How Does Love Feel?

Chapter 15:

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(Jay's POV) A few hours later, our high started to ware off. I laid there on the couch with Sysy on top of me sleeping. I gently stroked her curly frizzy brown hair. She seriously needs to do something with this. But I ain't complaining.

She started stirring in her sleep a little. "Yes, wake up, wake up!" I said in my head. Not even 10 seconds later, Ty entered the house. "Oh shit. Go to sleep, go to sleep!" I thought in my head again.

As if she read my mind and did the total opposite, she decided to wake up. Then Ty came upon us in the living room.

Sysy: Oh, hey. Since when you came? (She asked, sitting up from me, rubbing her eyes.)

Ty: I just did like 2 minutes ago. Wassup nigga?

Me: (Daps him up) No new shit here. (Stretches)

Ty: Apparently. Why does it smell like weed? (He asks while walking into the kitchen.)

Me and Symone looked at each other with wide eyes.

Sysy: (Whispers) Oh my gosh, I thought the smell was gone. How can he still smell it?

Me: (Whispers) Cause that was some strong shit. (Chuckles)

Sysy: (Punches his arm) (Whisper-Yells) This is not the laughing matter! You got me in and you're gonna get me out!

Before I could respond, Ty came back with a turkey and cheese sandwich.

Ty: (Bites into it) Get you out of what?

Sysy: Uhh... (Looks at Jay who's

already staring back at her)...

Ty: You don't have to tell me Sysy.

Sysy: Oh, okay. It was nothing...serious.

Ty: Okay? Back to the weed smell. I know you wasn't in here getting high cause you already know what I'll do-

Sysy: -I wasn't smoking. Me? Psh!

Ty: Well I know for a fact our air conditioning doesn't blow the smell of marijuana. (Raises eyebrow and Crosses arms)

I knew that Sysy would give up and admit that she was smoking any minute. That's how she is. When she can't find a perfect lie, she'll think "What's the point?".

Me: It was me. I was with a couple of my boys back from Miami, they wanted to light somethin' up with me considering we haven't in years. My bad if the smell still on my clothes.

Smooth.

Ty: Oh okay. And you good bruh. I just don't need lil sis doing stuff like that, feel me?

Me: Aye, if I had a sister, I would feel the same way. I don't blame you.

Ty: Yeah. I'm up here. (Jogs up the stairs)

I looked back at Sysy who inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, with her face buried in her hands. I gently took her hands off her face and titled her chin so she that can face me. I noticed her eyes a bit teary but none came falling.

Me: (Concerned) What's wrong babe?

Sysy: I-I feel bad bout lying to Ty like that. (Sniffs) We tell each other everything.

Me: Don't stress over that. It's not like you shot somebody, just chill.

I seen that she smiled a little. I took the chance and reached over to wiped the tears that remained in her eyes with my thumb. I pulled her in my arms, laying her head on my chest, caressing her back.

Me: (Whispers) You know I hate to see you cry. Why would you even try?

Sysy: Keep Calm. It's not like I'm rolling on the floor crying dramatically. (Giggles)

Me: (Chuckles) Still. If their not happy or laughing tears, I don't wanna see them. Understood?

Sysy: Yes, Master.

Me: No. It's Daddy. (Smirks)

Sysy: In your dreams, dude.

Me: You're such a blonde.

Sysy: Who's complaining though? I ain't hearing no noise.

Me: Keep calm, Thugnificiant. (Authors Note: I got that name from Boondocks. Lmao)

Sysy: (Laughs) Thugs can't stay calm. They gotta hustle and grind.

Me: I'm positive they don't cry neither. (Smirks)

Sysy: (Gasps) Jerk.

Me: You love me though.

Sysy: I do? Since when?

Me: Don't play now Sysy! Thugs are real niggas too.

Sysy: (Playfully rolls eyes) Yeah, Yeah. I love ya. (Smiles)