Love? What's That?? Chap 2

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So, that's all..hope its long..I tried to make it longer than last time. so..as always,
Happy Reading!

Pic is of stella. also, I submitted the previous one on the short stories one, and also on love and romance. Please don't get confused..Happy Reading!
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Allen's PoV

So, I found out we have to move in the morning. And now I'm in the car, on the way. Fast eh?

Fortunately though, it's not someplace alien. Going back to the place where I kinda grew up you know? And we're even moving back in the same house supposedly. But that will have to wait a bit. My parents want to take the same house, so we're gonna be staying at the McCartneys.

Stella McCartney. Blond hair. Brown eyes. We moved away when I was nine. So that's really all I remember about her. Oh yeah, and also her bubbly nature. God, that girl had a mouth on her. I wonder if she still does. And also the most amazing smile. Not that I remember that. I just have a picture of us together. We were seven when that was taken. She was really cute at that time. Wonder what she looks like now.

We're here? Already? Its only 5:00 man! That was some fast driving.

"Oh!!! They're here, they're here!!!!" I hear someone shrieking. Must be Mrs. McCartney. Can you believe these ladies have kids, much alone that they're 16? I think I'm gonna puke. And also, I think I'm gonna stay right here, till the screaming part is done. All of that can't really be good for the ears.

Stella's PoV

I could hear all the screaming. Actually, come to think of it, I'm sure the whole neighborhood could. Mature much?

as I make my way downstairs, I catch sight of the picture of me and Allen. He has an identical one too, if he hasn't thrown it away that is. We were seven then I think. I look at his dimpled and toothy smile, his messy brown hair and his gorgeous blue-grey eyes. He was cute though clumsy. Wonder if he still is?

Oh finally, the shrieking has stopped.

I go down and am greeted by Mrs. Scott. "My god, Stella! You've become beautiful dear! Absolutely gorgeous!" I blush as she continues, "...and you've grown up so much! Can't believe that much time has already passed!"

She didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon so before she start talking again, I hurriedly said hello to Mr. Scott. He was a man with twinkly eyes, though I'm assuming he doesn't talk that much now.

"Oh Stella, you should help Allen with the bags. He is in the driveway. Go out and say hello." My mom shows me out and I see a tall guy leaning over the car trunk in the driveway. Why do I think that should be Allen? Oh yeah, because mum said so.

He looks so hot. I know its only the back view, but still. He has a button down shirt and a pair of stone washed jeans on. He rolled up the sleeves. That messy brown hair is still in place I note. And he has one awesome body. Lean but strong, I can tell. And that's because he's lifting three bags at once. Oh, and also, he's walking towards me.

"Like something you see?" he smirks.

His question breaks me out of the trance. Was I just checking him out? Not that I'm going to admit that obviously.

"Um no, not really. So, would you like a hand?"

"Aww..that's so kind. But as you can see, I've already got things under contr..."

He never finished that sentence because, one bag suddenly burst open and all its contents were spewed on the ground. He looks up, I meet his eyes. And then suddenly it's too much, it's barely controllable. I burst out laughing.

"Yeah I can see how 'in control' you are" I manage between laughs.

Allen's PoV

God, she's beautiful. And her smile is just as amazing as it was. And her laughter is like, indescribable man.

"Stop it and shut up", I scold myself. "getting a crush on Stella is really the last thing I need now."

I'm blatantly staring at her. A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth and suddenly I'm laughing out loud with her.

Gradually we stop laughing.

"So, would you like a hand now?" she asks me, still smiling.

Nodding, I say, "That would be really kind ma'am. Turning down a beautiful girl's hand isn't something I know." I can see her eyes twinkling, as she turns a slight pink.

"So, I'm Allen Scott, 16, which I assume you already know. And who may you be, my fair lady?"

"Cut it out, Allen." She smacks me and sticks out her tongue. "So, do you want to do something about that mess?" she points to the still spilled suitcase.

"Oh man. I forget about that!"

"Hey, I'll help. And to answer your question Mr. Knight-wannabe, I'm Stella McCartney, 16 also, which I'm assuming you know too. So, shall we?" she waves her hand over the mess again. I nod, and we start cleaning up.
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