Him... Stuart Twombly

Prologue

Ella's POV

"You can come back here and work as a waitress, I heard there was a cafe down the street looking for help." My Mum says through the phone, I sigh and drop my head in defeat.

"Mum it's okay. I'll find a job on my own, I'm a big girl." I whine through the phone, like whining is going to help me sound mature.

"I know but you have no money for rent after you graduate, which is pretty soon. I just don't want you to be left on your own and stranded in the big bad world, I just want to help you." I hear her sigh and it comes out muffled.

"Okay, why don't I make a deal with you? If I don't find a job by the time I graduate then I'll move back in with you until I find one. That will mean that I won't have to worry about money and we can search for a job without the stress. That'll also mean you aren't worried about where I am and what I'm doing. Deal?" I pray over and over inside my head she'll say yes. I hate living at home, as soon as I got the opportunity to leave, I was out of there. Dad is yelling at me when Mum isn't telling me what I'm doing wrong and what I need to do, It all got too overwhelming and I spent my high-school years buried in books .

There is a long pause in the other end and I can't handle the suspense anymore. "Okay." She finally agrees.

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Okay great. I'm going go and search for a job on the internet. I'll call you if I find anything." I quickly hang up the call before she can say anything else.

"Okay now all I have to do is find a job. Great." I say to myself. Andy, my roommate, always talks to herself and I guess I'm spending too much time in this room.

I get off the small couch in our little dorm room and pick up the laptop off the seat beside me. I flop onto my bed with a sigh before opening my laptop and logging into Google. My fingers fly across the keyboard, I don't know why or where I got this talent from but I'm absolutely fabulous with computers and computer programming. I type in 'Jobs' and find millions of websites. This is going to take forever if I'm going to search like this.

'Jobs you need a college degree for.' I quickly delete that, I don't have my college degree yet. I need to know I have the job as soon as I leave college or Mum well force me to stay with her. An internship maybe. I could apply as an intern over the upcoming summer and if I work really hard I'll be able to secure a job so when I graduate I could go stat to work. 'Internships.' I scroll through the endless websites and advertisements with a wondering eye. Marketing Assistant Internship, Accounting Internship, So- This is not doing me any good.

"Ugh!" I scowl myself. I need to find something I'm interested in. Well my major is computer science so why not something to do with computers?

'Computer related internships.' The first website that comes up is Google Internship Program. What the fuck? When did Google ever have an Internship program? I excitedly click on the website and read through every small detail on the page. Half an hour later and I'm already submitting my application.

...-...

"Andy I can't do this. I'm not smart. I'm the dumbest person in the freaking world! What the fuck am I going to do when they find out they mixed up the applications and they rejected me instead of a super intelligent girl but they sent the wrong email?" I stop my pacing and stand in front of Andy who is currently sitting on her bed watching me having a panic attack. "What am I going to do?" I wave my arms and grunt in frustration.

Andy laughs before getting up and walking into our shared closet. "No matter how amusing this is, you need to calm down okay. This is Google we're taking about, of course they wouldn't mixed the applications and emails up. They want to know more about you, to see if you're right for the intern. You are a super intelligent girl who knows her stuff, they wouldn't have asked you for the interview if they thought otherwise." I see her shuffling through the closet before pulling out my red and black lucky flannel before throwing it at me. "Where this and you'll be fine. It goes great with the white top you're wearing and I know it's your lucky shirt." I smile at her before indulging her in a massive hug.

"Thank you so much." I step away before slipping into the red flannel. "How do I look?"

"Perfect." She smiles. I hear my laptop beeping signalling I have a Skype call. "Now go kick some ass. I'm going to go and get some chocolate and ice-cream to eat after the interview. Good luck." She hugs me on last time before pushing me over to my laptop.

I nervously sit, legs crossed, on my bed and bring the laptop on my lap. "Here goes nothing." I breathe out as I swipe the cursor across the screen and accept the call. "Hi"

...-...

"So how did it go?" Andy signs as she walks into the dorm room, plastic bags hanging off her arms. I don't answer, I don't even move. "Ella?" I hear her footsteps getting closer until she's standing in front of me. "Ella? Are you okay?"

"I'm going to die homeless and poor!" I suddenly burst out getting a fantastic reaction form Andy.

"Wh- What? I-uh-I do-" Andy stutters taken back from my sudden outburst. Andy has never stuttered in her life, she always knows what to say. Until now.

I laugh hysterically, throwing my head back and falling onto my back. "You should have seen your face." I continue to laugh as I struggle to get up, the cramps I'm getting from laughing this hard is killing me, but it's totally worth it. Once I calm down I can easily jump off the bed. "So what you get?" I rush to the bags Andy placed on the table but I stop in my tracks as Andy fly's around and stands guard, blocking my way to whatever she bought.

"First, tell me what happened?" She raises her eyebrow at me and I smile proudly.

"It went pretty good, actually fantastic. The people who were interviewing me were so easy going and I felt really comfortable talking to them. I'm not sure how I went, but I know I didn't stutter once."

"That's my girl." She brings her hand up for a high-5, I slap it before running around and opening the plastic bag. Inside I see different kinds of chocolates, sweets, ice-creams and movies.

"I'm going to be so fat by the end of this. I love it!"

...-...

My finger aches as I continuously slam it on the re-fresh button. "Ella, if you don't stop soon that thing is going to break in half." She chuckles.

I glare at her from my bed as she's on hers. "Can they be any slower? All I want is to see if I got in or no-Oh my God." I stop hitting the button as I see an email coming through, from Google.

"What? What?" Andy jumps from her bed to mine causing the whole bed to shake. She sees the unopened email and shoves me slightly. "Open it."

I shake my head stubbornly. "Nope. I already know what it will say. 'I'm sorry to inform you but Ella you suck shit and I can't believe we actually considered you as an intern for this program. You're rejected' I bet you that's what it says."

"Oh come on." Andy flicks my hands aside before moving the cursor and opening the email.

'Congratulations Ella Mono, Welcome to Google.'

I gasp at the words and my hand flies to my face and covers my dropped jaw. "You did it!" Andy squeals while jumping on my bed. "You made it to Google!"

"I did it?" I question myself, still not believing what I'm seeing. "I did it!" I yell and start jumping on the bed.

"I can't believe I'm going to Google."