Correct my short story

Wah! Wah! Wah! My alarm screams to me at six in the morning. I crawl out of bed, sluggishly making my way to the bathroom. The frigid water rejuvenates my energy as it splashes against my face. I walk downstairs to the kitchen where I pour myself a warm cup of coffee to prepare myself for a long day of chores. I would start with milking the cows, although Betsy was always a little fussy in the morning. Then, gather all of the new eggs in the chicken coup and end with tending to the horses. This was my everyday job since I was ten years old that I didn’t sign up for, and I am sick of it.
Don’t get me wrong I love helping my dad out around the farm, but I am about to turn twenty years old. I feel like there is more in this world for me than picking up horse poop and getting pecked at by chickens every day. Daddy doesn’t understand though. When I talk about moving to a big city and having a fancy job, he tells me, “Sammy, get your head out of the clouds and be happy with what you got.” Since my mother passed away five years ago, I was all he had left at that farm. I think he’s afraid for me to leave because he doesn’t think that I will ever come back.
Weeks went by and I was still here on the farm. My days all seemed like a big blur, clashing together because they were all identical. I have had enough; I can’t help but be a little selfish. I want to do what makes me happy for once and figure out where I belong in this world.
“Hey daddy, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I know I’ve been saying this for a while, but I really need to get out of here. “
He shook his head in disappointment while looking at the ground. I heart sunk as I prepared myself for the speech he was about to give me, but instead he said nothing, absolutely nothing. I stood there frozen, unsure on how to take this peculiar response. He didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day, and at dinner the only thing he asked was for me to pass the salt. I went to bed feeling horrible. What have I done?
The next morning I didn’t even want to climb out of bed. I couldn’t stand the sting of his silence any longer. Somehow I managed to get myself out of bed and proceed through my typical morning routine. But when I got outside to do my farm duties, they were already done. Every single one of them finished, the hens eggs were picked, the horse stalls cleaned and the cows were all milked. Confusion occupied my head, usually when I talked about leaving he gave me extra chores not do them for me. I scanned through the fields for daddy, that’s when I saw Beau for the first time.
There in the middle of the field stood God’s most perfect creation. His light caramel hair that sat perfectly under his cowboy hat made me weak at the knees. He had large muscles that looked as if they would tear through his blue button up flannel. I’ve known him since he moved to our little town in the third grade but was too nervous to ever say anything to him. Unsure of what to do I ran inside the house to find daddy and see what’s going on.
“Daddy, why is that boy here?
“Oh, Beau? He’s just the help I hired since you’re leaving.”
“So you’re actually letting me go? Thank you daddy!”
He smiled and then gave me a kiss on the forehead. Excitement ran through my veins like children running after the ice cream man. I never thought he would let me go. The rest of the day seemed like a hallucination. Since all of my chores were done, I was able to treat myself to a bubble bath. The bubbles soaked into my blonde wavy hair as I submerged my head lower and lower into the bathtub. The lukewarm water hugged my skin as if it were to never let go. As I looked around the dim lighted room, I saw the purple candles that filled the room with the aroma of fresh bloomed lilacs. I had never felt such tranquility; I wish I could lay here forever. Once I was finished my bath I strolled to my room for a good night’s sleep. I sunk into bed, turned off my alarm, rested my head on my pillow and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
When I woke up it was ten o’ clock in the morning. I walked to the kitchen and felt no need to make myself a pot of coffee. Instead I made a pitcher of fresh lemonade to bring out to the boys on this warm summer day. I found Beau working in the horse stalls. He stood there shirtless with sweat glistening off of his bronzed body. His muscles were even bigger than I envisioned. Moments later I realized I was just standing there gawking at him and decided it was time I finally talked to him.
“I brought you some lemonade if you’re thirsty.”
“Thanks dear,” he replied with a smile.
We stood there quietly for a moment when he decides to ask why I’m leaving such a beautiful place. I told him how I felt there was more out there for me. Before I could say anything else, he asked what if I’m wrong, what if this was all I needed. I stood there stunned. Who does he think he is? I’ve known him for a good ten minutes and he thinks he knows me better than I? I replied with a laugh, handed him his glass and proceeded back towards the house.
Later that night I took a walk through the fields to clear my head. What if I am wrong? What if when I get to New York it’s nothing like I had expected? I’m supposed to be leaving in two days; I need to figure this out quick. Before I could think any longer a hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up and it was Beau. He apologized for what he said earlier and asked if he could join me on my walk. On our walk together we realized how much we seemed to have in common. We came up to the little river in the back of our field, where we sat in the grass dangling our toes in the cool water. As we laid there staring at the moon, he reached for my hand. Our fingers intertwined, making my body feel as if butterflies were taking it over. I blushed and rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
After laying there for hours, he walked me back to the house and told me to have sweet dreams. Once I got into bed I couldn’t sleep, I was so overwhelmed by what had just happened. He was so sweet and such a gentleman. I have never had such feelings about a boy before. He made me feel so perfect, like every freckle on my face had its own purpose. I didn’t want to fall asleep, afraid that for once reality was better than my dreams.
My last couple of days seemed to come quicker than I would have wanted them to, but they were some of the best days of my life. Almost all of my time was spent with Beau. Our late night walks where we would talk about anything and everything were the perfect endings to my last few nights. I had never connected with someone before and it felt magical. Everything about him is perfect, His eyes that shined bright every time I saw them, his muscular arms that wrapped around my tight and night and his smile that bore bright white teeth and was contagious to whoever it was for. For once in my life everything was perfect.
Perfect until I woke up that, now dreaded, Sunday morning. It was time for me to head off to the big apple. As excitement filled my body a stronger feeling of sadness took over. Who knows if I I’ll ever see Beau again? What if I never find anyone as perfect? All these thoughts pacing through my mind as I packed the remaining things in my room. Suddenly, I heard the honking of a cab coming to take me to the airport. I loaded all my things up and began to crawl in the backseat.
“Stop!” I heard in the distance.
Beau ran to grab my arm, “What do you mean stop? I have to get going, my flight leaves in less than an hour.” I quickly replied.
“You can’t go…” He said.
“And why is that?”
“I’m in love with you, Sammy. I know you love me too. I can see it in your eyes every time I look at you,”
Before I could say anything else he pulled me in with his strong arms and kissed me. His lips were electrifying. Everything about this old farm that I hated seemed to feel just so right. The skies seemed bluer and the sun seemed to shine brighter whenever he was near. I can’t get myself to be anywhere he isn’t, so I stay. I’m not sure if he’s my “happily ever after”, only time will tell.