Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

It scared me, to see Stella punching the wall. I had never seen her go off like that, besides the time when Poe died. That was the only time she freaked out like she did. 

I kept my fingers in her hair, not wanting to fall asleep anytime soon. Eventually, I heard the front door to her house open. 

Her mom must be back. 

I carefully got out of the bed, sure not to wake Stella up. I tip-toed like a child down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I saw Mrs.Grant setting her purse down. 

"Hey, Mrs.Grant." I said, approaching her. 

"Oh, hey Will," Mrs.Grant smiled. "Where's Stella?"

"Uh," I cleared my throat. "Sleeping."

"Alright..." Mrs.Grant said unsurely. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah," I lied, scratching the back of my neck.

"Will..." Mrs.Grant warned. 

I sighed, giving up. "She got...mad, to say the least. She's fine now." 

"Okay then," Mrs.Grant checked her phone. "I need to go meet Stella's father, so are you going to stay here?"

"If that's okay with you..."

"Of course it is," Mrs. Grant put a hand on my shoulder. "Just know that you don't need to lie to me. I won't freak out about most things."

"Most things?" I repeated. I was about to say something else, but the look on Mrs.Grant's face drove me otherwise. 

"Unless you tell me that you got Stella pregnant." Mrs.Grant shot me a look. 

"What?!" I said innocently, shrugging my shoulders.

"I know..." Mrs.G patted my shoulder. 

"You know what?"

Mrs.Grant shot me a warning look. "I think you know what I know."

It clicked. "Stella told you? I promise, we were safe. But I have CF, so the chances of me being able too..." I trailed off. 

Wow, Will. Will you ever stop talking?

"I was guessing," Mrs.Grant picked up her purse. "Stella didn't tell me anything. I had a feeling."

"Oh," I said sheepishly. "Does her father know?"

"If he did," Mrs.Grant looked at my sympathetically. "You would be dead."

I laughed, thinking she was making a joke. But judging by the look on her face, I could tell she was being dead serious.

"I'm sorry..." I looked at the floor. 

Hmm... the tile is looking extra clean today. I wonder if they use a Swifter?

"It's fine, Will." Mrs.Grant smiled a little. "I'm not telling her father, because you are a great guy. And Stella loves you, so I approve."

My confidence boosted a bit, so I looked back up at her. "Thanks, Mrs.G."

"Take care of her," Mrs.Grant said, walking towards the door. "I'll see you later."

"Bye!" I called, careful not to be too loud. 

After I heard the door shut, I dared to breathe. 

"Holy shit," I told myself. "That was, great. Good job, William Mitchell Newman."

"Will?" A voice came from the bottom of the stairs. I turned to see Stella, rubbing her eyes. 

"Stell," I walked over to her. "I was just talking to you're mom. You can go back upstairs, if you're still tired."

Stella shook her head. "I'm not."

"What do you want to do?" I asked. "Do you need anything? Water? Chocolate?"

Stella laughed. "You are so cute when you turn into the 'Dutiful Boyfriend.' But no, thank you."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Dutiful Boyfriend?"

"Yes," Stella said, biting her lower lip. 

I laughed, leaning back on the counter. "So, my question is the same. What do you want to do?"

Stella slid her hands to my shoulders, and planted her lips on mine. I pulled her closer, my hand going to the nape of her neck. Stella's lips parted slightly, and I slipped my tongue to her mouth. Stella sighed into the kiss, before pulling away. 

Stella's big, hazel eyes gazed into mine. "I want you."

"Really?" I cocked my head. 

"Shut up." Stella rolled her eyes, before kissing me again. 

I slid my hands to her thighs and I picked her up. I brought her to the couch. "Is this okay?"

"Wait..." Stella hopped out of my arms and ran to the front door. She locked it, before turning to me. "We're safe."

I smirked. "Smart."

Stella broke into a run, jumping into my arms. My hands held her up, her legs wrapped around my waist. Stella twirled her finger around a loose strand of my hair. 

"I love you." I whispered into Stella's neck. 

"I know." Stella replied, as I set her down gently on the couch. I climbed on top of her, sliding my hand under her shirt. 

"You," I kiss her forehead. "Are stealing my signature cockiness. I feel threatened."

"Well," Stella's eyes taunted me. "You better get used to it."

"Don't test me," I whisper, before connecting our lips once more.