Chapter 7
Ella's POV:
So Declan wasn't lying when he said he was going to text me later. I thought that he would forget about it, but he didn't. Opening my phone, I text him back.
'Declan?'
'The one and only.' Declan replies almost instantly. My heartbeat speeds up in my chest. I'm actually texting Declan right now.
'Ha-ha, so funny.'
'Are you being sarcastic with me Lil' one?' I smile at this. When texting, I have so much more confidence. It's funny because I say things that I wouldn't usually say in person.
'Maybe.' I text back.
He sends me the smirking emoji and I laugh.. 'So...what r u up to?'
'I'm watching Netflix.' I respond.
'Come chill and watch Netflix with me, I'm bored.' He sends back a few seconds later.
I stare at my phone for a whole minute, shocked. Oh my goodness! He just asked me to go chill with him. I have never hung out with a boy alone before. Even if I did, what would I tell my mom?
'Are you serious?' I ask, twiddling my thumbs. I can't help but ask, because I've never once imagined or thought a boy would ask me, shy, nervous Ella, to hang out with them.
'Dead serious.'
'Are you sure?' I text, wanting to make sure I'm not dreaming.
'Positive, now get your cute butt over here!'
Now I know I'm not dreaming. My eyes scan over the text three times, a boy really did just ask me to come over.
I reply with, 'Okay...'
Jumping out of bed, I turn off my Tv and walk into the bathroom to brush my hair. I don't want it to look like I just woke up. Once done, I head down the stairs to the kitchen and take out a couple of bags of popcorn.
No, I don't really like popcorn, but it's a popular movie snack and I assume Declan, like most people, likes popcorn.
All ready to go, I make a quick trip around the house turning off the lights and also grab my car keys. Most of the time, I forget to turn off the lights and my mom gets mad, so I'm really trying to make a conscious effort to get out of that habit. On the way out, as I'm locking the door, a text comes from Declan. It's his address.
In my truck, I quickly type the address into Google Maps then start driving. On the way there, I decided to stop at a gas station and pick up a case of coke. I remember Declan drinking coke at the diner and we're going to need something to drink if we're having a movie marathon, so why not get coke?
I nervously hand over the money for the soda, looking everywhere but at the cashier. Once it's paid for, I scurry out and waste no time driving away.
The sun's setting streaking the sky in deep reds and oranges, the moon holds itself high, the shape of a crescent.
Right now, I'm driving through a little apartment complex. It's nice though. There are assorted flowers planted in front of the buildings and paved sidewalks. Google Maps said I have reached my destination, so I turn it off and park my car in the apartment building parking lot.
I check my phone to see if I'm at the right place and I am. So I send Declan a text saying 'What's your apartment number?' and within a minute he replies, 'twenty-six, top floor.'
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Her Rock
Teen FictionElla Mae Emerson, the girl who stays hidden at all costs, the girl who likes to be alone with eyes glued to the floor, words coming out as stutters, and nervousness her own personal shadow. She's just a girl who's trying to make it through the day w...