Shooting for the goal

My prince charming

I wake to a tapping sound. I keep hearing it. I get up and walk to my window and open it, a rock hits my forehead.

"Ah! What the-" I say touching my forehead.

"Dusty!" I look down to see Jorge.

"Go away!" I say as I begin to shut the window.

"No wait!"

"Why?"

"Give me 5 minutes and if you don't like what I have to say I'll leave," I stare at him for a little bit, his deep eyes finally get to me. I roll my eyes, "Fine! Make it fast!" I walk away from the window and sit on my bed. Soon Jorge is sliding through my window feet first.

"Hey," he says still standing in the place he landed. At that moment I realized my makeup was smeared and I hadn't changed my clothes. I look at the clock, 11:12 at night. I look back at Jorge.

"What is so important that you need to crawl through my window at 11 at night?" I say impatient.

"Well I can tell you've been crying, I know you're upset. You stopped answering your phone. You weren't on Facebook. I've been chucking rocks at your window for like 20 minutes. Dusty... I want to be your knight in shining armor. But I know you don't want that. I'll wait for you but, if you want me to go... I will... It's up to you though. I'm not gonna try to force my way into your life. If you want me to be there. I will be..." I sit there stunned and speechless, he smirks. "I'll always be there." Slowly he crawls back out the window, and leaves me there speechless.