How Does Love Feel?

Chapter 1:

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Gooood Morning Everybody! Happy Friday! You're now listening to 95.3 ..."

( Symone's P.O.V. ) Groaning, I angrily pounded my hand searching for the snooze button. I finally pressed it, and picked my head up glancing at the clock. 6:30 a.m. The Hell? I don't believe in mornings. I got my lazy ass up and slowly walked out my room into the hallway towards the bathroom. Twisting the knob, it was locked. Knowing it was my older brother. I knocked on the door, thinking he would open the door. I knocked again. No answer. Again. No answer. Then I just got irritated.

"Tyrique!!", I yelled.

He opened the door with a smirk across his face.

"Yes, sister?", he asked, innocently.

"Move."

"What's the magic word?"

"Can you please move?", I asked through gritted teeth.

"Now was that so hard?"

I pushed him out the way and walked into the bathroom living the door behind me.

"Sike!", I yelled through the door.

"Iight. Remember that.", he said while I heard him walking away.

I smirked and began my morning routine: Brush my teeth, apply acne cleanser ( I have to have my face clear ), and take a shower.

20 minutes later, I wrapped my towel around me and walked to my room. Looking through my closet, I picked out my outfit for today. Last day of school? Damn skippy! I applied my lotion and started getting dressed: Red tank top, black cut off shorts, black and red Airmax 95's, red varsity jacket, Miami heat snapback, and to finish it off, clear lip gloss. My hair? All natural. Makeup? None needed. Accessories? Gold chain that says "Sysy" ( Cece ). Done! I grabbed my phone off the charger and walked downstairs, where Tyrique was eating.

"It smells good.", I said, complimenting the scent of breakfast.

"I made breakfast.", Tyrique said, with his mouth full of food.

"Now I know you lieing. We ALL know you can't cook. Like, How can you not boil water?" I said, remembering the time he left water boiling too long on the stove, which evaporated. I bust out laughing.

"Haha.", he said, with sarcasm in his voice. "That was one time. Plus, I got distracted."

"Only you." I fixed myself the breakfast my mom made before going to work with daddy. Eggs, bacon, and toast, with a side of orange juice.

We talked about our Summer plans and joked around. Ty is older than me. He's 17 and I'm 16. He's kind of overprotective if you ask me. But it's all good. Sometimes.

We walked to his car and drove to Evans High School. We reached our destination and walked inside.