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

After a few more moments of silence, Dirk asked, "Did you get your name from that beer, Stella Atrois?"

Stella shook her head, "No…I got my name because of its meaning, which is star. My mom is a star and that's what she wants me to be."

"That's a lotta pressure," he said, opening an eye to glance over at her. "You and your mom seem to be kinda tense."

Stella looked down, staying quiet for a few minutes before speaking quietly and harshly, "We are."

He flinched, nearly falling into the water. "Colpa mia. I have a big mouth, I know."

"It's okay…" She replied and turned time him, a light smile on her face. It was late and she was tired, "Its getting a bit cold…and it's late we should head inside."

Dirk twisted around and swam back to shore, climbing out with a sigh. "Yeah, it's a bit chilly."

She swam back to shore and put her dry t-shirt on, it made her a bit warmer, and even though he was wet, Stella pressed against Dirk.

He was surprised, to say the least, but he put an arm over her shoulder as they walked never the less.

Stella smiled as they entered the house, she yawned, "I'm going up to change abd go to bed, goodnight …"

"Where are the towels?" he asked, rubbing the top of his head,

"In the bathroom up here…" Stella yawned and pointed to the bathrooms. She trudged up the stairs and slowly entered her room.

Dirk followed her up the stairs, making his way into the bathroom and snagging the closest towel he could find.

Stella closed the door and changes into comfortable pajamas. Then she quickly got into bed under the warm covers and fell asleep.

Dirk walked into his room, closing the door and changing into a sweatshirt and shorts. However, he opted to stay up for a bit more, sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed in thought.

Stella slept soundly, her still wet hair, dropped over her face, her lips slightly parted and her breathing soft and steady.