The three siblings' story

Dating Start! And End...?

Melissa's POV:
Sunday had arrived. I decided to look semi nice. I went to the bathroom and brushing my hair. It was just below my shoulders and the ends were dyed blue now. I bleached it the night before and dyed it. I loved my hair. I put on a light grey tank top, ripped skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket. I went to the bathroom and sat in the sink to do my makeup. I was close to the mirror. I applied some gold eyeshadow and did some eyeliner. I decided to do some wings. They weren't that great. They were asymmetrical but I didn't care. I put mascara on and was done. I put some socks and my black Vans on, and told my sister I was ready to go.

We rode in the car for about 15 minutes. I was there before him. Punctual as always. I smirked to myself prideful that I was a little early. I sat down and waited on Tyler who was in 5 minutes later.

"Heyyyy Princess." He hugged me.

"Princess?" I copied. I wasn't used to cute nicknames. "I love it, babe."

We went to the front counter and ordered our boba. A couple minutes later, we were sitting down drinking it.

We laughed and joked around the entire time and had fun.

++++a few months later. November 14th, 2019++++

It was a couple days after Tyler's birthday and I had a hoodie and his favorite candy ready for him. I received a text from Tyler. "Erika, I have something to tell you after school."

I started having an anxiety attack and asked to leave the room. I sat in the bathroom floor for a moment before punching the brick wall. I left the bathroom after 15 minutes. The end of the school day came around and I met up with Tyler before getting on the busses. I handed the hoodie and candy to him.

"We have to break up. I'm moving to North Carolina." He explained to me, obviously struggling to keep a straight face. In that moment I didn't notice.

A kid named Mikey who teased us every day normally asked "making out in the corner again?"

I yelled at him to "fuck off." He said it two other times and by the third time, I blacked out, screamed "FUCK OFF!" And slapped him on the face. Mr. Jones was standing there. He told us to get to our bussed. I spent the entire bus ride ignoring my friends, clutching Tyler's hoodie, and crying.

The next day, I walked past Tyler handing his hoodie to him.

(This part was pretty short. I'm sorry about that!)