Something Special

It was never just an ordinary summer for Stella. This is her story

Constructive criticism welcome :) Don't be afraid, I won't bite.

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Chapter 1

And So it Began

Dear Elise,

Looking back now, I can see how people might dismiss it as just another story about a whirlwind summer romance. And maybe, in a way, it is. But I believe that summer was different from all the others in my lifetime. I believe it was something special.

My darling, you've often asked how it all happened, where the story started. Every time, however, I told you it was a story for another day. Today happens to be that day. Were I you, I would settle up with a mug of tea and a blanket. You’re in for a long letter. I wouldn't be surprised if my hand fell off in the midst of writing the story.

Now, to give you a little history, the summer in question is the summer after my freshman year of college. I was fresh out of my first year at Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia, where I was studying to be a writer/English teacher. I was single, and had been all my life (yes, I was one of those girls, although not by choice. I promise). If things went according to plan, I would soon be a high school English teacher who wrote novels on the side (I was naïve back then. You’ll have to bear that in mind). I was mostly happy, but I was also filled with self-doubts and little nagging worries that didn't make much sense to me, much less anyone else.

When I came home, the summer I had in mind was a peaceful one. It was relaxing, and involved zero stress. The days were filled with lounging by the poolside, or curling up with a book someplace cool. It left no place for my worries to rest or brew in the back of my mind. It was a summer made for letting go of them, along with the self-doubts and any pieces of unhappiness I held deep within me. Of course, that was not the way it turned out. Things never turn out the way we want them to, do they?

Elise, the first thing that happened to me that summer was a sleepover in the airport. Oh yes. My flight was delayed due to huge thunderstorms in the area. I couldn't get home to Chicago until maybe the next day. So I found the comfiest chair one can find in an airport and settled in for the night, using a light jacket as a blanket. I managed to fall asleep and stay that way for a few hours, and then around midnight I woke with a start. Realizing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I got up and began to wander around.

That was the first time I saw him. He was sitting alone on a chair much like the one I had previously occupied, looking both lost in thought and concerned. My first thought wasn't about how attractive he was, or about how I wanted to kiss him immediately, or anything like that. No, it definitely was not love at first sight. But there was something about him that made me walk over to him and take a seat on the chair to his right. After that, I was too afraid to say anything.

"You stuck here, too?" He asked. I only nodded. "Where are you going?"

"Chicago. I’m going home for the summer." I managed to say. He smiled at me in response. "What about you?"

"I’m headed for Chicago, too. My band’s playing some gigs there. These damn planes better get up and flying soon or I’ll miss the first show." He sighed, a little bit frustrated, and leaned back in his chair. "What’s your name?"

"Oh…it’s Stella," I said rather awkwardly. I could not make my mouth speak in its usual, semi-smooth way, and so everything I said came out choppily and, well…awkward. "What’s yours?"

"I’m Alexander, but everyone calls me Xander," He replied, looking a bit surprised that I asked. At that moment, three other boys came running towards Xander. He glanced over at me, as if searching for something in my face. But he found nothing, or so I guessed, and turned to face the boys gathered in front of him. "Oh, these fine boys would be Gavin, Eric, and Matt."

"Hey! I’m Stella," I replied with a smile and a wave. Each boy gave a little wave in response. Suddenly with the presence of more people, I unraveled the mess of awkwardness that was me and became my normal, semi-functional self. "Um…this might sound a little odd, but do I know you? Or have I seen you somewhere? Because y’all look familiar."

"Maybe, maybe not. Why does it matter? You know us now," one of the boys, Gavin, I thought, said. I shrugged and forgot about it. "Now, would you like to join us in one of the fantabulous airport restaurants? Because I am famished, my darling."

I laughed, "Why, I would be delighted!"

"Where did that Southern Belle accent come from?" Xander asked, his mouth twisting up into a crooked smile. It suited him though, and it didn't look creepy at all. We all began walking in a vague direction, and I didn't particularly mind that I had no idea where we were heading. It was all very strange. They could’ve been taking me somewhere to kill me, but I still had a smile on my face and a hop in my step.

"Um, my mouth? I did it on purpose, you know. I was born and raised in the Chicago area," I said offhandedly. Xander rounded his mouth into the shape of an o, making me roll my eyes a little. "I've known you for less than five minutes and I already think you’re a dork. Congratulations, have a cookie."

"A cookie? I want a cookie! Stella, can I have the cookie?" Matt asked excitedly. I gave him a look and pushed him away from me a little. I laughed and told him he couldn't, enjoying myself when he started to pout. And just like that, we had reached the destination I assumed had been previously arranged between the band members.

Elise, I honestly had no clue what I was getting myself into in that moment. But I wouldn't change a thing, even if I could. I suppose you’ll see why very, very soon.

Here it is, my next project! Whoop whoop! Okay, so this is pretty much a long letter telling the story of Stella, and...yeah.Who do y'all think Elise is? Let me know what you think so far! :)

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