Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

STELLA

I cant find anything to wear. What the heck am I suppost to wear to a date anyway?

After a lot of digging, I came across a pair of black leggings that fit me like a glove. This could work. I slipped those on and continued scavenging for a top. After a half hour of no luck, I wandered downstairs to find my mother. She was busy reading a book in her bedroom. 

"Hey Mom?" I asked. "Do you have any nice shirts I could borrow? 

"Yes," My mother set down her book. "Why may I ask?"

"I'm going on a date with Will." I stated. 

"Aww. That's great. You know, you should have him over for dinner one of these days."

"Yeah, I'll ask him," I looked around my mom's room. "Where are the shirts?"

"Top shelf, Stella." My mom picked up her book again. 

I rummaged through the shelf and stopped when I came to a button up blue top; with an embellished collar.  

(Sorry about the pic of Betty Cooper. I just loved the shirt and it was the only pic I could find of it. Then again I also blessed your eyes.)

This would have to work. 

"Thanks, Mom." I say, exiting her room shirt in hand. 

"No problem," She called. 

I ran upstairs and threw it on. I kept my hair down; applying mascara and eyeliner.  I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror. 

For once, I felt pretty. Desirable. 

I sat down on my bed and checked the time. 6:30. My heart rate continued to rise as the minutes ticked by. 

Finally, there was a knock on my front door. I bolted down the steps and swung the door open. Will stood there, in a grey T-shirt and black ripped jeans. 

"Stella," Will whispered. "Holy-"

"I finally got you speechless. Sort of." I smirked, leading him inside. 

"Hey, Mrs.Grant." Will shook my mothers hand. 

"Will," My mom greeted. "It's nice to see you again."

"Same here, Mrs.Grant." Will shot her a charming smile. 

"Well," My mom turned to me. "Go on. Have fun."

"Bye, Mom!" I called as Will and I stepped outside; closing the door behind us. 

Will interlaced our fingers as we walked hand in hand down the street. 

"So," Will said, caressing my knuckles. "I was thinking that we could grab dinner, and-" Will stopped.

"What is it?"

"Uh," Will looked at me nervously. "You might not be up for this, I mean my last girlfriend wasn't but-" Will took a deep breath. "Do you want to go to a couples counseling meeting and pretend that our marriage is fucked up?"

I stopped walking. "Do what?!"

"We go to a couples counseling meeting, and pretend we're married. Then, we tell the counselor some crazy ass things. Like 'oh, Will always puts the toilet paper roll on backwards and it pisses me off' ."

I started cracking up. "How much trouble will we get in?"

"None if they don't find out. Its very promising."

This was time for Stella Grant to prove that she can be fun. And exciting. "Fine."

Will's eyes popped. "Seriously? I mean, we don't have to..."

"Yes, Will. I'll do it."

Will looked down.  "Sorry, I know its really weird. I've just always wanted to do this.."

"Can we go now?" I asked. 

Will's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes," I laughed. "Then we'll go grab dinner." 

This is gonna be fun.