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CHAPTER 1
Robert Bustamante waited in line like he had for the last 3 months buying soft drinks, candy and what ever crap was available near the cashier. He didn't care he just wanted to see the cashier and garner enough courage to at least say hi.
Roland Cruz worked as a cashier at his local grocery store. He was a hard worker that took his job very seriously, but he had dreams. He had dreams of writing movies as a matter of fact since he was a little boy he looked at the world around him as if it were one big movie and he was the director.
Robert, waited in line hoping that he would have the courage to at least say hi. He was captivated by Roland. He felt something around him he had not felt in a very long time. He knew he had to speak to this young man. He knew that he had to get to know him. He could not explain what he was feeling. He felt a connection. It was as if every day for the few minutes he spent face to face with him everything else disappeared. Nothing else mattered, he thought he was going crazy. How could he feel this way about a total stranger?
He was next, Roland scanned the candy bar. Robert looked at him their eyes locked and he stuttered the words “Hi.. how ..are you doing?” Roland looked at him thinking to himself poor guy he must be special needs. “I'm fine, how are you?” he asked Robert. Robert, relaxed a bit and said “I'm fine thank you.” Roland quickly realized that Robert was not special needs. “That will be $ 1.07 for the candy.” Robert quickly gave him the exact change he already knew how much the candy was, as many times as he waited in line to buy it. “Thank you” Robert said grabbing the candy bar. “Do you want your receipt?” Roland asked as Robert was walking away. Robert nodded no, and walked out the door.
Robert couldn't believe what had just happened. He walked home. He only lived 3 blocks away so he would walk to and from the grocery store he figured he could always use the exercise. He'd would also save a little on gas. This time as he walked home he couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet. Since Robert first laid eyes on Roland 3 months ago. That little exchange of words they had in the store was the longest so far. Robert was over the moon. He knew that he would be back tomorrow. Though Roland had no set schedule it mattered not to Robert just the chance to see him was worth the walk.
As he got close to home he had realized that he had been smiling since he left the grocery store. He goes inside the home he shares with his mother and his little brother. His mother was busy cooking some terrible meal that he would later lie and say how wonderful it was. "Roberto, you go to the store all the time, and come back just with candy or a soft drink" Patsy asked her son. "It's nothing I like the walk" he said. She looked at him suspicious of his answer, but she let it go.
Robert walked into his room. His walls covered with classic movie posters. He goes over to his computer the printer had finished printing his screenplay "Untitled No. 4 by Robert Bustamante"
END OF CHAPTER 1
Robert Bustamante waited in line like he had for the last 3 months buying soft drinks, candy and what ever crap was available near the cashier. He didn't care he just wanted to see the cashier and garner enough courage to at least say hi.
Roland Cruz worked as a cashier at his local grocery store. He was a hard worker that took his job very seriously, but he had dreams. He had dreams of writing movies as a matter of fact since he was a little boy he looked at the world around him as if it were one big movie and he was the director.
Robert, waited in line hoping that he would have the courage to at least say hi. He was captivated by Roland. He felt something around him he had not felt in a very long time. He knew he had to speak to this young man. He knew that he had to get to know him. He could not explain what he was feeling. He felt a connection. It was as if every day for the few minutes he spent face to face with him everything else disappeared. Nothing else mattered, he thought he was going crazy. How could he feel this way about a total stranger?
He was next, Roland scanned the candy bar. Robert looked at him their eyes locked and he stuttered the words “Hi.. how ..are you doing?” Roland looked at him thinking to himself poor guy he must be special needs. “I'm fine, how are you?” he asked Robert. Robert, relaxed a bit and said “I'm fine thank you.” Roland quickly realized that Robert was not special needs. “That will be $ 1.07 for the candy.” Robert quickly gave him the exact change he already knew how much the candy was, as many times as he waited in line to buy it. “Thank you” Robert said grabbing the candy bar. “Do you want your receipt?” Roland asked as Robert was walking away. Robert nodded no, and walked out the door.
Robert couldn't believe what had just happened. He walked home. He only lived 3 blocks away so he would walk to and from the grocery store he figured he could always use the exercise. He'd would also save a little on gas. This time as he walked home he couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet. Since Robert first laid eyes on Roland 3 months ago. That little exchange of words they had in the store was the longest so far. Robert was over the moon. He knew that he would be back tomorrow. Though Roland had no set schedule it mattered not to Robert just the chance to see him was worth the walk.
As he got close to home he had realized that he had been smiling since he left the grocery store. He goes inside the home he shares with his mother and his little brother. His mother was busy cooking some terrible meal that he would later lie and say how wonderful it was. "Roberto, you go to the store all the time, and come back just with candy or a soft drink" Patsy asked her son. "It's nothing I like the walk" he said. She looked at him suspicious of his answer, but she let it go.
Robert walked into his room. His walls covered with classic movie posters. He goes over to his computer the printer had finished printing his screenplay "Untitled No. 4 by Robert Bustamante"
END OF CHAPTER 1
