I am Ella | Romantic Stranger things fan fic

Chapter Seven: Definitely Love.

I laughed, my fawn skin tone going rouge. I had much darker skin than Finn's side of the family. I had gotten it from my dad. And when my father's alabaster skin and my mother's hazelnut tone mixed, it had made my golden toned skin.
I sang while I was making the popcorn. I made up the lyrics, and the melody as I went along. I felt the presence of someone behind me,  so I turned around and seen Noah standing in the doorway. How long had he been there?
He came over and handed me a blue Gatorade.
"I don't drink the red ones." He whispered to me.
"Me neither."
"Hey, Ella, that was really good. How did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know. I guess it runs in the family."
"Yeah, maybe."
He was looking at my head, and he noticed the scar I had. It went up to my hairline.
"Hey, Ella? What's that?" He asked me, pointing up to the scar.
"It's nothing." I told him, turning my head away from him.
"Ella? What's wrong?" He took my face in his hands, and saw the tears in my eyes.
"Ella, tell me."
"It's nothing, Noah." One tear dropped from my eye. I wiped it really quick.
"Okay."
I heard the microwave beep, and quickly turned around to grab the last bag of popcorn out of the microwave. I put 3 bowls on a tray and brought them to the lounge room. Noah followed.
When I got there, Caleb and Finn were play fighting, which made me really nervous that someone was gonna get hurt, Millie and Gaten were laughing hysterically at who knows what, and Sadie and Chloe were taking pictures together.
"Popcorn!" I yelled. I instantly regretted it. Everyone came running. I set the popcorn tray down, quickly and carefully on the table that had been standing right by me, and ran out of the room.
I didn't make it too far, because I had tripped on something, and started falling. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see myself hit the hard ground. But before I actually hit the ground, I felt someone catch me.
"Awwwwwww...." I heard everyone whispering.
I looked up to see who had caught me.
Noah.
He was smiling at me, and I felt the tears coming back. Now that I had cried once, I couldn't stop.
"Noah, please set me down." I heard my voice crack.
But, he set me down, and I ran up the stairs to my room.
"Ella! Wait!" I could hear his voice coming closer. I got to my room, slammed the door, (or so I thought) and flopped on my bed. Although, I hadn't heard the door close. I looked up, and there he was. Noah. Standing in my bedroom. Closing the door lightly behind him. And locking it. He looked over at me in pain. Like he was sorry that I was upset. He walked over to my bed and sat down on the corner. I pushed myself up, and sat cross-legged, facing him. 
"Ella? Why did you run?" He asked me.
I started tearing up again. I put my head in my hands, but he pulled them away.
He looked me straight in my eye. "Ella, please talk to me."
I shook my head, as if to tell him that I really didn't want to talk about it. I think he understood.
He put one hand on my jawline, and had the other hand entangled in my hair. He looked at me.
I nodded. I knew what he wanted.
He leaned in, and pulled my face onto his.
He kissed my tear soaked lips. I had never felt anything so soft.