Finding You

"Nick what are you doing?" I ask him as I walk into his room and lounge on his bed.
"Nothing, Rae," Nick sighs before he closes the journal he was writing in and turns in his desk chair to face me.
"That didn't look like nothing to me," I pry a little more, trying to get a better response out of him.
Nick leans back into his desk before resting his head in his palm, "Have you ever thought that there's more to our lives than this?"
"What are you talking about?" I furrow my brows, hoping he will elaborate.
"I'm talking about this," he says as he motions to his room, "I'm talking about you and me and our lives in Rehoboth."
"Okay," I look at him somewhat skeptically. Has he lost his mind?
"Maybe you'll get it in a few years," he says while he stands up and walks towards me before staring me deep in the eyes, "People always tell others what to do and who to be, but what if I don't want that? What if I want something else?"
"Then do what you want," I shrug. What in the world has brought this on?
"It's easier said than done," he continues to look at me, "I need to find myself before others find it for me."