I'm pretty sure I slept most of the plane ride but when we got there I was wide awake and crazy nervous. What if he wasn't there? What if he's dead like Mom? I just try to not to think about it. Later after we get through baggage claim it's 6:30 pm and Ethan and I are starving. We go to some little cafe in the airport and then we head off to find a hotel, since finding dad will be a mission for tomorrow. It's about 8:30 pm and we finally are settled in a super expensive hotel room. Ethan just lied on one of the beds while I lied on the other. Ethan then rolled on his side and looked at me, "You doing OK? Taylor, are you OK with us being in the same room?" I hadn't really thought about that 'till now.
" Well 'brother', you know we can't afford another room so we are going to have just be in the same room. How bad could it possibly be? We are friends so it wouldn't effect anything. Would it? "Hey Ethan, did you know both of your parents? I mean......." I probably should have asked a different question, I just couldn't stop thinking about my dad.
" Yes, I knew both of my parents. They were both there for me as long as they could be. But when Mom died, Dad was never himself. He always had something else to do rather than hang out with me, they were soul mates so it was really hard for him. I probably shouldn't be talking about this, sorry that I made you cry." Ethan turned onto his back and stared at the roof. I had no idea that his little story about his parents even made me cry until he said something. It just doesn't even seem real, I'm so different from the city girl that Mom raised me as. Before I wouldn't even cry in front of Mom and now I'm crying in front of a guy that I've known for a little over 24 hours. And I rode a horse with him, flew on a plane for free with him, and now I'm sleeping in the same room as him.
"Ethan, I'm sorry that I cried in front of you. It's just that I had no idea that love like that could be possible. My mom never had that with my dad, at least as far as I know. What do you think my dad will think of me? You know, when I tell him that I'm his daughter?" I really hope that Ethan never has to leave my side, I need a friend.
" Well," he sighs," I would hope that he would be so proud to have a wonderful and beautiful daughter like you." After that we only talk for a little while until I fall asleep.
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The Tree That Stood Alone
Teen FictionA 17 year old girl named Taylor Shaw is grieving over the death of her mother and now she has to go live with her Aunt Rose who she has never met. Taylor hates her new life and her "Aunt Rose". This a story of finding a new road when it seems as if...
