What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 7

Stella's POV:

**Flashback**

"Hello Mr and Mrs. Lerman, I'm Stephania Sinclair. You can just call me Stephanie." I watched as these strange people shook my mothers hand. They had just moved in 3 doors down. It was a couple nearly the same age as my mother. They looked kind. The woman had black hair and sparkling blue eyes and the man had brown hair with green eyes with creases in the corners from smiling. I said my polite hello then asked if i could go home.

"Sure. Go on," My mother chided, waving her hand with a smile. I ran home, but instead of staying there, i went out back, through the fence and into the woods behind the yard. I went deeper and deeper until i found the spot. I had built a swing back here with my father when he was alive. Recently i had added a hammock to read my books in. Before i could do anything, i noticed a boy about my age with black hair and a blue hoodie sitting on my hammock.

"Excuse me. I believe you're in my hammock," I called. They boy didn't even look up from the book in his hand.

"You're excused. This is not your tree nor your property." His sneering voice was really annoying! I walked over, gripping the fabric beneath his body, and pulled. He let out a yelp as his body jerked and splayed on the ground beneath.

"What the...!" He shouted wiping his clothes off. He stood up, glaring. "You...i like you." He let out a chuckle at my confused look. "What's your name?"

"Stella." I was not about to give him my full stupid name just so he could jeer at me some more. He eyed me with big blue eyes and raised eyebrows.

"Stella...that's pretty. Except," He paused, "I heard your mother say your name was Estella Something something Sinclair?" He smirked at me. Shit! My mother already splirted out my name. Wait...How does he know my mother?

"It's Estella Lucia Arabella Sinclair, but that's too much so i go by Stella," I muttered, looking down.

"Estella...I like it. I'm Logan. I moved into the house about 3 doors down from you." That's how he looked so familiar! He was the couple's son from a few doors away. "So Estella, How would you like to be friends?" He smile faltered as i paused before answering.

"Depends. What are you reading?"

"The name of the star."

"Best friends!" I beamed at him as we locked our pinkies. This would be a good friendship. If only i knew how good.

**End of flashback**