UST: May 3rd, 3569 6:48 PM

Dear Journal. Going into my summer vacation I really don’t have much to look forward to. Pa has set me up with a job in his factory. He tells me I’m going to be calibrating spatial dampeners in his new craft for the entire time I am home. Honestly, a noose around my neck sounds more enticing.

The problem with that plan is if I were to die I wouldn’t be able to talk to my girlfriend Maggie Malone. Yeah that’s right, it took me 3 semesters but I Curtis Wright have a girlfriend. What a lady she is! Her long red just flows in the wind at even the slightest of breeze. Her eyes shining like glistening emeralds. Oh I can still see them in my head. Stare at me intently, wondering how a Hydrogen miners daughter could have ended up with the heir to Wright Aerospace.

What’s funny is I often ponder the same thing about her. Most woman are initially attracted to my money. Once they find I won’t have access to till my 25th birthday the sparkling personality that I used to put zero effort in developing quickly sent them packing. Oh what an ass I was.

That is until last semester, when I had that bad breakup with Willie. If a patient soul like him couldn’t stand me who in their right mind would? So yeah, Holiday break was...fun to say the least. Even my parents wanted no part of my misery. Books became my companion. I was fortunate to find a few self help holos that set me on a path. That path eventually leading straight to Maggie.

Maggie and I had known each other for a long time. The interesting thing about two people having the same major is that they tend to take the same classes. We were always on friendly terms. I didn’t really do myself any favors when we got paired up to do a report on terraforming and she ended up doing all the work.

After break she definitely noticed a change in me. I think most did after I publicly apologized to Willie in the cafeteria. You can bet I took that shake to the face like a man. Over the next few weeks I pretty much kept to myself. The friend list on Navi steadily diminishing as they realized the free rides were over. To say it was eye opening would be an understatement.

As fate would have it, Maggie and I got paired up on an assignment. This one having to deal with the impact a forced exit from Slip Space would have on the structural integrity of a mid sized transport. Maggie was shocked when I took the lead on this one. It was just that I had a strong desire to make up for out last assignment but ships were kind of my thing.

It wasn’t just that my mother and father were the ones who founded Wright Aerospace, the #2 space craft supplier for the United Planets and Moons. No, even if I wasn’t born into “royalty”, most people who knew me beyond a surface level (which admittedly is very few) would tell you that I’d be a space junkie regardless. So yeah, I was definitely in my element with this one.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

Of course we aced that sucker. Later that night we were in the cafeteria celebrating. Thank Zeus the building was made of stone, otherwise the sparks we making would have burned the entire place to the ground.

Oddly enough, things didn’t progress that night any further than that. In the past I would have made an attempt at seduction without a seconds thought. Perhaps the past months have instilled a more cautious nature in me. Whatever it may be at the end of the night, we hugged and when back to our dorms.

I woke up the next day not expecting anything special. My only plans being the assembly of a scale of The Exodus Earth. A ship that had the distinction of being the first craft to leave earth. One that soon became many. Eventually leading to our very disorganized union of planets and moons. I had never attempted a model of this complexity. In hindsight, I view this as me at my most introverted.

Like all crest, the pendulum would be quick to begin in swing in the other direction. My Navi buzzing would be marked as the turning point. At least upon recollection anyway. Who could be the person that had my phone a buzz? At this point only my family really cared about my existence and they were all back on Titan. When I checked it I was very surprised (and also very happy) to see Maggie’s name pop up. She simply wanted to grab lunch and talk. A simple enough request, but for someone of my lessened stature it meant the world.

Grabbing a brisk shower and a quick change of clothes, I rushed out the door. To say I was excited would be an understatement. That joy was soon to come crashing down. Quite literally, for when I say her sitting at the cafe. I called out to her, waving my arms like the man man I was. When she say me she waved back and smiled. She...smiled...at...me!

My mind went blank at this display of genuine affection. Probably at the worst possible moment. My feet forgetting that I had stepped on an escalator. I have told the people that witnessed my fall that it was quite pathetic. Maggie confirmed as much when I awoke at the hospital in between fits of laughter.

The Doctors said that after the fall had knocked me out cold. I guess I stayed that way for a full five hours. I awoke to the warm feeling of Maggie laying in my lap. Her breath warming my stomach. Of course, me rousing from a coma woke her from the beautiful slumber I had been greeted to. I can’t remember exactly but the conversation went like this.

“Have you been here this whole time?” I asked her.

She looked back at me confused at first then looked at the clock than back at me. Putting her hand over her mouth in shock. “You owe me lunch!” Was all she managed to say before I scooped her up into a hug.

This hug was different from the one previous. You see the last time we hugged it was as friends. This was a hug between romantic partners.

Speaking of romantic partners, my slate is buzzing. Looks like Maggie is calling me.

Should be an interesting call...