Stella's POV
After I got off stage with Louis I went to go lay down in my dressing room. I was feeling light headed. I don't know what happened when Venom was using me as a host, but whatever it was made me feel so drained. Ava was still drawing, which was weird to me because she used to love watching Louis perform.
"How come you're not out there?" I asked her.
"Shh... I'm focused." She said.
"Ahh." I replied. Ava sometimes hyper focused, particularly when she was doing art. Nothing else mattered to her besides what she was working on. Not even a Louis Tomlinson concert. Although in her defense she'd seen an insane amount of Louis Tomlinson concerts. So since she was focused, I decided to call Peter. One problem.
"Ava, do you know where my phone is?" I wondered. She winced.
"I think it's in your jeans." She said cautiously.
"What?" I asked, wondering why she was acting weird.
"The jeans that were soaking wet when I pulled them off you." She told me. I winced in return. She pointed to a pile of clothes in the corner and I walked over to inspect the damage. Everything was black and burnt and also soaking wet. The pockets of my jeans felt heavy. I pulled out my phone and sure enough, it didn't turn on. The case that had previously been clear with a Polaroid of me and Peter inside was now black from ash.
"What the hell happened to me?" I asked, more to myself than to Ava because I knew she didn't have a clue. Also in the pocket of my jeans I felt a piece of paper, so I pulled that out. As soon as I saw the pretty handwriting in gold ink I let an involuntary squeal.
"What was that?" Ava asked me.
"Eros left me a note." I said. "Don't tell Louis, last time Eros left..."
"LOUIS!" Ava yelled, getting up.
"He's onstage, sell out." I complained.
"Damn. Seeing him torture you is one of my favorite hobbies." Ava replied. I rolled my eyes. She came over to me and put her head on my shoulder so she could read it. Or at least look at it because it was written in cursive and...
"I can't read cursive." She pouted.
"Do I have to do everything around here?" I teased. I started reading out loud.
"Thank you for the good time, my sweet Stella. If you ever want to take me up on my offer to help your fire headed friend with my services, you know how to reach me."
"You know how to reach him? How do you reach him? I want you to reach him like right now, I want to see this Eros you love so much." Ava explained.
"That's between me and Eros." I smirked.
"Call Eros right now." She ordered, pinching my arm.
"Ow, stop psycho. You're too old to be pinching people." I told her.
"You're right." She said, and then I felt her bite my shoulder through the thick sweatshirt.
"Ow Ava!" I laughed, pushing her away. "If you're trying to get me to want to lure you out to a dugout, it's not working." I was trying to embarrass her by bringing up the dugout thing, but I think I was more embarrassed saying it than she was hearing it.
"You see right through me, Stell-Stell. Keep reading or I'll bite you again." She threatened.
"You don't have to threaten me, you know? You could just ask nicely." I pointed out. She bit me again.
"Ow, okay!" I laughed.
"You know how to reach me..."
"Wait, did he say fire headed friend? What does that mean?" Ava asked, even though I had said "fire headed friend" a long time ago. It was like it just hit her.
