F•R•I•E•N•D•S~A NRDD Love story

Damia household

Previously on Friends....

He nods. "So what do you say? You can have my sister's room and my mom can drop you off at your house tomorrow."

"Yeah. Thanks Mack. I really appreciate it."

"It's the least I could do after what just happened. We should probably get out of here so they don't try to find you."

I laugh. "Yeah.
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Ella's POV

I'm so happy Mack let me stay at his house for the night. I don't want to see or talk to any of the quads ever again. Maybe Dicky, because his gullibility tried to warn me, but I thought because Dawn is brighter than he is, he was wrong. But out of all of them, Nicky hurt me the most. He probably never even liked me. He was just using me to prove himself to his brothers and sister.

I can't believe I ever liked him! What a jer....I can't call him m that. As much as Nicky hurt me, I still really like him. Stupid heart.

Mrs. Damia is called me down for dinner now. I really don't feel hungry, but I don't want to seem rude or hurt her feelings, so I decide to join them at the dinner table. They're having lasagna, which I kinda like, but it makes my stomach hurt sometimes. I'm not like lactose intolerant either.

When I get downstairs, I see Mack sitting behind the table by himself, and as I take the seat next to him, he smiles.

"Where's your mom?" I ask.

"Oh, she's taking the lasagna out of the oven and letting it cool down," he replies.

"That's cool." I'm so awkward around him. Especially after him seeing what happened at the party."

"I didn't record it," He says as if reading my mind.

I smile at him. "I know. Thank you. Not just for that. But for letting me sleep here tonight."

"It's no problem."

His mom walks over to us with the lasagna and sets it on the table. "Dinner is served!" Mack's mom is about my height, which is a little shorter than Mack himself. She has brown hair like Mack and big hazel eyes. Mack looks a lot like her, but I won't compare him to his parents yet until I see his dad.

"Thanks for letting me stay here Mrs. Damia. I really appreciate it."

She waves it off. "It's nothing, sweetheart. You can stay here as long as you like. I'll make Mack's sister sleep on the couch or something. She might be mad, but she'll get over it."

I smile and so does Mack, but he rolls his eyes a little. Once his mom is seated, we all dig in.

After about 8 or so spoons, I decide I can't eat anymore, but there's still a lot left on my plate, so I just put tiny bites in my mouth. I'm not full, my stomach just hurts again.

"So Mack," Mrs. Damia starts. "How come you didn't tell me you had such a pretty friend?"

"Mom!" Mack says. She laughs and I blush.

"So Ella, what's your story?" She asks.

"My story?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah. Like what's your life story. Who are you related to? Facts about you, etc."

"Um...okay. My parents and I are originally from New York. At least, that's where I've lived my whole life. My mom is Puerto Rican and African American, and my dad is Caucasian, so I'm...multiracial. You know Mae, right?"

"Of course! She's Mack's crush's best friend!" Mrs. Damia says. Mack's face is red.

"Well, she's my cousin from my mom's side."

"That's nice," she replies. "You two should probably get to bed. See you in the morning."

She kisses Mack and I on the temple and we all go off to sleep. After like 30 minutes, I go to Mack's bedroom and slowly open the door.

"Mack?" I whisper.

"Come in." I close the door behind me as I enter his room. "What's up?"

Without saying a word, I jump on his bed and give him a tight hug. "Thank you for cheering me up today," I whisper.

"You're welcome."