What Is Love?

Love. It’s such a dangerous thing. It can make you feel like you're on cloud nine one minute and like you’re falling through the depths of hell the next. It’s like a roller coaster. So many twists and turns with two possible outcomes at the end. You could love every bit of the action from the loopty-loop to the death drop, or you could come off hating it, scarred for life. And love doesn’t just limit itself to the one person who you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your soulmate. No. It spreads everywhere. To your family and friends. To people you have soon yet to make friends with. It’s universal. At some point, everyone wants love. Everyone wants to feel that perfect high of emotions that makes your body float. Well let me tell you. I don’t believe in any of this b*llsh*t. I think love is just a fancy way of saying that your brain has a phermonal reaction to this person. That love is your brain playing one big, blissful trick on you, just for you to be broken in the end. Maybe I’m wrong, or maybe I’m the smartest person alive. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.

“Stormi! Get up if you want a ride!” Jalen screamed from outside my room. I groaned, not wanting to get up from my comfortable bed, to get ready for school. I ripped the covers off my body, with my eyes still closed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, getting out all the sleep and crust. I looked at my clock and saw the time read 7:00. I was so late. Why didn’t my alarm go off? Oh well. I picked up my phone and saw no texts, per usual. I got up and went to my closet. I wanted to wear sweats, but I promised Jaylah I would try to dress a little bit nicer. So I went with black sweatpants and a burgundy corset top, with my black Converse. I grabbed my phone and went into the bathroom. I put on my shower playlist and got in. I have a playlist for everything. Music is how I survive and navigate through this world. If I didn’t have it, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I was singing to my favorite song, when I heard the bathroom door open. I poked my head out the shower and saw Darius usin