Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

So Stella agreed to the Europe trip. I was relieved, and really excited to go. We were going to hit Vatican City, where the Sistine Chapel is located. That wasn't all I had planned for the trip, though. One idea, scared the crap out of me, but I wanted to do it. I just don't know how it'll go down.

"Will," Stella was busy writing out the itinerary for the trip. "Just to recap, we're flying out of the local airport at 10 AM, so we'll need to leave here at, like, 8 AM."

I laugh, going over to the table she was sitting at. "Yes, you're right."

"I like to be organised, Will."

"I noticed," I put my hands on her shoulders. "So, what are your plans for the day?"

"In like, a half hour, my mom's gonna be here. I need to break the news about the trip to her, anyway. And my dad."

"Stella," I clear my throat. "They already know."

"What?"

"My mom told them already."

Stella shrugged. "Okay, then."

"As for me," I start. "I need to meet someone for lunch."

"Who?"

"Don't worry," I kiss her cheek. "I'm not sneaking around with some other girl. I need to talk to your dad about the trip."

That was a lie.

"You're meeting my father for lunch?"

"Yes," I laugh nervously. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Stella bites her lower lip. "I just wasn't expecting that."

"You seem upset," I point out. "Are you okay."

"I'm fine."

"No, your not," I say, before peppering her neck and cheek with kisses.

"Will!" Stella laughs. "That's not funny."

"It made you laugh," I take a step back as Stella stands up. She goes over to the sink and starts washing dishes.

I groan. "Stella..."

"Hmm?" Was the only response I got.

I stride over, and stand directly behind her figure. She doesn't react, so I decide to provoke a reaction.

I start tickling her waist, causing her to squirm... and drop a glass cup. I let my hands rest on her hips as I process what just happened.

Stella gasps. "William!"

"Oops.."

She swats my hand playfully, and I spin her around.

"Sorry," I smile innocently.

Stella just rolls her eyes before kissing me. Stella pushes me back until my back slams into the island counter.

"Oww," I smirk. "That hurt..."

"That's what you get for breaking a cup."

"Blah, blah, blah," I whine, before kissing her again. I pick her up, setting her down on the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

Things got pretty heated, and I was about to rip her shirt off when the front door opened.

"Stella, I'm ho-" The one and only, Erin Grant, stopped in her tracks. She cleared her throat, and Stella and I regained our composure.

"Uhh, hey Mom!" Stella laughed nervously, hopping off the counter.

Mrs. G rolled her eyes. "Thank god it was me, and not your father." She makes her way into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go..." I trail off.

"Stop right there," Mrs. Grant said, peering into the sink.

Shit.

"Why is my handcrafted glass cup from Mexico broken?"

I look over to Stella. "It was-"

"-me," Stella cut me off. "I broke it. Will and I got...distracted, so I forgot to clean it up."

I let out a sigh of relief. Mrs. Grant raises an eyebrow. "Lies."

"You're right," I clear my throat. "It was me. I'm sorry."

Mrs. Grant turns to Stella. "I swear if Wreak-it-Ralph here marries you-"

"Mom!" Stella snapped. "Zip it."

Mrs. G shrugged. "Okay."

I wink at Stella. "Marriage?"

Stella turns beet red. "No.."

I lean back on the counter, smirking. "Whatever you say, Princess."

But seriously. How bad would getting engaged be?