Stella's POV: Why? Why must I be the one? I was crying into my pillow rolling those thoughts over and over in my head. My family was poor, but I didn't think we were this poor! My father had announced four days ago that he had been fired. He didn't have enough money to support all of us; one of us would have to go. His exact words were "I was fired 5 months ago. I've been trying to find a job, a source of money. I can't hold up anymore. One of us will have to go." Today, right after supper, my parents called me into their room. My mother began first "You know what your father said four days ago. We have been thinking and thinking about who will go." My mother looked at my father. I turned myself towards him dreading what he would say. "It was a very tough decision Stella. We hope you understand. You are a very adjustable person, you always seem to fit in no matter what." I couldn't stand it anymore. I began to speak quietly "I'm going aren't I? Where? You'll probably sending me to some dreary orphanage, aren't you? Fit in?! I'll never fit in there!" I was yelling at the top of my lungs by now. "There are 4 other children, why not choose them?! There fit in perfectly there!" I was at the height of my rage. "What about me? My friends, my life, me! Have you even considered me?" I directed this question searching their faces for an answer. My mother's eyes were filled with tears, my father had his face buried in his hands.
Stella's POV: I began to calm down. My mother pointed towards a wooden chair. I sat down. She said "Do you remember the Fillis? They were great friends with my sister. They kindly offered to take you in. You will leave in two weeks." I walked out of the room in a daze. The next two weeks flew by. I packed, said goodbye and packed. The Fillis lived in Minnesota, we lived in Ohio. I would see my family on holidays and the such. But not that often. The last day came. I said goodbye with my siblings. There were tears, last hugs, kisses, and goodbyes. I hopped in the car. My dad was going to drive me to a restraunt, were I would go with my new family. I plugged my earbuds in and stared out the window. I was there in no time. I ate and then waited for the Fillis. I didn't see anything. I felt my dad hug me, and say a last goodbye. Once we were in the car I seemed to wake up. I looked over the Fillis. There were a teenager (boy), mom and dad. I looked over all of them. They all seemed to have blondish hair and piercing green eyes. My eyes were drawn to the boy. He was cute. Muscly, and tall. I made a guess and came up with 5' 11". Back in Ohio I had broken up with my last boyfriend a while ago, and was ready for a new one. I noticed he was studying me and quit looking at him.
Eli's POV: She was cute I have to admit. Her family had sent us an photo, but she is way prettier in real life. Black hair, shiny, long, pulled back into loose braid. The most beautiful dark brown eyes, like the pieces of wood left over from a fire, not quite burnt, yet not quite fresh. Tan skin, an oval face. U believe she is Korean. At least that is what they told us. She spoke, her rosebud lips forming shapes. "Thank you for taking me in. I am sure that all of my family is grateful to you." So polite. My father always told me that was always a good sign. My father spoke "Your family was always very kind to us. I owe your family a big favor, and I didn't see how this could be a problem. We have plenty of room and food to spare. There really is no thanks needed." I groaned, I could always count on my father for a long and boring speech. Dad ignored me. "Please call us Ben, Julie and Eli." I looked at Stella, she simply said "Thank you." We got to my house within an hour. I studied her some more as we got out. She was about 5' 9" and slim. Curves in the right places. She seemed to be strong, carrying 3 heavy bags to the porch. I showed her to her room. She looked around and said "Thank you." Man, all she says is thank you. I want her to say something more. I layed down her bags and walked out. I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed, thinking. At dinner she came down. She was wearing jeans and a tank top. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I think my mom noticed, because she and dad left. She finished her meal and looked around. "It's a big house" she noted. "All of my brothers and sisters have moved out so I guess it seems pretty big." I said. "You have siblings?" she said. "Yeah" I said "My oldest brother lives in California, I have a sister in law school, and another one goes to a boarding school. My other brother is on college." "Miss them?" she asked. "Not really, I like the quiet." I replied. I asked about her family and the move she asked about the school and stuff. The conversation was drifting towards love and I started to fidget.
Eli's POV: I finally asked the question that had been holding me back. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "No" she replied "If I had one, he would be gone because if the move. Long distance relationships never work out." "Do you want to go to the coffee shop down the street?" I asked. "Sure" she said. I got up and walked towards the door, she followed me like a lost puppy. Once we were on the pavement I teased her "To slow to walk?" "Hey!" she said "Race you to the coffee shop!" We broke out at a run at the same time. She was fast, and almost won. But at the last moments I was able to... ---------------------------------------- Its a short update, I have to go. Expect one around 10:00PM US Central time.
Working on it...... It'll be here within an hour or so. I'm not writing it. Unlike most writers I don't have the time for that. Just need inspiration, O Muse!
Eli's POV: ......lose. Somehow she beat me; I don't know how, but she did. I'm the second fastest person in school and she beat me. My head was whirling with thoughts. "Who's the slowpoke now?" she teased. I just stared at her in wonder. I walked into the coffee shop, Coffee La Tea. I found a table for two but the window, pulled out a chair for Stella and sat down. Our waitress came a few moments later, I ordered a blueberry smoothie, she ordered green tea. When she arrived with the orders I stared out the window and thought about a lot of stuff. About my last ex, Stella, her life story, my life story, would she be my girlfriend? Man, I was getting confused. I looked back at Stella, she was texting somebody. She looked so calm right there, I couldn't stand it. "Stella!" I said in a commanding voice. She looked up, "Never mind" I said. "Stella.!" I said again, a bit quieter this time. She looked up again. "Nothing" I said. I started to fidget, what was I doing? It was like I couldn't control myself. "Stella" I said one more time in a soft and persuasive voice. She said "Yes?" I looked at her. What was I doing? W- will you... w-w-will you.... Man, I am nervous. I sound like a dork right now. You don't ask people if they will be your girlfriend, they just become one. Stella's POV: What was he doing? Whatever it is, it's cute. I stood up and brushed my short off. "Why don't we go home?" I suggested. "S- s- sure he said. He's so cute when he stutters!!! He got up and rapidly walked towards the door. I grabbed his hand, "Whoa" I said "Where are you going? There's no hurry!" "Let's just get to my house" he said in a brisk tone. I caught up to him, I forgot to let go of his hand. He glanced down at it and I nervously pulled away. "No" he said "I liked that." He put his arm around my shoulders, and mine around his waist. We started to walk home like that, let me warn you that's not easy. I fell, he caught me. I found myself laying in his arms, on the sofa, in his living room, in his house. I must haves conked out or something, I didn't really remember anything. I looked into his eyes. They were full of relief, concentration, and somehow love. I felt myself leaning towards him, he was supporting me with his arm. He leaned in for a long gentle kiss; I responded accordingly. He pulled away after a few moments. "I love you Stella" he said, stroking my hair. "And me you" I responded. Not the best response, but it'll have to do. He leaned in for another kiss... --------------------------------- Not my best: but it'll have to do. More later hopefully. For Cherry131 my first reader, I'm going to try and figure out a way to get a character named Cherry in the fiction.