Author's Note:

Yeah sorry about some of the random words in the story. I don't notice them until later, but apparently, I have auto correct... Anyway, I dont really like this story, but I'm a big fan of Rayella, so I am in the process of creating a different story for them... Please review this story, so far I have lovely reviewers, but I need some more if I am gonna continue this. Thank you! P.s- Yes, there will be Rayella further into the story, but I just like their friendship in the beginning.

Chapter 3: Somebody to Help

Stella's POV

I was just getting ready to go to bed when I heard the doorbell ring. Ding dong! Running downstairs, I yelled at my brothers to stay in their rooms. I was babysitting for a few hours. Oh, the joy.

I looked out the peep hole, seeing a head of blonde spikes. "What the-?", I said. I opened the door, and in front of me was a pair of eyes, one eye black and swollen, and one eye completely bloodshot from what looked to be him crying. "Ray? What are you doing here?"

He looked at me with a begging look. His nose was bleeding and he had a cut on his arm. "I know we're enemies, but I have nowhere else to go." I looked at him with a confused expression. "Come inside and tell me what happened. My mom is coming home soon, but I'll call and tell her you're here." He nodded and I went upstairs. Grabbing my phone, I pressed 4. My mother had put her number on speed dial.

I waited for a few seconds until she picked up. "Hey mom? My...friend is here and he looks hurt pretty badly. I let him come in. Do you mind?"

"Oh my gosh. How hurt is he? Do I need to call his parents?"

"I think he's gonna be fine. Don't worry about it mom."

I hung up and ran downstairs. Ray was sitting on my couch, crying silently. The Ray Beech. I sat down on the couch next to him. I wasn't the best at comforting people, but I would have to try. "Are you okay?" I said, quietly. He didn't respond. I was gonna have to try something else. "Hey Ray? I see you smiling! I see a smile!" I said, stupidly. Of course, he wasn't really smiling. But I say that to my brothers when one of them is sad.

Ray chuckled slightly and grinned. Score for Stella. "What's wrong?" I asked. He stopped grinning and looked up at me. "My dad came to my apartment today and asked me to give him all of my money...I didn't do it. He didn't deserve it. He finally had to force me to change my mind." he said, pointing to his nose and cut.

I immediately got up and ran to my dad's first aid cabinet. He was a doctor, so he had taught me a few things about first aid. Dad was off at a meeting in New York, so I would have to remember what to do.

After I finished fixing up Ray, he thanked me and fell asleep on the couch. I tiptoed upstairs and tried to tell the boys we have to stay quiet, but they were too busy making blueprints for who knows what.

Mom came home after about an hour and started making dinner. I came in the kitchen, telling her what happened. "He can stay in the guest room upstairs. He can stay until he has enough money to get his own apartment. Unless he's trouble. I don't need another troublemaker in this house." I shifted my feet. I'm gonna have to warn Ray about that.