Cross Roads

I felt like I had hit a cross road today with all that has happened, finding my Cinderella, talking with her at my house, and now I'm driving her back to her car because I have to work for my dad. I hated the sound of that, it's like I'm already failing to prove to her I'm who I say I am. This drive back to the school was dragging on. I kept wondering what she was thinking about, neither one of us had much to say, if it were me I would be upset that someone ended a conversation that was getting better by the second, just because I had to go to work. "Sam, are you OK? Your not talking much and looks like you have something to say."

"No, I just wish things didn't keep coming up when were about to make progress." I couldn't blame her for what she said. It was the answer I expected, it's like she was reading my mind. I brought my focus back on the road not knowing how to reply. She had the look of disappointment on her face, again just as I had feared. Finally, after she had waited for a response for a few minutes I finally made a choice. I pulled my car over to the side and stopped. "Austin, what are you doing?" A little freaked out. Sitting at the cross roads of my life, one way going down my dad's path and the other my own path, it's time to start going down my road for once and see how it pans out.

"Something I should've done a long time ago. Starting right now I'm going to do things may way." Looking her in the eyes. "Now, where do you want to go?" Grinning back at her. She didn't seem to know what to say back to me, her mouth was wide open.

"Um...i don't know, how about a walk in the park?" Looking out the window there was a park right where I pulled over, it's as if the park was meant to pull over at that moment. She giggled.

"Sure, lets go for a walk then." Shutting down my car and getting out, Sam, greeting me on the other side. It's like were getting a 2nd shot at ten questions but without the questions. This time is about getting to know her not trying to find out who she is. We started walking on this path and surprisingly she was first to break the silence.

"So, what makes you want to become a writer? We never really discussed that online." Smiling back at me

"Well, I guess it started when my dad decided that he was going to plan my life for me." Taking a deep breath. "When I was nine he told me that we were going to work on a plan for me to go play USC football just like him. Which I hated, because it was against my will." While telling her the story I had a few flash backs of when all the early morning throwing sessions and coaches he hired to help me with throwing motion. "One night, I was in my room trying to find a way to get out of the plan, and saw an author on TV talking about how he was inspired to become a writer. He started off his story of when he was young having trouble dealing with his problems. He said, he didn't know why but he started writing down his problems and afterwords he felt like his problems were gone even if for the few hours."

"Who was the author?" Sam asked with interest.

"I'm not sure, but after watching that I thought it would be a good idea to write down my thoughts." Getting more excited since I had never told anyone this before. "And my thoughts turned into stories and stories turned into poetry. From the day forward there wasn't a day I didn't read or write something."

"That's amazing, Austin, isn't funny how we could get attached to something like that out of no where?"

"Absolutely. Writing was my way to escape from my pretend world that was force on me." Looking away for a second, I noticed something that resembled the alter we danced in the night before. "Hey, Sam ,you want to give our dance another shot?" Her eyes grew bigger instantly. Looking over at the park where the lights were.

"Yeah, maybe this time we can end the night properly." Smiling and then letting out a small giggle. I reached over and grabbed her hand and we both paused for a second looking deeper into each others eyes, at that moment nothing else mattered but each other. We proceeded onto the alter. "This time there isn't going to be music." She laughed.

"Don't worry about that, Sam, that music is engraved in my mind." She placed her arms around me and we started dancing. "So, what do you want to major in? I told you my motivation, now it's your turn."

"Well, I haven't really thought about what I wanted to do, but since my dad died I felt like something was missing in my life."

"What do you think your missing?"

"My step mom has always treated me with disrespect, I suppose I'm looking for that someone to finally give me the respect and love my dad gave me." Austin smiled. "Last night at the dance it felt like old times."

"Your dad sounds like he was a great guy." I sighed. " I wish I could've of met him."

"I know, so do I. You remind me of him a lot. When we would chat online, my problems with my step mom and people picking on me at school would just disappear."

"You made me feel like being myself was a good thing, rather then my "pretend" self." She smiled back at me and we went silent for a few moments. Then out of no where she said.

"You know, I haven't ever had a real kiss yet...and we ended the dance prematurely." Hinting that she wants to kiss.

"Oh really?" With a smirk on his face. "Well, maybe we could make up for it tonight then?" She let out a small laugh and then looked a little nervous as I moved in to kiss her, but the closer I got to her the less afraid she was. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, our lips touched and we began to kiss. I'm kissing my Cinderella! It's about time, things were so crazy today, it was like a marathon that would never end. We leaned back after kissing for a few minutes and just couldn't do anything but stare into each others eyes in disbelief. We had gone from online pen pals to kissing on the stars, amazing. So far, I feel like I choose the right road so far.