Teen Life

Chapter 1 - Getting To Know Him

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(Stella)

"You jerk! Stay away from me! I hate you!" I spat at him, turning away and walking out the front porch.

He grabbed my wrist, making me look into those entrancing grey eyes of his. "Maria, listen to me. I didn't want to do it, but she made me! Please, just give me another chance!"

I snatched my wrist back and continued walking to the car.

"Just listen, please!"

"I don't have time for this. I hope I never see your despicable face again," I growled, glaring at him. I pushed him back onto the concrete, and his bewildered yet hurt face wavered before me.

I stopped. I walked slowly up to him and planted a kiss onto his cheek, before I walked away and slammed the door of my car.

"CUT!" yelled the director with his outstandingly loud voice, standing up from his sagging chair. "Well done, my little actors-"

"-and actress," I said, smiling as I helped Parker up off the concrete.

"Well, yes," the director continued, rubbing his round tummy. "And I need to make an announcement, so mind covering your ears? CREW, IT'S PACK UP TIME! MAKE SURE YOU DON'T LEAVE ANYTHING BEHIND, LIKE LAST TIME, BECAUSE I HAD TO USE 80 BUCKS TO HIRE A CLEAN-UP SERVICE! LET'S GO EAT AT THAT FANCY STEAK PLACE ACROSS THE STREET IN TWENTY MINUTES!" He paused to catch his breath. "I can't WAIT to eat for free!" And with that, he left with a face full of glee.

The hall that had surrounded the make-shift house for our scene suddenly burst into a flurry of activity. I turned and faced Parker, only to find him staring back at me with a crooked smile.

"Good job today, Stell," he said, tucking a strand of my light brown hair behind my ear.

I grinned back at him. "For two 17-year-olds, yeah, I think we did pretty well."

His eyes held me in for a moment. This was why I felt so... different about Parker. His whole being, soul and all, could've held me in for eternity. I really, really liked him. Beyond words. To make it even more confusing, I didn't know if he liked me. He always acted like he was my best friend, probably because he was one of them, but being one of my best friends wasn't enough for me. He was Mr Perfect. His eyes, the perfect shade of mysterious, and his hair, light brown like mine, all crumpled up in a messy yet neat way, his skin, fair but turning light olive, and his personality. Oh, his personality. He could make you cheerful when you're heartbroken, outraged when you're joyous, happy when you're melancholy... he was one guy, to say the least.

"Well, I'm happy if you are. I don't know about you, but I don't feel like eating cheap steak which is paid for by the producer, every single time," Parker laughed.

And sure enough, the producer soon passed us, grumbling under his breath.

I took his hand, smiling as I did so. "Then let's go somewhere."

*

Parker stopped his car on the concrete and we both got out of his black convertible.The moon was rising and the sunset was at its strongest. We walked onto the wooden jetty and sat down on the end, slipping our legs into the cool water as I opened up a classic picnic basket with two folds to open up what was underneath.

He raised his eyebrows at this. "Seriously? When you told me to stop the car outside the shops, you went and bought this?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why not? It's straight from a Disney movie, and I like it. Besides, we're here for a midnight picnic."