lemon squeezy....(girlxgirl)

Chapter One xx

"Imani!"

I groaned and rolled over. 'Shut Up. Shut Up Please.

"Imani!" In hopes to make that stupid whiny voice stop ringing in my ears, I answered as nicely as I could.

"Whaaaat?!?" Shshsh...I didn't finish. As nicely as I could...three hours before I was to wake up. I need my sleep or else Imanabitch was coming out.

"Someone is here to see you!"

Who the fuck is here to see me at 4 in the morning?

I groaned once more and rolled my body out of my bed.

Landing on the floor with a thump, I waited for my body to realize what it had to do to get out of it current predicament.

Finally on my own two feet, I zombied my behind to my door. Before I open the door, I glanced in the mirror to check for drool or eye boogers.

"Imani!" My sister called one last time. Now that I was somewhat awake, I noticed she sounded a little scared.

I smiled as I realized I knew who it was.

I opened the door and shouted "I shoulda known it'd be you!"

Even though I was on the second floor, I could hear him chuckle. "What? Are you not excited to see me?"

By this time I had already descended the stairs and was in the kitchen.

No I wasn't running.

Just in case you were wondering.

First I saw my older sister who I was living with until Mom came back from Haiti, with a hot chocolate in her hand and eying the broom next to her. I chuckled at my sister obvious nervousness to Ryan.

Then I focused my attention to Ryan's purple Holister hoodie covered back. "I think I could have waited a few more hours."

He let out a loud guffaw. Ryan turned around, grinned widely and walked up to me. "Hey," he smirked.

Ryan was my best friend. My gorgeous amazing hysterical best friend. Recently, I had a change of heart. I stopped trying so hard to impress people that didn't care about me. Slowly, my best friends drained to their relevance to acquaintance status. Gradually, I stopped wearing fancy clothes. I drove myself into a content solitude. I would have been continue my high school years as a loner had it not been for my sister forcing me into a dress, practically dragging me to the doors of a dance and meeting Ryan. Right off the bat I could tell he was already a better friend than my old ones. Com-Freaking-Bined.

Things like whenever I was down, really down, he could instantly tell. Whether it was over text or in person. I could not fake happiness when he was around. "Dat happiness has gotta be legit," he told me once. He knew me so gawddamn well, it was kind of scary.

Or how he never turns down a chance to hang out with me, something I wasn't used to before. That was certainly new to me.

I smile up at his 6' 2 " frame. "Hey," I echoed. We stood there smiling like idiots until my sister's yawn disturbed the peace.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Don't get pregnant while I am sleeping," she called over her shoulder. "I want a niece or nephew, just not yet.

"I can make no promises!" I didn't say that. Ryan did. Only Ryan would say that.

"Eww!"

I punch him in the arm as I watch my sister disappear up the stairs.

"Ow!" he whined.