Chapter 4

And I mean, if he was going to tell me he loved me, would I have been ready for it? Would I have replied? Would I have ran off like I always did when I couldn't handle a certain situation? I wasn't sure. And I didn't want to think about it, anyway. It was just another thing to slowly drive me mad. I try to distract me as I lean against the van, watching Stella as she grumbles under her breath and grabs the gas pump.  It seems that Stella's been more on edge then ever. And I wasn't too sure as too why. I've just noticed lately that she's been incredibly ancy and she's constantly pacing once we get out of the van. And I can tell something major is on her mind. But I wouldn't dare to ask what she was thinking so intently about. I hadn't known Stella long, but I have enough common sense to realize Stella doesn't wish to discuss her feelings nor her problems. She's reserved, most of the time. Or well, with her past. In a way, she reminds me of a girl-v