small talk

Choice

"Aubrey, you okay?" Dad knocked at my door softly. "Have you made your mind up yet. We need to know, Hun," I looked up from my pillow. "Come in," I told him, the door squeaked open and revealed the tall, slim figure. "I won't be mad, you can always come visit," he smiled and wiped my tear, his hands smelled like floral soap. "Joe and I will be fine," he said. Joe was his boyfriend. . . They met a while ago, before I was born. After my parents divorce, they "fell in love" I never understood completely why my parents fell out of love. But I've learned to accept it. "I'm going to move to California, Dad. I think it'll be better for you two, easier. You know?" He nodded, still smiling. "Okay, I'll call Mom and tell her to clear a room for you. I'll always love you, always." He squeezed my hand emphasizing always.

Today is Friday, of course its raining. Spring in Michigan is always like this. Dad drives me to Detroit to board my plane, Joe squeezed in the back. "You can sit in the front, Joe." I told him before we left. "Oh, it's fine, Dear," he told me.

"I love you so much," he hugged me. Joe handed me my pink suitcases with black polka dots. "Thanks, and I love you too, Dad." I struggled to keep all five bags steady, luckily my plane wasn't due to leave until 20 more minutes.

"Ticket?" The lady said, I handed her the white piece of paper Dad had given me on the way to the airport. She handed it back and opened the gate. "Have a nice flight," I knew she didn't mean that, she was told to. The sound in her voice, mad.

After waiting in a long line for what seemed like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, I was able to board the plane. My one carry on item was a big Nike bag with my laptop, phone, head-phones, empty water bottle and a sweater. I sat in the seat by the window, because my row was empty. I sat my bag on the seat next to me and stared out the window.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A tall boy with gorgeous brown hair spiked up softly and deep chocolate brown eyes said. "Uh- n- no. Sorry," I quickly took my bag out of the chair and smiled. I probably looked like trash from dragging my 70 pounds of stuff around, but he didn't seem to care.

"What's your name?" I looked at him, "I'm Aubrey, you?" "You don't know who I am?" I was confused. "Should I?" He shook his head, "I'm Sammy Wilk. Magcon.." "Sammy Wilk!" He opened his eyes, happily. "Doesn't ring a bell. If you're so famous why're you in Michigan?" I said with an unplanned attitude. "Well Ms. Queen Aubrey, I'm here visiting family. Why're you heading to Cali?" "For your information, I'm going to live with my mom, Rich Boy." "How do you know I'm rich?" I scanned his body, "Vans, Vans, Vans. And you live in California." He laughed. "Well you must be rich too, now you're living in Cali," I nodded, annoyed and looked over to the window. A weird feeling struck my stomach. And I looked over at Sam, he was staring at me. "What?" "You're beautiful," he smiled. "Okay, look. I'm not a fan. So, you don't have to act like a prince. Act like yourself, please." I begged. "Okay, fine. You're hot," I gave him a glare, "I'm kidding,"