Is this love?

chapter 2 - a new friend

Stella's POV

I reach my apartment and settle down. I just throw away my books and lay down on my bed. I look at the time and it shows 4:00 pm. I decide to do some work for my job. For some time I get deeply involved in my work. When I finish my work, I look at the time and it shows 5:30 pm. I suddenly remember about Weston. I text Weston my address and get ready to meet him. I get confused because I am not able to decide what to wear, after five whole minutes I decide to wear a casual fit and decide to leave my hairs in braids.

As I get ready to leave my house, a notification on my phone pops up. It's from Weston.

It says, "I'll be there in ten minutes ;)"

I leave my apartment and wait at the entrance of the building for Weston to arrive. After few minutes a black Honda Civic stops in front of me. As the window of the car opens, I see Weston waving his hand and pointing me to sit in his car. I open the door and sit in his car.

"Hello again!" he says.

"Hi!" I reply awkwardly. Even though I am sitting in his car and he is there I front of me, I don't know what to say.

"Why are you so uneasy? Am I scary or something?" He asks me curiously.

I get surprised by his question. My mind goes blank and I just don't know what to speak.

"I-I ummm I don't know, I'm not really good at talking to people. I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you or anything." I say.

"Hey hey hey, don't freaking apologize for things you haven't done. It's okay, I understand. I just want to tell you that you can trust me. You don't need to worry so much, I won't hurt you." He says assuring me.

I don't know why but his words sound comforting.

"Okay then, I will trust you." I say as I smile at him.

He smiles back and asks me, "So shall we move now?"

I nod my head and he starts driving.

"So where are we going?" I ask him.

"I didn't really plan anything, I wanted to ask you." he says.

I think for some time and reply, "Do you like to look at the stars?"

"Hell yeah! So you want to go stargazing? Perfect! I have a farmhouse in the outskirts of the city, we can go there." he says.

"That sounds so fun!" I reply with a smile.

The rest of the drive is pretty peaceful and silent. I kinda get the feeling that he understands my silence and doesn't really mind it.

We reach his farmhouse after some time and he parks his car and we move towards the farmhouse. He tells me to wait as he brings some chairs and a table out in the open area. The sky is getting dark and I can see many stars in the sky. He pulls out a chair and asks me to sit.

"Would you like to drink anything? We have some beers and sodas here" he asks me.

"Soda would work." I reply.

He brings some snacks and soda and sits in front of me.

"Be as comfortable as you want, we can chill out here for as long as we want." he says.

I smile and reply, "Okay."

"So Stella, tell me about yourself." he says.

"Well, there isn't much to know about me. I'm a second-year art student at the college and I really like making my own music. What about you?" I reply to him.

"Okay so I'm Weston as you would already know. I am an art student too. I'm in the third year of my degree. Well, I'm the captain of the college's football team" he says.

For a moment I get shocked, now some things made sense. I had heard his name last year when our college's team won a competition. I get more confused about everything. I just can't believe that the captain of the football team would consider talking to me.

"Are you okay?" he asks me. He has a confused expression on his face.

"I-I don't understand. Why would a person like you talk to me?" I ask curiously.

"Haha, you're too cute. I just wanted to know you more because you seemed to be an interesting person. I've never seen anyone like you before." he says

I pass a weird smile because I don't know what to say to him.

"You don't seem to have many friends at the college. Are you doing okay?" he asks me as if he's concerned.

"Oh no that's okay, I've been used to it since my childhood. It's just that I have really become used to being alone." I tell him.

"Well, consider me a friend. I would really like to know you more." he says.

I feel a bit at ease. Even though I've become used to being alone, being with a friend hits different. It's been a long time since I talked my heart out.

"You're really sweet. I guess even though I've been used to being alone, having a friend is always different. It's like you feel a little less lonely." I say.

"Yes, you can talk to me anytime. So let me be honest, you seem like a mysterious girl. I'm curious what made you this way." he asks me.

"Well, I left my home when I was 18 because my parents were really abusive. I got into the university on a scholarship. The reason I don't have many friends is because I could never make any. I didn't have the time as I was trying to manage studies and money at the same time. Now after 4 years I have finally got stable with my life but then all this time I got too involved with myself that I forgot to make friends. I guess I've missed a lot of fun things during my teenage years as I never got the time, but it's okay because I could at least live the life on my own terms." I tell him.

"Woah! That makes sense. I'm sure you are a wonderful person and now that you are my friend I'll make sure you don't miss out on any fun from now! Everything will be great, I assure you." he says with a pleasant smile that makes me happy. I don't remember the last time I talked to a person who made me feel this happy.

"It really feels good to talk to a friend after so long. Thanks" I thank him.

"Don't mention it, I'll be there with you when you need me." he says.

I smile at him. Then I look at the time. It is close to midnight.

"I think we should head back home now." I say.

"Okay, if you wanna go home then we can." He replies back.

We head to his car. The drive home is silent again. I fell asleep for some time. I suddenly wake up as I hear Weston trying to wake me up.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we reached your house." he says.

I wake up and say goodbye to him and leave the car. I feel tired and exhausted. I enter my apartment and throw my stuff away and then slowly fall asleep again.

***Author's note: I will be grateful if you guys could vote and support my story if you like it. I would love to hear your comments about the story so far. Do you think Weston is as good as he seems?***