Love- Is Not A Game.....Don't Play With My Heart

Chapter 1

It was the day when all I wanted was peace and quiet....little did I know that the next couple of weeks were going to be anything but quiet. Everything started as a friendly conversation....and it just continued from there.

Thursday. I was so tired. Staying up all night the night before and all day, took a lot out of me. A teenage girl with no sleep and an addiction to Facebook and Meet Me....is not a pretty sight. My staying up all night should never had happened. Especially after what had happened that night. My roommate was talking a mile a minute ever since 9:30am the previous morning.

I had finally had it with her constant talking and yelled, "SHUT UP!"

She looked hurt at first then offended but I didn't really give a crap at that moment.

"I was just excited that's all," she said with a sad voice.

My foster sister, Porsha, said, "Jamie, shut up and leave Snow alone. She is obviously tired, but you need to shut up anyway you been talking all day, not that the fact that Snow is tired is any less important."

"Thanks, Porshe. Jamie, please. I have been tryna sleep all day but you been talking which has kept me awake," I said.

Finally, I can sleep, I thought. But then I remembered I had to check Facebook. On Facebook, I had 7 messages, 2 notifications, and 3 friend requests. I checked all the messages, notifications, and accepted all the friend requests. Then Porsha wanted to check her Facebook because there was a boy named CJ Mob that was talking to her on Meet Me and Facebook. I was so sick of all of her friends coming before my family. So on my way out of the room she got a video call from the CJ Mob and I said, where I knew he could hear me, "I am almost positive that I have better things to do than that boy watching you strip all the time, Porsha. So his stupid butt can hold his freaking horses."

He heard me. "Who was that? She better not have been talking to me."

Porsha sighed,"That was my sister, Snowflake. And ya she was talkin' to you, CJ."

"Lemme see Snowflake," CJ replied.

Porsha turned the camera where he could see my face.

The guy on the screen was ok looking not hot but not ugly. He had dirty blondish hair. His eyes were pretty. And he wore no shirt showing off the 6 pack he had. He had a mustache of sorts. I was kind of surprised by how he looked I expected and uglier look because of his voice and the knowledge of knowing he was a white boy trying to sound black.

Chapter 2

CJ Mob sparked my interest. For what reason, I have no clue. He just seemed to be the one person in the room that I couldn't stop staring at.

"Hey Snowflake. I'm CJ. How you doin?"

"Ummmm....." I was stuttering. I never stuttered.

For the next couple of hours, it became a conversation that neither myself nor CJ wanted Porsha and Jamie to be apart of. Talking to him was like talking to an old friend. It was easy. Simple. Nice.

I felt like I had known him my whole life. I laughed easily with him, smiled with dignity, and blushed with grace.

He was no longer nothing to me, he was everything. My heart, my soul, my mind, and my breath.

I spent 5 hours just talking to him. It was the best time spent. I loved him I don't know how I fell for him so quickly but I did.

He became my all. After I got off with him, I was inspired by the day I just had. And I wrote a song bout it. The one song became many songs. And those songs became a poem, the one poem became many poems. It just kept continuing into more and more inspiration. Then I became tired. I fell asleep. I dreamt of him.