Another Talk

Third Person POV

"It took ten minutes for me to convince my mother," Scott said, he was dressed in a black shirt, a pair of black jeans and black sneakers. "Lucky bastard it took me twenty minutes," Stella said glaring at her best friend.

"And what are you going to? A funeral? You're dressed in all back" Stella said. She was dressed in a light green dress with small yellow flowers, green heels and her hair was pushed in a high curly ponytail.

"I'm surprised your wearing makeup" Stella glared at him. "Scott, you damn well know I don't like putting on makeup," She said as they walk out of her house and to her grey Jeep.

"Why did they invited us to this dinner anyway?" Scott asked he climbed in the passenger seat. "Weren't you listening? You wanted your inhaler back and this is the price we are paying" Stella told him, she buckled herself when she was in the driver's seat and drive off.

"Yes, but why a dinner? They could have just said we could go to a club or something" Stella rolled her eyes and turn her steering wheel to the other road. "You're asking me? Hello, I'm not psychic here" She said flailing her left hand while her right hand was holding the wheel.

"Just shut up and drive," Scott said as he playful rolled his eyes. "OH! Rude!" Stella faked gasp but laughed out her best friend's tone.

"So... I saw you looking at that new girl today in econ class," Stella said, Scott groan he knows what's coming next. "You like her don't you?" Stella said in a teasing tone. "Yes, I mean, why not? She's pretty, cute and will nice" Stella chuckled at her friend's definition.

"You like her, oh my God! Scott McDonald actually likes someone! Freaking finally!" Stella shouted as she grips the wheel in excitement. "Shut up it's not like you've done any better," Scott said.

"That guy in the woods, you like him? Don't you?" Stella kept her eyes focus on the road. "No" Scott huffed. "I've known you my whole life and I know when your lying," He said turning in his sit to look at the small girl.

"Okay fine! I do like him! But it looks like his taken" Stella whispered the last part. "And what is his not?" Stella rolled her eyes at Scott's question. "Fat chance, how can a guy as sexy and handsome as him be single?" Stella question.

"Stella, you deserve happiness," Scott said in a soft voice. "Yea, well it looks like happiness doesn't deserve me" Scott flinch in shock by his best friend words. Even if Stella was a cheerful, bubbly loudmouth girl, Scott knows all too well that's just a mask she loves to put up.

To hide her true self, to hide the real Stella Rain. Scott wishes that he could make Stella forget what happened that night, he would do anything in his power to make her forget but knows she's just, the Stella he knew when she was a baby.

"Sunny...." Stella felt a teardrop from her right eye when Scott use her nickname. "Oh, would you look at that we're here" She lucky park behind behind a black vehicle and climb out. She shut the door behind her and lean against it.

No, she had this mask on for too long, no way is she gonna let it down now, this mask is her salvation. Her Dad, not even her Dad knows this, Everytime when he asks if she was okay she always lies about it. She didn't want to worry her father then he is already.

Stella quickly wipes the tear from her eye and put on one of her many fake smiles. "Come on it's already six" By how the sun was setting it was six. "Sunny" She walks to Scott and grips his hand.

"Scotty, I'm okay, I'm okay" She lied to him but always does this to make him feel better. She looks up at his face and offers him a small smile.

"Come on" They both walk on the pavement until they reached the large brown doors. The two best friends shared one more look before they both nodded and Scott knocked the door.

"I'm glad you could make it" it was the same woman Stiles saw at the preserve, her black hair was in a curly bun, her red dress was red as blood and she wore black heels with golden bracelets. Stella smiled when she realized the woman had on no makeup and she still looks beautiful.

"Come on in everyone is waiting"