Chapter 1:
It was summer vacation and Stella was walking to the market one day with a shopping list in one hand and some cash her mother left her before heading to work in her pocket. Stella was 5'2'', plump, slightly larger chest than others of her age, naturally blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and she wore purple glasses. Timmy was 6', muscular, shaggy black hair, brown eyes, tattoos up and down his left arm, wears dark sunglasses. She always wore a braid and it would lay on her shoulder and she would play with the tip. Timmy was with his father when he was given a hand full of cash and sent to the same market as Stella; she was strolling the isles looking for the things on her mother's list just scanning the shelves, not paying attention to what she was around her. When she got to the hardwear isle she bumped into Timmy and fell backwards, she sat up and started rubbing her head. Timmy had fallen backwards too and cracked his back when he sat up. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." Stella said standing and helping Timmy up.
"It's ok, I need to pay attention more than I do." Timmy said with a Jersey drowl.
Stella moved strands of her hair out of her face and saw Timmy's hair still in his face as he stood up fixing his wrist bands. He pushed his hair over his eye and looked at Stella with an awwed look and took his sunglasses off showing his dark brown eyes, Stella fluttered her big blue eyes at him and smiled a pretty little smile and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Stella Jones." She said extending her hand.
"Timmy Accardo. Nice to meet you Stella." Timmy said shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Timmy." Stella said with a smile.
Stella held her braid in her hand again and looked at him with stars in her eyes, Timmy looked back at her and noticed how beautiful she was. But before he could say anything she picked up her basket and left, Stella was looking for some glass cleaner for her mom and it was on the isle she met Timmy on. So instead of going back and having an excuse to see him again she looped around and walked back down the isle and saw something where she had been standing and kneeled down to pick it up. She was crouched down and she was holding a little cross that was on her necklace, Stella stood back up and grabbed the glass cleaner and paid for her stuff and walked home. As she was walking, her Ex drove up beside her and kept trying to talk to her about taking him back. She just ignored him as best she could. Stella had dated the star QB of her school for two years and she caught him cheating on her with a Cheerleader at the last game of the year their sofmore year. He was in the car with his friends sitting on top of his seat trying to talk to her. Stella had nothing to say to him. As she turned a corner they drove in front of her and he told her to stop, she kept walking, she just went around. Her Ex jumped out and ran after her while his buddies were yelling at him to leave her alone.
"Stella, listen. I'm sorry for what I did." He said grabbing her arm tightly.
"Ty, let go of me please." Stella asked nicely.
"Stella, just take my appology and get back together with me." Ty said tightening his grip.
"Ty, that really hurts, let go!" Stella said almost in tears dropping her bag.
"Leave her alone." Someone demanded from behind Ty.
Ty turned around and saw this emo looking boy standing holding rope in his hand. "Timmy" Stella mouthed while Ty's back was turned, Ty let go of Stella's arm and started towards Timmy. "What'd you say punk?" Ty said walking towards him clutching his fists.
"I said, leave her alone." Timmy said standing tall.
"Listen here you emo freak this is between me and my girl, so just get on your way." Ty said turning back to Stella.
Timmy took the rope he had in his hands and wrapped it around Ty's ankles with one swift movement and pulled his feet from under him. Stella wanted to smile because Ty had put his hands on her many times and only broken her wrist once. Timmy put his foot on his back and bent down and whispered in his ear.
"Now appologize, for hurting this little lady." Timmy whispered into Ty's ear.
"I'm sorry for hurting you Stella." Ty said quietly.
"She didn't hear you." Timmy said through his teeth pressing his foot into Ty's back harder.
"OW! Stella I'm sorry!" Ty screamed.
Timmy looked up to see if she heard it and she nodded and he got off and took the rope off his ankles. The violence Timmy shows is the Mobter in him. Timmy walked over to Stella taking his sunglasses off and taking her wrist ever so gentally, picked her bag up, and walked her home. Stella was smiling the whole way because no one had ever done that for her since the break-up last year. They walked the whole way in silence. When they reached her home she walked up to the door and he walked with her.
"Timmy, thank you." Stella said taking her bag and walking in.
She walked in the door before he could say anything to her and walked back to his father to give him the rope and tape he needed.

Three Weeks Later.

Stella was sitting on a park bench sketching and looking around and she was drawing Timmy's face with his hair covering one eye and his sunglasses on top of his head, with that frown he had. Even though she only knew him for a few hours she felt as if she had known him for years. Timmy was at the same park but was sitting at the skate ramps drawing Stella's face and part of her braid, and her pretty smile. Timmy was wearing his sunglasses as he drew, neither knew the other was there, Stella packed up her drawing book and her pencils in her bag and started home reading a poetry book. She was wearing an pair of old jeans and a simple blue shirt with black designs on it, and a pair of sandles, along with her glasses. Timmy was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, black Vans sneakers, and a white V neck shirt. He kept putting more and more fixtures to Stella's face and her braid, as he went to add little stars to her eyes he heard some of the skate borders whistling and calling at a girl, Timmy sat up and saw a familiar braid and saw as Stella walked on by, she had turned for a brief moment to glare and comtinued on. Timmy got up with his books in hand, making sure he had his poetry book in hand and caught up with her and saw a braice on her right wrist (the one Ty almost broke) and placed his hand on hers. Stella turned and saw a bright smile and dark hair covering beautiful brown eyes, Stella raised her hand and brushed the hair away from his eyes and saw those beautiful brown eyes that had been there on a beautiful face.
"Remember me?" Timmy asked in a sweet tone.
"Yeah, it's Timmy right?" Stella asked smiling.
"Yeah, Stella is it?" Timmy asked with his hand still on hers,"Is your wrist okay?" He asked taking her arm in his hand.
"Yeah, my parents saw that I was favoring it and I was taken to the hospital right away now I'm stuck with a braise for another week." She said with a small smile.
Timmy nodded as Stella took her hand back and walked on with Timmy following her like a lost puppy.
"Wait." Timmy said running to her side.
"Yeah." Stells said stopping at a corner.
"You never gave me your number." Timmy said with a sly smile.
"Never thought I offered it." Stella said putting her hand on her phone.
Timmy shrugged his shoulders and pulled a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote down his number and handed it to Stella. She took the pen from him and wrote down her number on a piece of paper with a heart around her name and walked away with his number in hand. As she was walking she heard footsteps behind her and they were coming up fast, Stella turned around and saw Timmy running to catch up with her. He stopped and looked at her.
"Stella, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?" Timmy asked out of breath.
"I have to work tonight." Stella said.
"Where do you work?" Timmy asked.
"At a little shop in town named 'SCENE SPOT'." Stella said with a smile. "Well, what time you get off?" Timmy asked with a sly smile.
"I get off about 9:30, but my father wants me home by ten so I can't really do anything without his approval." She said with a small frown.
"Well, I go into that store a lot and maybe I should go in tonight and steal you away for a few hours." Timmy said with a sly smile.
Stella giggled and her phone rang, it was her father; she answered it and walked to the side, Timmy watched her and he saw his father's car drive by, but they didn't slow down. Stella came back smiling.
"Why so happy?" Timmy asked smiling.
"I asked my dad if I could stay out a little late with a friend and he said it was alright just when I get in not to wake him." Stella said grinning from ear to ear.
"Great!" Timmy said smiling, but frowning on the inside because he could do nothing but think of Simone for the past two weeks, "See you tonight than."
"Wait, where are you taking me?" Stella asked before they departed.
"Some people are getting together and a band is going to be doing some Adam Lambert songs." Timmy said as he held up two tickets "Ok, see ya later tonight." Stella said walking home.
"Pick you up at the shop." Timmy said leaving.

Chapter 2:
Stella went home and got into a pair jeans and a t shirt she got from the "Scene Love" store she worked at; Stella had never heard of Adam Lambert, but she heard a lot about him from her parents so he had to be good. She googled him before she left for work and saw that he was big back in 2011 (p.s. it's 2020) so she had her boss play one of his songs till her shift was over so that way she had a feel for what she was going to listen to from this band. Stella was a different kind of girl because she had been watching Scene, Goth, and Emo guys come in and out of the store so she had seen what they were like over the past couple of years. (By the way Stella's 17 and Timmy's 19) A few minutes before her shift was over Timmy came in and surprised her.
"Hi, I'm looking for a great person to go see a Band with would you happen to know anyone?" Timmy asked smiling.
Stella turned around and smiled back, "Hey, Timmy." She said walking over.
"So how much longer we need to be here before 10:30?" He asked leaning on the counter.
"I'm heading back right now." Stella said looking at the clock on the wall.
Stella walked to the back and clocked out; she walked to the front and Timmy was standing outside talking on his cell. Timmy was wearing a pair of black skinnies with a shoe lace for a belt, a black V neck shirt, vans, finger gloves, a stubbed bracelet, and of course his black sun glasses on the top of his head, and a little bit of black eyeliner, and she hadn't noticed before, but he had snake bites in his lower lip; for some reason Stella really liked it because it suited him and she had never really be attracted to Jocks always people like Timmy so the snake bites were a bonus. Stella walked out as Timmy pulled his pants up a little bit while his boxers still hung out; Timmy flipped his hair out of his face and put his arm around Stella's shoulder as they walked to his car. Stella started blushing because the only guy that had ever put his arm around her like this was her Ex and she hated it because he always smelt of this after shave, but Timmy smelled of axe which didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. When they got to his car he opened the door for her and he got in on the other side and started off to the consert, as they were driving it was silent except for Timmy mumbling something to himself and he was tapping the stearing wheel in a steady beat. Stella smiled and started humming because she knew the beat and Timmy began humming the words and Stella heard this Angelic voice that not even Ty had; she smiled and listened to him hum as they came to a large gate and Timmy showed them this pass that got them in. As they drove in there were booths set up and a big stage setting up; she couldn't read the name, but there was a mic in the middle of the stage and she didn't see anyone fiddling with it so she assumed that the lead vocals hadn't arrived yet. Timmy drove behind the stage and parked next to a van with the name "Mobster Boys" written on the side in big bulky letters.
"What are we doing? The sign said band members only." Stella said getting out of the car with Timmy.
"Um, they won't mind much." Timmy said with a sly smile.
"Okay if you say so." Stella said closing her door.
Timmy kept his sly smile and took Stella up the stairs leading back stage; the other guys of the band were pulling him forward saying he was late and Timmy had taken Stella's hand in his so he wouldn't lose her in the rush. Stella hurried to his side and he linked his arm with hers as he was handed a leather jacket.
"Jim, take her to the seat near the curtain." Timmy said as he was rushed to where music started.
Stella looked at Timmy confused because she had no clue what was going on as she was rushed to a little chair near the front of the stage; she looked around the curtain and saw people gathering and they looked familiar, mostly because most of them come into the shop from time to time. Stella was told to sit down when the drummer was coming out because she would be a distracting the singer; she did as she was told and sat back on the chair. Just than she heard the beat Timmy was humming in the car, but more louder, then Timmy walked out on stage wearing the black leather jacket.
"How's everyone doin' tonight?" He yelled into the mic.
The crowd cheered and hollered and he started singing "If I had you" by Adam Lambert; Stella had heard this song many times at the shop so she started to tap along with the rytham. When the song ended he went on to sing For Your Entertainment; Stella had a lot of fun she danced along with the second song and had the time of her life. When he was done she looked around and people were leaving and the people backstage were laughing at her. She blushed and started walking away with red cheeks and out to his car and twisting her locket in her hand. Timmy came off stage and was looking for her immeadiatly, when he couldn't find her he asked one of his band mate's girl friends. One smiled and said she left as soon as the song was over with really red cheeks and twisting her locket; the one that answered was hanging on the drummer. Timmy was in shock because he thought she started walking and with this crowd, not the best idea. Timmy walked out and saw Stella leaning on his car and he took a deep breath and started down to the car and took Stella into his arms. Stella was the first girl Timmy had fallen for in a long time. Timmy told his first love that he was the one and only son of Tony Accardo A.K.A Big Tuna, she left him quicker then a lawyer finishes a case; he was going to wait 'til he was sure she could handle the fact that his father was a Mobster. They started off back to Stella's home and she was thinking about his last name because when she was younger her father would talk about a man with the last name Accardo and how he was the only man who ever slipped from his grasp. Stella pushed the thought aside as he drove her back home with her showing him the way with every turn and stop. When they drove up her father was sitting on the front porch with a shot gun, cleaning it. Stella was about as red as a fresh tomato as she got out of Timmy's car and walked up to her father and he ushered her in as she waved good-bye. Her father glared at Timmy as he drove off and took his baby girl inside and Stella went straight her room. Timmy drove home and as he drove he saw something in the passenger's seat and when he came to a stop light he reached over, took it in his hand, and saw that it was a small stone with a hole in it that was broken. He looked in his rear view mirror then looked at the stone in his hand. Timmy thought of what would happen if he went back to give Stella back her stone and if her father would shoot him or if he could even get up to her room and give it back. He took a deep breathe and turned back around and parked his car a block away from Stella's home; her home looked as if it were made of logs and it was a two story with a big oak tree out front and a light in the window of a room where the oak tree stood. He ran over to the tree and climbed up it and looked through the window and saw Stella wearing a pair of stripped pajama pants and a spagettie strap top that matched her pants. Timmy used the leaves and branches for cover and watched her pull out a journal and a pen. Stella sat down in her bubble chair and began writing about her day and what she did that night, 'Dear Journal, tonight I had the most fun I've had in a long time. This morning when I was drawing at the skate park I saw Timmy again, well he actually found me and caught up to me while I was leaving to go home. There's just something about him that I love and today he asked me to a consert and I had never been to one till tonight and it was so much fun. He had me sit close to the stage, but when it was over I got up and walked back and I felt so out of place I mean all these girls were dressed so differently than my father would ever let me dress. I was so ashamed that I walked out to his car really debating wheather or not just to start walking home. But my heart got the best of me, and I just stood by his car and waited there, he came out shortly after and took me into his big arms and it felt so good to be held by a guy that wasn't covered in sweat and other girl's perfume for once. When he drove me home my dad was waiting with his old shot gun cleaning it just to scare him. Well, it's late and I have work in the morning. Good night. Love, Stella' Timmy watched her and looked back at the stone in his hand and climbed closer to her window and tapped on it. He waited. When she turned all she saw was a black out line in the dark, Stella opened her window and a hand came forward and her stone was dropped on her pillow, and just before he could pull his hand away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the light. She gasped and let go of his wrist, she could feel marks on his wrist. Stella looked at him and took his arm in her hand again and rolled up his sleeve looking at the marks that travled up his arm and ended below his elbow. She placed her hand on the scars and looked up at him even though she couldn't see his face Stella knew who it was and she pulled him closer and held his face in her hand as a tear came down her cheek. He looked at her and climbed in through the window and Stella stepped off her bed and stood back as he stood there looking at her. Timmy got off her bed and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, she wanted to push him away because when ever Ty did this he would try something she didn't like. Just when he put his hand on her cheek and started pulling her closer when her father knocked on the door and he was gone. Stella climbed onto her bed and Timmy had climbed down and he was going to his car. Her father walked in as she closed her window. "Stella, I need you to go to the store for me tomorrow and pick me up a few things." He said handing her a list of supplies.
"OK daddy. I'll go first thing." She said taking the list and looking at it.
"Stella, the real reason I came up here was to ask you about that boy who drove you home tonight." He asked sitting in her chair.
"Oh, Timmy. What about him?" She asked holding her braced hand.
"Nothing, good night." He said leaving.
"Good night daddy." Stella said lying down and closing her eyes.
As he walked downstairs he pushed a bit of his hair back and looked at the pictures on the wall as he went down and saw how his baby girl was growing up. His wife, Jamie, was looking over a new case when he came down and she could see that he was a little down. Jamie stood up and walked over to him. "Dave, sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked walking up behind him.
"Stella's not my little girl anymore." He said leaning back on the couch.
"Honey, is that what's wrong?" Jamie asked kneeling next to him.
Dave nodded.
"Sweet heart, just because Stella went out with some boy doesn't mean she'll stop being your little girl. It just means she's growing up and we knew she'd meet a young man after Ty and we knew that she'd be growing up." Jamie said holding his hand.
"I know, but I also felt this way when she was with Ty and now she has a brace on her wrist. How do I know this boy won't hurt her and give her bruses the same way Ty had done?" He asked looking down at his wife.
"Well, Stella will make her own choices and you can't always protect her." She said standing up and sitting on his lap.
"Jamie, what are we going to do? Why does his last name seem so familiar?" He asked wrapping his arms around her waist.
"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.
"The boy's name is Timmy Accardo, I mean that's what Stella told me over the phone." He said thinking of his name.
"Wait, Accardo?" She asked in shock.
"Yeah." Dave said looking up at her.
"Oh no." Jamie said getting up and running over to some old cases.
Jamie looked through the files and pulled out a file named "Accardo" and she brought it over to Dave and put it in his hand. He looked at it and back at her and started storming up to Stella's room.
"Dave, don't ok. If Stella finds out that you're after Timmy's father than she'll do anything to keep him safe and we might lose her." Jamie said stopping him.
"I won't have my daughter dating a Mob boss' son." He exclaimed.
"She doesn't know, now we just need to take a step back and think about this." She started.
"He drove her home in that car, he was near her, he..he..he." Dave started trying to think.
"He helped her with Ty and with any luck Ty will never go near her again." Jamie said in a low voice careful nor to wake Stella.
"Fine, but he hurts her I'm putting his father behind bars and that boy will join him." Dave said turning around as Jamie walked him back.

Chapter 3:
When Timmy arrived back at his father's place he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked in. His father was one of the most famous Mob bosses and he had a few others over, Nick LoCoco A.K.A The Stick and Jack McGurn A.K.A Machine Gun, to talk. Timmy stopped in to hand his father the tape and rope he wanted and started up to his room. But just before he could leave his father called him back.
"Timmy, come here." He said.
"Yeah dad?" He asked standing in front of his desk.
"How did it go?" He asked fixing his hat on his desk.
"Fine, we did a couple of Adam Lambert songs and ended early." Timmy said acting as if that's all he did.
"And did she like the concert?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, she seemed to, but she felt out of place." Timmy said wanting to leave.
"When do I get to meet her?" Tony asked leaning back resting his hand on his stoumach.
"I don't know." Timmy said leaving.
His father sat there, his father was medium sized, short black hair, about 5'10''. As Timmy went upstairs, he threw his bag on the floor of his room and flopped down on his bed and looked at the pictures he drew of Stella that were all over his room. Stella was the only person on his mind, not his dad, his mom, his friends, or his band, just Stella. Timmy never thought he could like someone the way he liked Stella, it never crossed his mind that he would ever feel this way about a girl again. When Timmy was younger he had his first crush and when she found out who his father was she didn't want anything to do with him. Timmy pulled out his sketch book and started a new drawing, he started out with making two heads and put the sides of two faces on each head. He made the lips pucker, had the eyes closed except for one of the heads, had the guy's hand on the girl's face, and put a piercing on one of the lips of the male, Timmy started a braide on ther girl's head and kept working till the picture was almost done. Timmy put a moon in the back ground, a full moon, and kept doing the facial features. When he was done and hung the picture with the others on the wall and looked at it, the picture was of him and Stella kissing for the first time under a full moon. He changed into a pair of pajama pants and got into bed and fell asleep with Stella on his mind.

Chapter 4:
When Stella got up the next morning she got ready to go to work because after the market she would be going to work right after, depending on what was on her father's list. She walked to the market as she made her way there she ran into Ty and he was mad. Stella tried to run, but he grabbed her arm and with a great force pulled her back.
"Where are you going?" He asked holding her tight.
"Ty please, let go that hurts." Stella said through the tears.
"This is a reminder of who you belong to and what happens when you have a filthy emo freak deal with me." Ty said hitting Stella across the face.
Stella fell to the ground as Ty left; she put her hand on her face and felt where his ring had hit on her cheek so she took her braid out to cover the mark and continued to walk to the market. When she got there she picked up some crackers, juice, fruit, nails, and a few packs of paperclips; when she had gotten everything she got a call from her mom telling her to pick up some more windex. Stella walked over to the cleaner and got a bottle of windex, she wasn't paying attention when she ran into Timmy again, but they didn't fall over this time. She held the basket close to her and turned the other way without looking because she was trying to hide her face. Timmy grabbed her arm and she winced as a tear ran down her face, he pulled her back to him and took her face gentally into his hand and when he saw that her hair was covering the side of her face he pushed it aside and saw the red mark and he also saw that it was starting to bruse.
"Stella?" Timmy said as she tried to pull away.
"Timmy, please leave me alone. I just want to go." Stella said as she walked the other way.
"He did that to you, didn't he?" Timmy asked already knowing the answer.
"I can't answer that." Stella said afraid.
"Let me help you." He said running up to her.
Stella looked at him and fell into his arms and let the tears fall. She wanted his help and Ty had been put in jail multiple times and had been bailed out the same amount. She cried into him shaking both in fear and pain because of Ty, he hurt her so bad and no matter what happened or what she did he always came back with twice the rage and twice the muscle. She just wanted to be free of him once and for all. Timmy offered to walk Stella home, but she told him that after this she would be going to work and than she would be going home after; he smiled and said:
"I could be your personal body guard and make sure Ty stays away from you, I mean if, you want." Timmy offered.
"You would do that?" Stella asked through the tears.
"Of course I would. I would do anything to keep you safe and unharmed." Timmy said looking down at her.
"Thank you." Stella said smiling.
He smiled at her as his chin rested on her head, he feared that Ty would hurt her more so than he already has. Timmy thought that maybe this decision could help him to keep her safe and soon he would tell her who he was an what his father does for a living. He wanted to wait for the perfect moment till he told her something so big and with the amount of pain she's been in he'd have to wait a little longer. He pushed the thought aside and walked her to the cashier and than home where she dropped off the bags and than he walked her to work and stayed there to keep a close eye on her till he was sure she would be safe. Timmy didn't like the thought of having to threaten people because he felt like he was his father and the first time he delt with Ty he almost broke his arm, but if he had to he would fit Ty for a nice pair of cement sally's. Timmy would hide when someone came in the e store just to see if it was Ty or not, when someone wasn't there he would stay close to Stella and make sure she was doing well. It was an hour or so before her shift ended and guess who walsed through the door. Ty came in with his crew and they saw what Ty had done to Stella's face and when they saw it they glanced at each other and pulled Ty away from the counter.
"Dude, I thought you wanted her to like you, not fear you?" One of the asked.
"Whatever." He said turning back to Stella as Timmy walked between them.
"You wanna step back before you get hurt?" Timmy asked looking at Ty playing why a chain.
"Well, looks like I'll have to teach you the same lesson I taught her." Ty said getting ready to hit Timmy. "I believe you need to think twice, because I'm not someone you mess with. And no one will harm her as long as I'm still here, think twice baboon" Timmy said in a warning tone.
Ty ignored his warning and threw a punch, just inches before his fist came in contact with Timmy's face he took the chain and wrapped it around his wrist and brought Ty's own wrist behind him again. Before Ty could do anything Timmy had him in a head lock while his hand was still pinned. Stella called the cops because of Ty, she didn't know how much longer Timmy could hold him, she just knew that she had finally found her prince in shinning armor, well black armor. Her father's unit came in a few minutes later and while her father cuffed Timmy, the other one cuffed Ty.
"Daddy, no, Timmy stopped Ty from hurting me." Stella said showing her father the mark on her face.
"Guys put that scum in the car and take him in." Her father said taking the cuffs off Timmy and Stella hugged him as tight as she could.
"Thank you, sir." Timmy said wrapping his arms around Stella.
"Come by tonight, I would like a word with you son." Her father said leaving.
"Yes sir." Timmy said running his hands through her hair as she pulled away.
"See you at home baby girl." Her father said kissing her forehead and walking out to his car.
"Bye daddy." She said as her boss came out.
Stella explained everything to her boss and as she looked around her shop and saw that it was still in one piece, she let Stella go home early and as they walked out to the car Timmy put his arm around her and held her close to him. She wrapped her arms around him and let a smile slide across her face and when they came to his car Timmy opened the door for her and when she was in he got in on his side and the car ride to her house was quiet. When they arrived Timmy got on her side and opened the door for her, as they walked in her father and mother were sitting on the couch and there were two chairs across from them. Stella and Timmy sat across from them and there was a file on the coffee table with Timmy's name on it, it was a medium sized file, but when Timmy saw it he cursed softly under his breath as Stella took the file into her hands and opened it. Her jaw dropped as she read the file: violence, disturbing the peace, threats against teachers, four years in juvinile hall, ect. Tears filled her eyes, she had never seen such a file, she closed it and put it back on the table. Timmy had his head in his hands, Stella looked at her father as a single tear fell, she stood to leave, but was stopped by Timmy grabbing her wrist.
"Let go Timmy. Get away from me." Stella said pulling her wrist back.
"Stella, that was the past, I'm the son of a mob boss and that was just a reaction to people who were mean to those I cared for. I would never hurt you, Stella." Timmy said standing up.
"Stay away from me. I can't believe I almost fell in love with another Ty, get away." Stella said running to her room in tears.
"Stella, honey." Her mother said running after her, "Are you happy now, Dave? Your daughter was happy, now she's just, you're on the couch."
Timmy turned to Stella's father with anger in his eyes and clentched his fists.
"I hope you're happy." Timmy said storming out of the house, but before he left he took one last look up at Stella's bedroom window and drove away.
Stella was crying into her pillow while her mother tried to comfort her, Stella pulled away from her mother and pulled out her easel and put a large blank sketch pad on it and pulled charcoal out and started drawing. Her mother stood up and left her daughter alone, Stella made a black back ground and made a girl crying in the darkness. After she was done she put a canvas on it and drew a shattered heart as tears fell down her face, she dropped the charcoal and fell back on her bed and went to sleep. Timmy was back at his home in his room, all the pictures he drew of Stella were torn to pieces, except one, it was her smiling with her braid resting on her shoulder and stars in her eyes. Timmy turned on his side facing away from the drawing and closed his eyes as tears fell from them, they would never see each other again. Or so they thought.

Chapter 5:
Five years later.
Stella was in her home working on a piece of art work for the art galla for that night, she loved her art and never thought that it would make it into an art gallery. At twenty-two she was very successfull. Timmy was in an office building signing for a few things when he heard a co-worker talking about some art gallery, he ignored it because his love for art had died the same day Stella had left his life. He hadn't given her thought, he worked in a large corporation and he still had his long hair, and one lip piercing that was a ring. His boss didn't care about the ring, he took the package and was about to go back into his office when he heard a name he hadn't even spoken or heard in so long.
"You know the artist?" A man in all black and white asked holding a cup of coffee.
"Uh, yeah, it's Stella Jones, she's a good artist, got true talent." The second man in blue and white said.
Timmy saw a fliar for the art show on his office door and saw the location, she was surrounded by all her work. He folded it up and walked into his office pulling his tie loose and pulling the drawing out, he saw the stars and the glasses that were tipping on the bridge of her nose. He sighed and folded it putting it in his pocket, he cleaned up and left early pulling his tie off, Timmy left the office in a rage, but also in a rush. He wanted so bad to see her again, even if it was just for a moment.
Stella finished the piece and backed away looking at it, she normally fashioned her work as a man standing in the dark with a small bit of light in the back ground, she had her hair in a quarter briad. She checked the time and called the building owner and asked if he could come and pick up the final pieces and put them in place. Stella waited till the delivery man came and took her final pieces and she went to shower and get ready for the show. Though she was nervouse she was also excited. She got out of the shower and with a towel around her wet hair she started putting on light make-up, light pink lipstick and light pink eye shadow. She dried up her hair and did a quarter braid and walked to her closet and pulled out a black dress, she lived in a large studio appartment. Stella fixed her dress and put on a pair of black sandals. She left and walked to her show early to help with the preparations.
Timmy had gotten home and jumped in the shower, when he got out he blow dried his hair and brushed it back, he ruffled his hair and smoothed it back. He put on a pair of black boxers and black jeans, pulling out a black beater and a black dress shirt he put them on and rolled the sleeves up on the dress shirt and put on a pair of regular sneakers. He lived in a pent house, his work paid very, very well. Timmy grabbed his dark glasses and put them on top his head and walked out. He had toned out since the last time he saw her, his muscles were slightly larger and he was built like a god. He chose to walk because it was a nice night. He arrived and there was a group of people waiting outside, Timmy stood there with his hands in his pockets. The doors opened and Stella was so nervous, people piled in and started admiring her art work, she smiled as she heard the comments. She was stopped my a small group of people to explain the one with the boy wearing black and the angel.
"This one shows that even the darkest of souls can be saved by the right angel. It was inspired by a guy I once knew." She said smiling.
"It's beautiful." A woman said walking to another one.
Stella walked around the room and got some champane, she sat down on a bench and watched as people looked and admired her hard work.
Timmy stood behind a group of people as Stella had explained the painting, he moved on and looked at all the art work. She had gone far, he thought, Timmy walked along the room, one special painting caught his eye and it was the only one not crowed by people. He walked over to it and looked at the card, 'Inspired by the one man that got into my heart and never left', it was of him and her holding each other under the stars, they were smiling and he was looking up to the hevans as if greatful to have her, he saw no trace of clothing on either of them, but his arms covered her perfectly. His heart sank as he looked at it. Stella stood again, but she left her shoes in the back and enjoied the cold marble under her feet. She walked around again, but she still had a full glass of champain and passed it off to a man in black and white. Stella was heading over to the one drawing in the back of the room when she saw a very tall man, about 6'5''. She hadn't grown any, she was still 5'2''. She took a deep breath and walked over to the tall man, she saw the sun glasses sitting on his head and she thought that his rear was very firm. Stella walked up behind him, startling him, and started explaining the drawing.
"This one's my favorate, it took me the longest because I just couldn't get his smile right." She said smiling.
"It doesn't take much to get a smile right." Timmy said crossing his arms.
"True, but he was different and had the best smile I had ever seen." She said folding her arms under her chest.
Timmy looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that she hadn't changed a bit, which to him, was a good thing. The dress she was wearing showed off her curves nicely, he smiled and looked back at the drawing. People began to clear out, but Timmy and Stella didn't move, he sighed and turned to her. He looked down at her and smiled, she turned to him and smiled up at him. Her jaw dropped, she finally realized who it was, how could she not of noticed sooner? Stella walked closer to him and he took her hand in his, but when he laced his fingers in hers she dashed to get her shoes and left, he followed her and found her leaning on the side of the building holding her hand to her chest. Timmy walked up to her and pinned her against the wall and smiled and he slid his hands down her arms and took her hands in his and lacing his fingers in her again he kissed her fiercly and she kissed him back. He left go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her off the ground and holding her against the building, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Before his hands slipped any further, he pulled back and let her feet back on the ground. Stella cleared her throat and walked under him and ran home, she ran up the stairs and while she walked to her bathroom to change into her pj's Timmy had followed her. Stella walked out rustling her hair with her hand and she was wearing black sweat pants and a white loose fitting tank top, no shoes. Timmy didn't bother knocking, he barged in and took Stella into his arms again and kissed her with an animalistic hunger that got her burning. She wrapped her arms around him again and without thinking he lifted her and pushed her into a wall holding her there. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started unbottoning his dress shirt, he helped not leaving her lips for a moment and throwing it to the floor, Stella felt a hole in his beater and grabbing it she tore it and threw it aside.
"I'll replace that." She said against his lips.
His hands ventured her waist and rested on her rear holding her in the air as he walked them to her bed and put her down and lay on top of her. Timmy started unbuckling his belt when his phone rang, he ignored it, he was with the one person that drove him wild, he wasn't about to lose her because of a damn work call. He kicked his pants aside and left his boxers on, but than he remembered that she was still fully dressed. Leaving her lips for only a moment he pulled her shirt off and threw it where his cloths lay and reclaimed her lips with his. He pulled her sweat pants away not leaving her lips and threw the pants to the side. Well, the rest is their own little moment and the author refuses to write about their moment of passion and heat that was built up over five years of being apart.

Stella woke the next morning smiling from the night she had with Timmy and looked over at him and smiled as his eyes fluttered open and he kissed her nose and curled up with her in his arms.