^Troy^
Ella and I needed to talk. So that's why I barged into her house.
*Ella*
The couch was covered in wrappers of Hershey's chocolate and I sat there crying and eating a Snicker's bar. "Don't judge me." I whispered.
"But Ella-" Troy started.
"DON'T JUDGE ME!" I yelled and threw a beautiful blue and green floral vase across the room. Dirt splattered all over the kitchen floor and a yellow flower was on the counter. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut, and locked it. I slid my back down the door and put my knees to my chests, put my head down, and started sobbing.
"Ella let me in." Troy said quietly.
"No!" I yelled.
An hour passed and Troy was still patiently waiting on the other side of the door.
I slowly opened the door. Troy jumped to his feet and started to apologize. "Just come in" I told him. We sat side by side against the door.
"So how was the date?" I asked, painfully.
"I ran as soon as we got to the Chinese place."
"Oh" I said sort of happily.
"You were doing so well. Why did you stop and start crying?"
"I don't know. I'm just stupid." I answered.
"You are not stupid. I never want to hear you call yourself that again."
"Don't say that to make me feel better."
"I'm not, I swear! I think you're sweet, beautiful, kind, and just perfect."
"Troy," I explained, "I am not sweet or kind or beauti-"
I felt Troy's soft warm lips on mine and knew that me, Ella Summers, had finally fallen in love- with someone who (hopefully) likes her back.
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Size Doesn't Mean Everything
ComédieElla likes the new next door neighbor, Troy, and has no way to get him to like her because of her size. Also Sydney (who used to go out with Troy) wants Troy back. And she won't take no for an answer! What will Ella do to get Troy to like her? Will...
