VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END!
I do not own BTR, only Stella and my other OC's
Chapter Three: Long Nights, Questions, Confusion
The large, antique grandfather clock that sat in the hallway adjacent to the Knight's room struck twelve, as the sound near echoed throughout the entire Tregger's large, luxurious house. With Katie and Mrs. Knight fast asleep on the bed behind him, Kendall lay on the plush orange couch, with some hockey expo channel the Tregger's had on the huge flat screen in front of him, watching the 1998 Stanley Cup Finals.
Kendall sighed, turning in and adjusting the homemade red and white knit blankets Jenny Tregger had given him for the night, resting his tired, jumbled head on the arm rest of the comfy couch. He hadn't stopped thinking about Stella since he had seen her run away through the light snow around the corner of her house, catching just a glimpse of her long golden curls before she disappeared entirely through view. Kendall had been on the couch since 10:30 trying to get to sleep, tossing and turning with no luck. The thoughts of the mystery blonde clouded his mind completely.
Stella's teeth chattered as the cold water hit her white, naked body. She swallowed hard, having to get used to this all over again like she did everyday as the strong stream of ice cold water from the showerhead impaled her shoulders and torso like knifes. She bit her quivering lip as the water dampened her beautifully blonde hair to a dark, dingy, damp brown. She quickly reached for the small bottle of shampoo resting on the corner of the shower, and quickly lathered her hair, the stream of water losing pressure, the sharp stabs still coming. Her body began to shake; her lips turning blue as she quickly did her best to lamely wash her body with the small, overused bar of soap next to the shampoo. She slid the creamy white soap all up and down her trembling body, the water getting weaker and weaker by the moment. She rushed to wash her body, as the water finally was resolved to droplets, her long blonde hair cold and wet against her back. She quickly stepped out of the glass shower and threw her distressed yellow towel around her bare body, trying to dry herself into warmth, as she walked into the empty, cold hallway, straight to her room.
Kendall had zoned out through all of the sumptuous dinner, wondering what Stella was up to right at the same moment he was buttering his dinner roll, or crunching on his salad. He figured she was probably sitting down to some quaint dinner with her parents in their huge house. Not sitting down to the loud, cheerful dinner was hardly part of. He had spent his entire time at the table barely acknowledging Bryan who had so nervously and graciously apologized (over and over again) for making Kendall upset, and being insensitive about his fathers' death. But Kendall didn't care. If Bryan hadn't upset him, he wouldn't have run out to the back deck and cried, and he wouldn't have met Stella, and they wouldn't have shared that wonderful, earth shattering kiss.
Kendall closed his eyes and in an instant, a natural smile came to his face. It had been a while since he had kissed a girl before tonight; a few months in fact. But the kiss he had shared with Stella seemed to totally hypnotize him. He bit his lower lip and snuggled more into the warm blankets as he thought about Stella's warm mouth. How her soft, supple, perfectly pink lips grazed and suckled against his. He thought about her teeth which seemed to nip his lower lip as she skillfully massaged her pink, delicate, sugary tongue against his. He thought about how her soft, gloved hands touched his jaw line, her fingertips radiating such heat and warmth, it only made him want more of her. The slight brush of her soft, pale white skin against his slightly darker tone made him swallow hard, as his mind began to wander off, his thoughts slowly getting more intimate and graphic. He thought about kissing her neck, and sucking on the snow white skin at her pulse point, his hands moving down to her hips, and slowly maneuvering their clever way under her sweater, creeping up the soft, shimmery skin on her back.
He had nearly undressed the beautiful, innocent Stella in his mind, when a slight ache below the belt instantly cut his fantasies off. His green eyes shot open and he shook his head, as if he was in some kind of trance. He shifted on the couch, and instantly felt the repercussions of his feral thoughts getting stiffer and more rigid against his inner thigh.
"Shit," he mumbled nervously, flipping the blanket off of him frustrated, his eyes going down his body to his pajama pants, checking how bad it really was. There was no way in hell he was going to take the chance to relieve himself, and risk embarrassment from his mother, Katie, or whoever else could possibly hear him in this ever echoing house. It would be a last resort for the boy to shamefully walk to the bathroom. Kendall lay back down on the couch and tried to think of hockey, trying to be as into the neck and neck game as he possibly could without thinking of her. It was only then that Kendall truly realized the effect this girl had on him. Here was thinking about touching her, and kissing her neck, and undressing her when he had only talked to her for ten minutes or so. He swallowed hard and shifted a bit, not feeling any better, the warmth of the room not helping one bit.
Stella sat at the large, long dining room table, her face pale, her blonde hair falling over her face. She wore her jacket and scarf, as she partook in the bland meal in front of her. She spooned around her white milk, and her soggy Cheerio's as she sighed deeply, leaning on her elbow. She couldn't stop thinking of Kendall Knight. Stella smiled to herself, thinking of how warm, and inviting he was. His beautiful lips against hers, how he held nothing back when they shared their kiss. Stella bit her lip and looked down into her cereal, her eyes starting to get warm with tears. No. She didn't want to cry, but how could she not? Kendall was only a visitor for the holidays, he wasn't staying here. Stella knew how this worked. However, she couldn't help but wonder just how much she could possibly get of Kendall before he left. She spooned a mouthful of cereal past her pink lips and swallowed it, twirling locks of her golden blonde hair with her finger.
Stella thought of how Kendall looked, in his black sweater and dark jeans, and boots. She thought of his soft, yet callused fingers, which seemed to touch the small of her back intoxicatingly, sending chills up her spine. She thought of his green eyes, and how they sparkled so bright, even the stars were jealous. Stella swallowed hard, putting her spoon down and pushing the bowl of soggy, cold cereal away from her, clutching her jacket to her body.
He sat up on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, his head down, his hands running through his shaggy blonde hair nervously. He took a few deep breaths, slowly but surely calming himself down. He couldn't believe that he had thought about her like that. He felt like he could almost see himself undressing her, the two at the beginnings of a long, passionate tryst. It made him go near crazy.
Kendall stood up and slowly began to trek to the door, needing some well deserved air. He tiptoed across the wood floor, clad in pajama pants and an old t-shirt as he successfully exited the room out into the hallway. He was almost confused where to go first, wanting to return to the scene of the crime. This house was huge, and he had to get his bearings straight for a moment. He walked down the hallway, passing a few old paintings, the happy pictures of the Tregger family and some potted plants as he got to the end. He looked out the large glass window, nearly the size of the entire wall, where the snow had stopped falling, only darkness remaining.
Kendall made a turn down the elegantly carved wood staircase without as much as a creak, now standing the in the dimply lit living room and dining room, the only illumination coming from the large, powerful moon, and the soft, twinkling stars. This is where Bryan had talked to him earlier, right at the foot of the stairs. This is where it had started. Kendall made a mental note to backtrack his earlier steps and turned to his right, walking slowly into the dark hallway where the glass doors leading out to the back deck were. He realized it was probably freezing out, and that he should have a jacket, but it was too late to turn back now. He slowly went to the glass doors and opened them, a powerful gust of cold air hitting him in the face like bricks. He let out a shudder as he stepped out onto the snow, just in socks. Anyone else might've regretted doing this, in the stark winter, especially in Minnesota. But not Kendall Knight. Not when it came to Stella. With each step, the wet snow crunched under his socks, as he made his way to the balcony, the cold, and brutal wind nearly freezing him. He wouldn't be able to stay here for long. He half expected Stella to be there, as he turned around, making sure she wasn't behind him. Kendall sighed disappointed as his green eyes scanned the deck, with no trace of the soft curls anywhere. His heart dropped a bit as he turned back around, cleared off a bit of snow from the balcony, and rested his on his forearms, the air chilling through him. He immediately looked down, and frowned upon seeing the white snow that covered Stella's footprints. The one thing he could have smiled at, pertaining to her was now covered by a fresh layer of snow.
His gaze flew to the dark, uninviting house next door, where he imagined Stella sitting up in bed, looking out at the stars with that same, beautiful smile on her face. There was something about the house and something about Stella that didn't mix. He didn't see one light on in the work of art, and all the windows were closed up with curtains. He couldn't have seen Stella through them if he had tried his hardest. The moon gave it a spooky overcast, the trees surrounding it creating ghastly shadows, as he swallowed hard, hanging his head. He then looked straight on at the forest beyond him, his teeth beginning to chatter as he clutched himself in the wind, his green eyes watching the trees swiftly dance to death, in the cold, harsh, bitter gusts of wind.
Stella sat in her room, looking up at the large glass windows, out at the trees. Unfortunately, she couldn't see the stars from the deck outside her room, or inside on her bed either. She sighed and laid back in her bundle of blankets on her bed, cuddling up in them. She took a few deep breaths as she clutched the blankets to her body, her blue eyes closing as she instantly thought of Kendall. She wondered if he was thinking about her, and their kiss as much as she was. Stella hadn't kissed many boys before, only one other one. But this kiss had felt so natural, and perfect, she couldn't contain herself, and by the way Kendall's tongue had slipped into her mouth so greedily, she figured that he couldn't either. It was such a passionate and beautiful kiss, Stella had nearly gone weak in the knees. She smiled to herself thinking about it, AGAIN, and shook her head from the image of her and Kendall kissing, his hands at her curves. She looked out the large pane of glass to the left and sighed, wishing that she could see the stars. She emerged from the blankets, and walked over to huge window, touching it gently. She squinted her eyes in the darkness, but illuminated by light was a figure standing on the Tregger's' deck, as her lips curled into a quaint smile.
The forest scared Kendall, and the way the trees danced against the night so ghastly, sent shivers up and down his spine. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that by some miracle of the moment, he could get Stella out of that room, and bring her back to the deck. He wanted to talk to her. He wished he could look at the stars with her. He needed to kiss her. He swallowed hard as the harsh wind took him over by storm, and he closed his eyes tightly. It was weather like this. It was a moment like this one.
Kendall anxiously waited at the kitchen table, finishing some last minute geometry homework. He looked at the door every so often, just waiting for his father to come through it. Kendall had received word today, he had been moved up to play on the Varsity hockey team, the only ninth grader in six years to be asked. He was going to be able to play with all the sophomores, juniors and seniors in his school, and more importantly, play teams at his level. No more of the horrible JV players he would have to face. The Duluth Hawks hadn't lost a game since Kendall had entered high school that previous September.
"Mom, when is dad getting home?" Kendall asked, tapping his pencil on the loose leaf in front of him. Mrs. Knight stood at the stove to the left of the boy, stirring a bit pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. She tasted a bit, added more salt and sighed.
"I don't know, Kendall," she said, looking at her watch. "He's only ten minutes late." Kendall sighed, going back to his math homework. Proofs. Yuck. This was the only homework he had, and the Wild game was on tonight. He figured his dad would want to watch it with him, especially with the news he was about to give his father. The phone rang, Kendall perking up a bit, as Mrs. Knight went over to answer it. He figured it was his dad calling to say he was on the way, and that'd he be home in five. Kristopher Knight only worked about fifteen minutes away from the quaint suburbs of Duluth, Minnesota.
"Hello, Knight Residence," Mrs. Knight said into the phone cheerfully. Kendall looked back at her with a smile on her face, but it soon disappeared as Mrs. Knights face dropped to the floor. She swallowed hard, her face stone cold, as she gripped the phone closer to her ear. She nodded and turned her back from Kendall as he began to get worried.
"Mom, who is it?" he asked confused, getting up from his homework. Mrs. Knight let out a small sob, as she hung up the phone running to the counter, grabbing her purse and keys.
"Mom, what's going on?" Kendall asked her nervously. Mrs. Knight looked at her oldest child, her heart breaking. She had just gotten word her husband was in a car accident, and it was bad.
"I—I need to go. Kendall, watch Katie, I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, running up to him with tears falling down her face, kissing his forehead and running out the door. Kendall followed her to the door.
"Mom!" he screamed out, his voice cracking as Mrs. Knight backed the car out the driveway feverishly, and sped down the street. Kendall watched the small red car speed away, the pit of his stomach twisting up with fear. Something was wrong. Something was deathly wrong.
At 11:00 that evening, Kendall sat in his room, hysterically crying. Dead. His father had died. Kendall sat on his bed, running his hands through his hair, his face wet and red with tears, his breathing hitched tremendously. His whole entire body hadn't stopped shaking since hearing the news over an hour ago. His father was in a car accident, the car had spun on black ice, hit another car, and then went under a truck. His father barely had a chance upon arriving at the hospital, but by the time Mrs. Knight had arrived there, he was already gone.
Kendall cried harder and harder with each thought of his dad. He had just talked to him this morning about the Wild game, and how they were going to watch it together, no women allowed. He had given Katie a kiss on the forehead, and his mother a kiss on the lips before leaving the house. If Kendall knew that this morning was going to be the last time his father walked out that door, he would've said something better than "Bye, Dad." His hands shook with anger and fury, his sobs choking his throat. He had barricaded himself in his room since his mother had told him. He didn't want to have to look at Katie crying into her mother, Mrs. Knight's own tears falling down her face. Kendall had come up here for the reason that he needed to be alone. He couldn't handle all of this right now.
He got up from his bed, his face red, and went over to where his hockey stick was in the corner. His footsteps were thunderous on the blue carpet of his room, as he grabbed his hockey stick roughly, breathing heavily. He swallowed hard and took a messy, powerful slap shot at the wall, effectively breaking the hockey stick in half. He let out a scream of anguish, as he threw his bag against the wall, all of its contents falling out. He picked up his gloves and threw them at his bedside lamp, knocking it down with a smash, and kicked his desk chair over, papers whipping around everywhere. Kendall breathed heavily and monstrously, before he fell onto his knees in the middle of his wrecked room, sobbing hysterically. He needed to get away. Now.
He sprang for the window by his bedside, and opened it carefully, his knees and hands trembling. He inched himself out onto the roof, overlooking the back yard of the Knight's house. With a swift maneuver down the gutter, repelling against the wall, Kendall was free in the wild, windy, harshly cold Minnesota night. He clutched his shoulders to himself, tears running down his face as he ran into the forest of trees that began about fifty yards from his house, over his chain link fence. Kendall ran through the trees, his body shaking, his vision blind as the cold wind and harsh bitter cold stung his skin like a thousand and one knifes. Kendall opened his green eyes, his breathing heavy, as tears stung his eyes. He hadn't thought back to the day his father actually died since the accident happened itself. Kendall felt a cold rush come over him, his heart beating out of his chest, as soft tears fell down his cheeks. He looked out at the scary, intimidating forest and swallowed the lump in his throat, salty tears falling on his lips. He let out a quiet sob, hanging his head when suddenly he felt two hands come around his torso, and hot breath on his back.
Due to lack of sight, Kendall tripped over a large branch in his way, tumbling forward, hitting his head on a tree stump, cutting his face up. He cried raucously, but not from the physical pain, from the emotional pain. He brought his hand to his face, laying belly up on the floor, as he felt a bit of sticky blood from the small cut on his cheek. Kendall laid his head back and looked up at the bright stars, along with the trees dancing before him. Tears began to well in his eyes again, as he swallowed hard, letting out a long, agonizing sob.
Kendall opened his green eyes, his breathing heavy, as tears stung his eyes. He hadn't thought back to the day his father actually died since the accident happened itself. Kendall felt a cold rush come over him, his heart beating out of his chest, as soft tears fell down his cheeks. He looked out at the scary, intimidating forest and swallowed the lump in his throat, salty tears falling on his lips. He let out a quiet sob, hanging his head when suddenly he felt two hands come around his torso, and hot breath on his back.
"I'm sorry, Kendall Knight. I know you loved your father," Stella whispered softly, hoping the stars wouldn't hear. Kendall turned around in her arms with his green eyes shining, as she smiled up at him slyly. Kendall sighed and smiled at her, instantly hugging her small body to him, his hands around her waist tightly as she nuzzled into him.
"Perfect timing," Kendall said lightly, clearing his raspy throat, kissing her blonde hair. Stella chuckled and rubbed his back gently, Kendall melting into her touch.
"Seems like you're always crying up here," Stella whispered smugly. Kendall chuckled a bit and pulled away from her, looking down into her eyes.
"Shut up," he whispered with a smile, before quickly placing his lips on hers.
The next day, all the Tregger's guests were gone, vanished from sight. It seemed to be a tradition to only come for the first night of the week, and then Christmas Eve and Christmas. Most of their families and friends lived relatively close in the suburbs of Thief River Falls, but the Knights did not, therefore, they stayed the whole week. Kendall walked into the grand kitchen, full granite countertops, state of the art appliances and again with those large glass windows as the bright snow reflected back at him. Kendall sighed happily, living on air after seeing Stella again last night. His smile was infectious as he walked into the kitchen to see everyone else up, Kendall having slept later from the rendezvous.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Mrs. Knight said, happy and surprised at the large smile on Kendall's face. She stood at the island in the middle of the spacious room, mixing up some eggs in a bowl, Katie and Serena by her side sprinkling cheese on the omelets and laughing and Jenny at the stove, cooking up and array of sausage, bacon, and pancakes all at the same time. Kendall felt the sweet smell of a home cooked breakfast surrender his scent, as Bryan came through the kitchen from the china cabinet in the hallway with silverware and plates. He was still in his plaid PJ pants, and old t-shirt as was Kendall.
"Need help?" Kendall asked with a bright smile on his face. Bryan stopped dead in his tracks, and smiled, looking back at his mom and Mrs. Knight who both had smiles on their faces. Bryan was sure that Kendall had some kind of problem with him, since he had ignored him since getting here. Bryan was doing his best to make Kendall have a good time here, just like his mom hoped.
"Yeah, thanks," Bryan said as the two boys went into the dining room.
As the boys exited, Mrs. Knight looked back at Jenny surprised.
"Did you see that smile too?" she asked her best friend excitedly. Jenny nodded and seared the sausage pan smiling.
"I did, Kim," Jenny said chuckling. Mrs. Knight smiled widely, the fact that Kendall had a smile on his face one of the best feelings in the world. He hadn't smiled in months, not since the accident.
"I wonder what caused that," Mrs. Knight said, cracking another egg into the bowl. Katie chuckled and let out a scoff.
"Maybe a girl. He always has that doofy smile on his face. Remember when Chrissy Jenkins and him went to the movies that one time?" Katie said like it was common knowledge, her and Serena putting the finishing touches on the ready-to-cook omelets
Kimberly laughed at her younger daughter, mixing up breakfast. "I don't think so Katie. Kendall has been here less than a day, and hasn't been out of the house. I highly doubt he met some mystery girl somewhere," she said laughing.
Kendall set the silverware on the now smaller breakfast table in dining room, as Bryan set down the fine china and napkins.
"So, my friends and I were probably going to go down to the town, play a few rounds of hockey and then stroll around Main Street for a bit. Do you wanna come?" Bryan asked Kendall. Kendall smiled at the boys invitation and chuckled.
"Uh yeah, I mean—I don't wanna ruin your plans though," Kendall said, a quick flicker of hope in his mind that if he stayed home all day, he may catch glimpse of Stella. Bryan shook his head no and set down the last of the plates and napkins.
"Don't worry, dude. We need as many people as we can for hockey, and I can guarantee you that you don't want to stay home all day with the women, in the kitchen, around Christmas," Bryan said with a chuckle. It was then Kendall realized Bryan was probably right.
"True," Kendall said chuckling, setting the silverware down on the last napkin. Kendall sighed and looked at Bryan a bit nervously. He had been wondering if Bryan knew Stella for the past day or so. Maybe he could tell Kendall something about her that would somehow help him to catch her more often. It seemed their meetings were never really planned, or expected. He never knew the next time he was going to be able to have the gorgeous blonde in his arms again.
"Bryan, do you know a 'Stella?'" Kendall asked nervously looking down, fixing a crooked fork. It was the first time dragging her into his real life since—well, since he had met her only yesterday. Bryan pushed in the chairs to the side of the table and made a weird face.
"No. I don't know any Stella," Bryan said, mulling it over in his head. Kendall was confused.
"But isn't she a friend of the family? I mean doesn't she live next door?" Kendall asked puzzled, as Bryan looked at him oddly.
"I don't know any Stella. And the house next door is vacant. No one lives there," he said to Kendall suspiciously. Kendall swallowed hard and stepped a step back. Stella lived there, didn't she?
"Why do you ask? Did you see something?" Bryan asked confused.
"Oh, nothing I just—I was just wondering. I thought I remembered someone named Stella who lived here, and I thought I saw her on the balcony of the house next door," Kendall said stumbling over his words horribly, trying his best to fabricate a lie in the short time he had. "I guess I'm going crazy," he said shakily. Bryan chuckled and came over to Kendall.
"Old girlfriend or something?" he asked, catching on to Kendall's nervousness. Kendall chuckled and nodded no.
"No, just—someone I used to know," he lied again, straight into Bryan's blue eyes. Bryan shrugged.
"Well, I'm gonna go get dressed and showered after breakfast, I figure you'll do the same and we'll leave around 1?" Bryan asked. Kendall nodded with a smile.
Around 4, Kendall, Bryan, and his three friends, Jake, Alex and Stephen walked on Main Street, their hockey gear slung over their backs, just talking and laughing. Kendall fit in easily with the three boys, being so amazing at hockey in which they all had marveled at. They had just finished a pretty intense game, and were now heading to the General Store to pick up some sodas and candy before Kendall and Bryan headed back home to help with dinner. All throughout his day, Kendall had wondered what Bryan had said. Of course Stella lived next door, I mean, he had seen her go there both times. She was going back to her parents, Gina and John, who didn't like her stargazing. It didn't make sense to him at all.
"You're pretty good at hockey, Knight. You'll get a scholarship easily," Jake said, fastening his bag on his shoulder as they continued to walk.
Kendall smiled and chuckled. "Thanks, I hope I do. But I have two years left, so I'm not rushing anything," he said modestly.
"I can't believe we go to college in a year man. I gotta start looking at schools, because we don't all have hockey scholarships like Bryan," Alex said tauntingly, shaking his friend's shoulders. Bryan rolled his eyes and fastened his bag on his shoulder.
"Lay off," he said annoyed, swatting Alex away.
"Aw. Is Bryan sad that he is going to University of Minnesota four hours away, and he isn't going to be able to see his precious, girlfriend Lisa?" Stephen taunted even more, as Bryan rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face.
"Stop it," Bryan said again more playful this time, blushing at the mention of his girlfriend.
"Dude, please tell me you tapped that," Alex said bluntly, coming up behind him and putting a shoulder around him as they walked. Kendall chuckled at the bluntness of the statement as Jake rolled his eyes, Kendall chuckling again.
"Easy goes it, Alex. Just cause you're not getting any, doesn't mean I'm not," Bryan said with a smile and wink, as Alex scoffed and Stephen whooped, patting his friend on the back.
"My man," Stephen said, as the four excluding Alex shared a chuckle, walking down the snowy street, past all the shops and cafes. Jake, who walked beside Kendall, smiled at him. Kendall seemed him to be the most level headed of the group.
"So Knight, what about you? You got any cute girls in Duluth?" he asked. Kendall chuckled and shrugged.
"Cute I guess. But they're either, whores, totally prude, or just completely wacked out," Kendall said chuckling. The boys all chuckled"Yeah, that's pretty much how the chicks are here. There are a few good in the bunch, but there really isn't much," Jake said disappointed. Bryan, remembering Kendall's earlier question turned to his friends as they continued walking down the snow filled street.
"Hey, do any of you guys know a Stella?" he asked. Kendall's heart beat faster just at the mention of her name, clutching his hockey gear tighter to him. Jake, Alex and Stephen all nodded no.
"Why?" Jake asked confused. Bryan looked at Kendall who looked uncomfortable with his question, and since the two were just starting to become friends, he thought it be better to leave the situation alone.
"Just wondering," Bryan asked, dropping it immediately. The boys got to the General Store and before they walked in, Stephen and Alex halted, dropping their bags and fixing their shirts and hair like supermodels of some sort. Jake rolled his eyes as Kendall looked on confused with a cocked eyebrow.
"What are you guys doing?" he asked laughing. Jake sighed and looked at Kendall with a goofy grin.
"They are in love with the girl who's been working behind the counter the past few weeks. They keep trying to get with her, but let me tell you, she's one feisty blonde," Jake said. "I stopped trying after she first shot me down, but these two clowns over here won't ever drop it, no matter how many times they get rejected." Kendall chuckled as the two boys sighed and gave each other warlike stances.
"I talk first this time. You got to go last time," Stephen said fixing his black hair as Alex looked at him as if he was a liar.
"Dude!" Alex said incredulously. Stephen looked at Bryan who nodded in agreement, as Alex's shoulders sunk and he scowled.
"Fine," he whined. The two boys picked up their hockey gear and strutted inside, as the other three boys followed. The door made a slight ring when it was opened, as all five boys huddled inside the small, quaint little store.
"Hey, Kacey," Stephen said friendly, walking up to the counter. A girl with curly blonde hair was on the phone, facing towards the counter behind the register, her back turned to the group. She put her finger up, hunched over, writing something down as Kendall looked around at all the random stuff the store had in it. He approached the counter with the other boys, as the blonde hung up the phone. She turned to the rest of the group, and caught Kendall's eyes. Kendall swallowed hard, his heart beating out of chest.
"Stella," he whispered to himself.
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