aren’t you?’ 'Yeah.’ I answered, widing my eyes. 'I’m the eldest brother. What makes me morally responsible for these two.’ he sighed, with a smirk.  'Even if you are not presently responsible for us, Ahmed.’ Sana intervened. He ignored her. 'She was our chance, you know. Only a mind like hers. That was worth a damn.’ he whispered. 'She’s not dead…’  'Finally I see you again, Sana!’ Jamilla, one of those girls wearing beige hijabs, came closer to our table, mostly towards Ahmed. 'Thank you so much for coming, Jamilla.’ she answered. 'You already met Yousef Acar?’ 'Yes! I mean, no. Ahmed talked me about him, though. Nice to meet you.’ she said, tending her hand to me. I replied shaking hers. 'Anyway, you’re the real star in here, Sana! And thank you for the..’ Jamilla said, thoughtful. 'Hijab?’ 'Yeah! The hijab! The pink one!’ 'Yeah.’ 'And now, if you don’t mind, me and Ahmed would go talk to Almir and Maryam.’ They left. I frowned at Sana. ’…you didn’t give her an hijab.’ 'I know!’ she blurted out, laughing. I Feel It Coming played again and Sana. noticing my thrilled expression, snorted. 'What?’ she raised an eyebrow. 'I’m just…’ I stood up, starting moving my body as I was going to dance. ’…craving some dance with you, Sana Bakkoush.’ I shrugged, while moon walking towards the middle of the garden. She shook her head and laughed. 'You came here drunk or..?!’ 'C'mon!’ I exclaimed, while wheeling her moving my feet left and right. She gave up. 'Let’s give my aunts something to talk about.’ The strangest couple around were us, a girl on a wheelchair and her caregiver dancing and waving around her.

'You’re the weirdest person I’d have ever know, Yousef Acar.’ she muttered, her eyes following my moves. Then I bent on my knees to end my moves. 'You know, you never would have let that smile so near to me, in another life.’ she mumbled, blushing heavilly. I moved my hair back. 'Well, you never would have been so lucky to look at this smile, in another life.’ 'Of course I would!’ 'You wouldn’t because, in another life-’ I underlined. ’-you’d have been too busy looking at another dude…I don’t know , a basketball player, maybe? The one who can wear a large shirt numbered 30 on the back and be cool anyways. And I would have been over there, just cheering the team. Am I right?’ 'Yup, but…’ I laughed. ’…in my defense…you’re talkin’ Stephen Curry, man.’ 'Yup.’ I repeated. We kept laughing for a while, when she gazed at me, deeply and pressed her lips together. 'Do you know something, Yousef? You are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.’

[I feel it coming, babe (I know what you feel right now)] I was speechless, not because she suddenly became so sweet. I loved it, instead. I had just realized that this love was finally requited.

I loved her and she would have been the woman of my life. Words could not come out from my mouth and my eyes were hidden behind two curls of hair. I looked down and swallowed, while playing with some grass.

‘Sana, I…’

We were interrupted by an announcement. 'It’s time for speech!’ Sana and I turned towards Jonas, standing right in front of the guest, holding a paper in his hands. Everyone were reunited around him, although I was not listening to much to him as he took the floor while I was going to say something important to Sana. However, it was a touching speech.  They were right, by saying Sana was a strong woman, that she didn’t give up and stand alone. Effectively she had the people she cared the most close to her, that day. Seeing her happy made me the happiest person for her. I placed my hands on her shoulder, and when she perceived that, she looked up at me for a second. Then, she paid attention to Jonas again. 'Eid Mubarak, Yousef!’ Noora said, walking towards me. 'Eid Mubarak to you, Noora! What’s up?’ 'Everything’s good. I want you to tell you first about…us-’ she said, looking at Eva among the group. 'If it’s about job turns….you owe me nothing.’ I reassured her, placing my hand on her shoulder. 'You’re cute together, gals.’ 'You think so? Well…we spoke much about it, we had to fix things with our ex boyfriends. Although I always thought that there was the spark between me and Eva, you know?’ I nodded, looking down at Sana. 'Perfectly.’ Noora grinned. 'Well…and how are things going between you and…?’ I scratched the back of my head, embarassed. 'I guess we felt that spark, too. Although the girl doesn’t want to admit that…’

'Believe me, she felt it more than you believe.’

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