Freshman year. I could taste it. New teachers, new and old friends and BOYS. That is what I was most looking forward too. I used to be disgusted by girls who practically threw themselves at guys or who talked about them all the time. But now, I can't blame them. AT ALL. You would think growing up with the same guy would be cool…and it is…Sometimes. You see, it's cool at first, but after so many years of the same guy with the same girls it gets tiresome. Of course feelings grow over time, some that were always there and some that never appeared until the last minute.

That's what I had. But it was more than a feeling…it was a need. You see, once you know your so close, but it still seems so far away these feelings, I guess you could say, start to grow. More and more, stronger each day. This need to love. This need to BE loved. But, like I said before, being stuck with the same guy for most of your life doesn't really satisfy that need…Well..At least you wouldn't think.

I had him. I had it. I had that feeling. I didn't think I would, but feelings change and of course the people do too. It was great. After weeks of saying "it's me…well maybe not" I found out it was. But sadly, feelings change again and the person you expected to be the one, wasn't.

At fourteen you think EVERYONE is the one. But I had a strong feeling…Best friends for years, feelings changing, looks changing. It seemed to all fit into place. But the fates had a different idea. It was totally like in those movies about love, the jerk leaves and runs off with your best friend. Was that in a movie? Eh, it should. Anyways, you'd think that this would totally break someone's heart, but it honestly made me so happy. I had been there and now I was done. I experienced it. But I started realizing that this was not the end, just the beginning. I had experience now. I had the looks. I just needed to go out and use it. I know this probably sounds like one of those really bad commercials for weight loss or something like that…but hey! You can't blame me for trying.

I remember one day, I was at a very fancy shmancy restaurant for my friend's birthday. We all had a table to ourselves, we all looked nice and well, lets just say that waiters there weren't that old. I had my eye on one particular one though. He had dark blonde hair and the most beautiful dark eyes I had ever seen. Usually I'm not a sucker for this kind of guy, but man he was gorgeous. Usually guys are cute or hot but he wasn't. He was gorgeous.

We sat down at the table when he walked by. At that moment he stopped right in front. "God he's cute," whispered my friend I just nodded and smiled... "Move over" I heard someone say.. I wasn't exactly the most aware at that moment. The same voice kept repeating again. Until I finally got that my friend wanted me to move over. I felt like an idiot. I scooted over and started getting up when right then am there he reached out his hand to help me up. My heart skipped a beat as I took his hand and r helped me up "how can I feel so strongly about someone when I just now saw them?" I thought...but I wasn't listening to my head...I didn't care.

Just then I asked without thinking "could you show me where the restroom is?" I would expect him to just point me in that direction but all he said was

"Sure follow me" he actually walked me over as we were walking I was thinking in my head how old he must've been all I could come up with was 16. Which isn't bad when you think of it. right? I mean Hugh Hefner is 80 and he has 20-year-old girlfriends.. Anyways back to my story...

As we were walking he asked, "So how old are you?" I replied with one simple word. "Fourteen" I said. Ooo "bad move" I thought in my mind I was already punishing myself until he said "cool I'm 16." YES I thought.

"Here we are!"

"Thanks" I said

"No problem..Hey I have a question."

"Yea?"

"What's your name?"

"Christina."

"Christina.. Okay in Jason. Nice to meet you Christina"

There it was again. He held out his hand once again.

"Nice to meet you."

We shook hands but I guess both of us forgot after a while because neither of us let go. We just stood there. Silenced. But smiling.

Unfortunately, this silence was broken by the sound of a toilet flush. "Oh wonderful." I thought the fates have struck again. We let go and I went into the bathroom. As soon as that door shut I just closed my eyes and stood there. Had I actually just had a moment with a guy I just met? Well all I knew was, this was something that didn't just happen this was real.

I've never really believed in that fairytale kind of stuff. I mean if prince charming was really that great then why would he be so down to earth. And what's up with that slipper? Wouldn't your weight shatter it? Oh well, I guess I was never the kind for fictional stuff like that. But from what I experience that night, I started to believe. As cheesy as that might sound, I believed that in the first 10 minutes of that night I found my prince charming.