Believing in Fate

Chapter 7

                                                                                      Max

God what the hell have I gotten myself into? I lead the way to my room with Katelyn hot on my heels trying to think of a way to explain what my mother said. Why did she ask her to if she is going to stay over for dinner. Before you going saying something yes what my mother said is true.

I talk about her so what, We've been in the same class since kindergarten. I still cant wrap my head around the idea of her actually talking to me, and all of the things she has done for me today. The only good thing about today is that my brothers are out with my dad.

Opening my bedroom door for her as i let her walk in first. She does the same thing she did in the nursery look at the place like its the coolest thing in the world. I have to say my room is pretty cool, even if i have to share it with my little brother. 

My bed is on top of my walk in closer, spiral stairs led to my desk and bed. She heads straight for my model boats, I nearly screamed when she rehashed over, i though she was going to pick one of them up but she just held up my book on sailing.

"I see." she says, holding the book up in her hands. "You really like boats."

"Heck yes i do." I walk over to her.

"What's this one? It looks like it could be a house." she says pointing to one of my models.

"That because it is. its a Houseboat, I really want one." I answer her. "And this one." i point over to the one on her right. " is a Cabin Cruisers. My dad told me if i get a full ride to collage, get a dredge in something he would get me one. Only he wants me to get an education first."

"What is it you want to do in life anyway?" He question took me off grad. No one outside of my family ever asked me what i wanted to do, so i felt kind of weird, telling her i mean.

"Why do you sit down, its a long list." Walking away from my dresser she walks up my stairs to my bed and desk area still holding on to my book.

"And i though my room was cool." she say. "I so want one of these in my room." she plops in my bed, patting beside her she wants me to sit next to her so i do. "Now start talking?"

"Well what i really want to do is sail around the world, just live at sea. Going were ever i want to go, do what ever i want to do." I tell her. She never removes her eyes off of me, it felt kind of nice, but wired that she just kipped staring at me.

"What is it about the sea that has you so intrigued?" I don't think i have ever been asks this many questions about myself before. No one has ever asked me that either.

"Do you want the truth?" she nods at me excitable. "Well ever since before i can remember i have just felt this pull towards it. I've never understood why but i like it." she give me a weird smile, "What?"

"nothing it's just that. I have never seen you like this before." I don't understand what she's trying to say."When you talk about sailing and seeing the world you eyes light up in away i have never seen before." What the... do i change that much when i talk about it.

"You look like the happiest person alive." she counties. "Its kind of cute." Wait what!

"Did you just call me cute?" What the heck, i'm a guy you know. I wanted to yell that but i decide not to.

"No i'm saying your dream is. I like it. I would love to go sailing but i cant." her face falls as she lays on her back on my bed, her legs still on the floor hanging over the side of my bed.

"why?" 

"Hum? why what?" she asks.

"Why cant you?" I move over so that i can have my feet on the bed, with my back agents my headboard.

"I have things that i have to do. Things that no matter how badly i want to run away from them they just find away to creep back into my life. Reminding me that I don't have a choice of what i do. My life is in the hands of someone else, there's not way around it." Her voice softens as she speaks. "And beside, i cant swim."

"Wait what? How can you not know how to swim?" she rolls onto her side, proping her elbow up and placing her head on her hand.

"Because i just cant, i never really learned how to." closing her eyes, she pulls her legs up to her chest. "There are a lot of things i don't know how to do that i should."

"like what?" Taking a Deep breath she say,

"Facebook." What? the the heck is she talking about. she opens her eyes to see my weirdie expression. "My mom and dad don't think that Facebook is a good thing and so i don't have one."

"Yeah you do, i've seen it." Her head turns to look at me like I'm crazy.

"My brother made it for me. He knew what would happen if i didn't have one."

"So your mom and dad allow him to have a Facebook, but not you." They should like they're crazy.

"They don't think its safe for me to have one, they don't care about my brother and what he does. so long as it does not make fun of the family name we're all good." I was getting ready to ask her something when my mother yelled from down stair tell us that dinner was ready and that my brothers were home. Well dinner is going to be fun.

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Short i know but don't worry i'm not done yet.