Okay i had a writersblock for like, a month? I'm sooo damn sorry for not writing any stories… =$ Okay kill me people, you have the right. I decided to end my previous starliestory and start with this new, and i hope better story… So guys tell me what you think, good, bad, better than Sweet 16, worse or totally sucking. BE HONEST PLEASE ;) This story is totally written in Stella's POV - xoxo Ine

One foot in front the other, walking through the streets of London. The fresh air of June blew through Stella Yamada's hair as she was making her way through the crowd. "Stella, wait up!" she heard a voice yelling from behind her. She would recognize that voice out of thousands. It was the voice of her best friend, Olivia White. Olivia had been her best friend since she moved to Arizona 5 years ago.

"Olive, what are you doing here? You're class starts in 5 minutes and it's like on the other side of London?" I asked her with a questioning look on my face.
"Yeah I know, but it's your fault, you forgot your folder with your end of year project!" she said, exhausted from running through the crowd.
"Damn, I was sure I put it in my purse before I left…" I smiled thankfully at her.
Today was my last day to deliver the project to my teacher. I studied dance and music at a school in London and the project had to be a combination of creating my own song and then putting a choreography on it. You had to make a video of a group dancing your choreography. I worked on it so hard and I couldn't have done it without Olives help. I gave her a hug and said
" Thank you so much! What would I be without you? Now go, hurry up, I don't want you to be late because of me!" I said an with a last wave she ran back into the crowd.

I started walking in the opposite direction and turned around the corner. Right in front of me I saw something that brought my past back. It was the cover of some magazine, with Charlie Delgado on the cover with his arm around some girl. He was a great friend of mine. Was. He was one of the many reasons I moved with Olive to London. She always wanted to study in another country and she was a big fan of London so no wonder she choice this amazing city. But the problem with Olive is that she never wants to go somewhere without someone who's close to her. So 3 years ago, 2 years after our performance at Madison Square Garden there happened something that gave me a reason to run away from everything. After a fight with Charlie, my former best friend, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't face him anymore. He did something I couldn't forget. So yeah I moved with Olivia to London so she could study here and I thought I would find something to study as well, and I did… Olive never know exactly why I changed my mind and agreed to come with her. She thought I just did it for her, but that was only a single reason from the many I had.
The problem was that I was just bumped into a large poster of Charlie. With another girl. Not that I ever felt more for him. Yeah you did. No I didn't. Oh yeah, you did, believe me. No I didn't. Okay was I just talking to a voice in my head? I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't saw that I ran right into another girl. She was hurried and angry because all her books were spread around us.
"I'm so sorry! Please let me help you" I asked while giving her back some of the books.
"Get your hands of my books and leave me alone!" she said and walked away.
I stuck my tongue out behind her back. Why was everyone in London always so hurried and moody? With turn up the music in my head I walked to the end of the street where my phone started ringing. It was Olivia.
"Okay, don't be angry with me, what else did I forget?" I started looking in my purse.
"You didn't forget anything…" she said. She was crying and sounded really sad.
"Olivia, what's wrong? You sound a bit… unhappy" I said with a sweet and worried voice.
She started crying harder and harder, she couldn't speak.
"Olivia, where are you? Go home, I'm on my way, don't worry" I said and while I turned around and walked home I talked to her with sweet and calming words. When I came home she was sitting on the couch with thousands of tissues and red eyes.
"Olivia" I hugged her and sat next to her "Shh, calm down, it's going to be alright"
"I have no-one anymore, I'm alone on the world from now on" she blew her nose "alone…" she said.
"What are you saying? You have me, Wen, Mo, Scott and… Charlie, oh and not to forget, your grandma!" I said to cheer her up. But instead she just started crying harder.
"I got a call from Wen. He had bad news. Grandma is… Grandma" she started crying.
"Shhh, it's going to be alright, shh" I hugged her while she kept crying. She didn't need to say anything more. I never lost a really, really close person, except my grandpa, but I was younger when he died, so I don't remember a lot. She cried the whole day long. With ups and downs. We talked, I got us diner and when she stopped crying it was already 8pm.

The next day in the morning I started packing. I called Wen and the funeral was in 3 days so we had to go to New Mexico. Olivia helped me. We packed in silence except for "where is my blue sweater?" or "where did I put that thing?". In the afternoon we were sitting on the airplane. While I was reading the magazine with Charlie on the front page, Olivia realized something.
"Eh, Stella, when did you go back to your school to deliver your project?"
"I didn't"
"You didn't? Stella, you worked so hard for this project, you never went to bed before midnight the last few weeks!"
"It's no big deal, I'll overdo the project next year…" I said and I was serious " Olivia, my best friend is more important to me than any stupid project, believe me"
"But"
"No buts please, just don't worry, please, you have already enough on your mind…"
I continued reading the interview with Charlie. Apparently the girl next to him was his 7the girlfriend in 3 months. After reading a couple sentences I shut the magazine with force, what gave me a what-are-you-doing-look from Olivia. Pshh, like I was actually interested in Charlie's life story. I didn't spoke to him for 3 years, but looking at the magazines, he changed a lot. A lot.
When we finally arrived at the airport, Wen was waiting for us. But he wasn't alone…

It's not really a cliffhanger, but I thought this chapter was long enough. It actually didn't turn out as good as I thought it would, but I hope you guys enjoyed reading it, and please review :)