Sudden Lovers

So this is the first story I’ve written on here but I’ve read a lot on here and I think I got the jist of how it works. Any feedback I get is appreciated, as long as its not any hate just because you feel like it. So here you go with Sudden Lovers. Enjoy.
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My name is Christian and I’m 17. Living in the hood in the Northeast taught me more than any teenager should have to go through. My dad ran out on me and my mom when I was 5 years old, while she was pregnant with my younger brother. Just before I turned 14 my mom died in a car crash, leaving me to take care of my brother, John.

I had to get a job a few months later just to take care of me and Lil Johnny (what everyone calls him). Luckily I started my freshman year and met my best friend Nalani, but everyone calls her Nani. She introduced me to her dad, who immediately offered me a job at his pizza place down the block from my house, since he saw me there almost all the time.

I kept my job at Nani’s dad’s place, Pompeii, for the three years leading up to my senior year. We were in the same classes for those three years, and her and her parents would check up on me almost every day, just to be sure Lil Johnny and I were alright. Nani and I did almost everything together. Neither of us had started dating anyone, until she got a boyfriend towards the end of our junior year. Before that we went to homecoming together, so we didn’t look stupid, and people always mistook us for a couple. We protected each other when we thought something was up with anything that was happening with the other. Our senior year started and everything was fine for the first month and a half. Nani and her boyfriend were doing good and coming up on their 6-month anniversary, but I was still looking.

Anyway, on to my story. My alarm blared on a Monday morning, blasting Waiting for The End by Linkin Park, my favorite band. Instead of smashing my phone like I usually do I actually got up and jumped in the shower, blasting Linkin Park, Eminem, and Metallica the whole time. I hopped out of the shower, threw a towel around my waist, and looked in the mirror. I guess I could be considered hot. I had a slightly-cut 8-pack, my biceps and triceps were pretty big for a soccer goalkeeper/track runner (though the football players were definitely bigger) and I was still working on my chest. My shaggy brown hair fell just about a half-an-inch above my eyebrows, my gray eyes scanning my features.

Stopping my self-admiration, I stepped back into my room and threw on the gay ass uniform that they made us wear at school. If you have ever seen what Nick Carraway wears in the newest The Great Gatsby movie, then it is pretty much like that, just a cardigan instead of a jacket and with the colors black and gold (you thought I was making a Wiz Khalifa reference, didn’t you?). I put on my glasses, threw my bag over my shoulder and walked into the kitchen, where my brother was eating a bowl of cereal, wearing just his jeans. I give the kid credit; he was pretty build for a god damn 12 year old. I guess we took after out deadbeat dad.

“You better get to school, Lil Johnny. Otherwise I’ll have to beat ya” I said to him, ruffling his brown hair. He just laughed, almost choking on his food.

“Listen, CJ, soon imma be big enough to beat you up” he shot back, standing up and trying to flex. I just quickly flexed, then lunged and put him in a loose headlock. He squealed and slipped out of it, trying to twist my arm behind my back. I decided to humor him and “fell” to my knees, feigning pain.

“Ow it hurts! I give!” I sarcastically groaned. Lil Johnny chuckled and released me, hugging my waist when I stood up. “Thanks for taking care of me, big bro. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He murmured. I hugged him back, then playfully shoved him. “Alright kiddo, I gotta get to school. Ill see you after work, alright?” I told him, grabbed a bagel and my keys, then went outside, tried not to fall into the inch of snow that fell during the night, hopped in my ’69 (shut up) Charger, and started it up.

So off to school I went, just barely avoiding the heavy traffic on the boulevard. I was surprised when I got to school because normally it was tough to find a spot, but that day it was almost empty, save for the piles of snow on the edges of the lot.