Love is...

⚛chapter one⚛

Terry's POV
Do you believe everything happens for a reason? And that life is one big book and everything you do is already written down and nothing you do will ever change what was meant to happen.

Crap.

Ion believe in such. What happens in your life entirely depends on the choices we make and you have the full power to determine what your destiny will be like. In fact I don't believe in luck or that kind of stuff. I think its just something humans made up to justify to themselves to keep believing. People actually are superstitious...like you actually believe if you step on a crack you would break your mother's back or if you flip a coin in a fountain backwards your wish will come true. How in the world is a coin in a freaking fountain going to help you achieve something I mean come on.

I am extra cranky today because I just finished watching a movie and it was full of the "destiny" and "meant to be" crap. Most of my friends and by most I mean only two Meghan and Aaron,don't like watching movies with me because I like to express my views out loud...or as they like to put it "ruin the moments" whatever that means.

So i mostly watch movies and stuff all by myself because I can finally have my freedom of expression with the one person that agrees with me fully. Me.

I close up my laptop and finally get up from the position I was in for the past two hours. My muscles were all tensed up and I stretch my hands and let out a very long dramatic yawn. OK that was a bit unfeminine but I'm just here by myself so no harm done .I straighten out my bed and head straight to the shower. Call me weird but I prefer cold to hot showers. I just love the drunken feeling of cold water dripping down my skin. Its my safe space where I can just relax and find inner peace. OK that was a little dramatic but that's just how it felt.

After showering I took a towel and twirled up my hair drying it. I wore some sweat shirt and pants and finally made my way to my vanity. The big bright mirror in front of me with a circular wooden frame stared at me..I stared back. As I slowly sat my eyes traced to the pictures I had stuck onto the mirror. One was a picture of my mom. I never met her. This was the only picture of her I had. We looked so alike except she was much prettier and more radiant. Her smile was the most striking part of her. It was so genuine and tender and really brought her eyes out.

I took a deep sigh and finally unwrapped my hair and stared at the mess in front of me. My brown curly hair looked like an out of control vacuum cleaner had been placed on it. This was always the hardest part of getting ready. I hated the effort I had to put in making my hair for it to at least look like I wanted to make it. I was so fed up with it I wanted to cut it off clean but Aaron convinced me and said it complimented my brown skin perfectly and I gave in.

After 30 minutes of untangling and straightening my hair I finally decided to wear a hat. I had done most of the side hair but didn't even touch the middle hair. I was running late and I was not about to get fired again. I worked the night shifts at Mr.Kamari's and that man is always in a bad mood...trust me you don't want to get on his bad side.

I took one last glance in the mirror and I looked good..ish. Well minus the hair I looked good. I hurried down the stairs and grabbed my bag. My grandpa was making dinner and he turned to me and smiled," Are you leaving already?"

"Yes Pa i'm running late ." I hurriedly said as I search for my helmet. I don't know why it just disappears when I need it the most.
"You should eat first, you need the extra strength if you are going to be up the whole night."He says as he sets the table.

" I can't Pa ..have you seen my helmet? I can't find it anywhere." I say as I continue looking for my helmet and immediately stop when I see my grandpa holding it "here it is...you always forget where you put it."
I smile in relief as he hands it to me and I quickly made my way to the door."Bye Pa see u in the morning."
I hear him mumble a 'be safe' before closing the door. I wore my helmet as I walked through the front porch and alighted my bicycle riding it in full speed on the side walk. It was just me and him..it has always been me and my grandpa. He is the only family I knew and we always had each other. After my highschool we didn't have enough to send me to College. To top it all of my grandpa was diagnosed with a rare type of arthritis and so couldn't work...I had to take over and find a job. I worked seven days a week at different shops so I could save enough for college and my grandpa's medicine. It was the least I could do for him. He always took care of me even though I'm not his blood. I owe it to him.

I get sick scared sometimes that I might lose him too and if that happens I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it.

Well time for my nightly torture the earlier i'm there the faster I get over with it.

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First chapter out.
Hope u liked it😊