Crossroads (A Collection of Short Stories)

I was confused.

I didn't know who to choose.

I was left on a crossroads.

You see, I'm not what you can call normal. I'm unique. In what way you ask? Well, I can levitate. I can make things levitate too. My parents accept what I am but they are both busy people so I'm all alone now.

But wait! I still have Bryson and Rowe. They're my friends.

Rowe has certain talents just like me but instead of levitation he can turn invisible. Unlike Rowe and I, Bryson is just.....

Normal. Ordinary. Plain.

"Bryson, I'm not like you. I'm not normal." I remember saying to him.

He nodded.

"I know. You're special." Then he took my hand. "You're special to me."

I slowly shook my head.

"That's not what I meant. I have powers, Bry."

He looked at me with confused eyes.

"What do you mean?"

I showed him what I could do with my powers and when I was done Bryson put his arms around me.

"When did you learn to do that?"

I shrugged then chuckled softly.

"So.... You're okay with what I am?"

"How could I not be okay? You're great!"

I sighed feeling relieved. I then looked at Bryson and saw that he was staring at his watch. After a few seconds he stopped looking at it. 

"Esmy, I have to go now dad said we were gonna meet for dinner."

"Oh.... Well, take care!"

"I will. Bye!"

He headed for the door then closed it softly behind him. I was now alone in the room. Or so I thought.

"That went well didn't it?"

I nearly jumped when I heard a voice.

Rowe.

I turned around and saw him materializing.

"That's kinda rude you know, eavesdropping on other people like that."

He shrugged.

"Good thing you already told him."

"Yeah. It was about time he knew."

Rowe sighed while running his hand through his curly brown hair.

"What's the matter?" I asked. He wasn't his usual cheerful and cheeky self.

"Honest answer or selfish answer?"

"Umm... Honest answer."

Rowe looked straight into my eyes.

"Bryson accepted what you are quickly. He's a good friend."

Then he looked away. I grabbed his hand which made him look at me.

"What's the selfish one?"

He removed his hand from mine and placed it on my cheek.

"Bryson might accept what you are, but in the end he will never understand you like I do."

After saying that he left. He didn't even say goodbye.

I'm confused.

I don't know who to choose.

I am left on a crossroads.