"Hard-Headed. That's what you are." (O/O)(Closed)

"There's a pond and a garden near it." Stella stated slipping on some shoes, "Do you need shoes to wear?"

He shook his head with a grin. "I used to walk barefoot on concrete in the summer. This is nothin'."

"Oh…" Stella was confused, Walking outside without shoes? How odd.

He opened the front door, blinking a few times until his eyes got used to the dark.

Stella quietly and quickly followed him, slowly, taking in the darkness.

"What direction is it?" he asked, squinting at the moon-lit hills that surrounded the huge house.

"This way," Stella started leading him to the right on a mossy stone path. They arrived a few minutes later at the gorgeous moonlit lake with a bench swing nearby.

"Damn…" he whispered, pausing to admire the lake with wide eyes.

Stella looked over at him and stifled a small laugh, at his face that was full of wonder.

"This is the type of stuff a walked about getting as a kid." He made his way down to the water's-edge, bending over and lightly running his fingers through the water as id he'd never seen a lake before.

"Yes it is very nice." Stella smiled for the first time that day a real one, not forced. She bent down as well.

Dirk straightened up again, his back cracking a few times as he did so. "You said there was a garden, right?"

Stella nodded as she rose, "Mhm, Yeah."

"And where is that?" He was obviously struggling to see in the low light.

"Through these trees…" Stella lead hum time a flowery garden with thousands of flowers and a path with with a few benches and arches.

He let out an impressed whistle. "How much did this cost?"

"A lot…" Stella said heading up to a bed of roses.

"I don't understand how people afford this type of stuff." His voice had a breathless tone of wonder as he continued to study the various flowers.

"I don't either. My mom just seems to have endless amounts of money…" Stella agreed pricking her finger and pulling back as blood dripped down her finger

He glanced over at the sharp movement, frowning. "You alright?"

"Fine." Stella replied, hiding her finger from view and stepping away from the roses.

His head churned for a moment. Roses She touched the stem. Roses have thorns.
"Did you prick your finger?"

"No." She lied, "Its not important. The garden is nice isn't it?"

Dirk tilted his head. "And a random subject change. That just proves you do, but you don't wanna tell me. Why?"

Stella frowned and looked away, "I don't like when people worry about me."

"It wasn't worry, just a simple question. A rose thorn isn't gonna end your life."
Ooooo, bad choice of words. He turned back around and tried to get lost in the flowers again.

Stella stayed quiet, He doesn't like me She thought and started to head back up the path, quietly.

He was too deep in his thoughts to notice her backing away. It was taking most of his willpower to burst into tears on the spot.

Stella went back inside and into her room, She laughed pitifully, "Guess I can't make friends…"

Yeah, there was a bench close by to him, but he chose to just drop right in his spot, still attempting to keep his welling tears at bay.