The Real Stella Smock

Thanksgiving Prep ^.^

"-Stella, harder! Faster, faster! Oh yeah, right there." Jake pants.

"Jake I swear to God I'm gonna kill you if you don't stop!" I continue whipping the big bowl of mashed potatoes while he laughs.

I roll my eyes while trying to hide my smile.

"Aren't you supposed to be making pie or something?" I ask him.

"Cornbread, and it's in the oven already." He says.

"Well go do something."

"I already did something, unlike you." Jake smiles.

"But this is hard. It's too thick. My wrist hurts." I complain.

Jake sighs, takes the bowl out of my hand and easily starts whipping the mashed potatoes three times faster than me.

"C'mon now Stella." Jake says smiling.

I just stick my tongue out and wipe my hands on the kitchen towel before picking up my phone.

"Did your mom text you yet?" Jake asks.

"No. Probably means she got them."

Mom went to the airport to pick up my aunt, uncle, and Yazzy.

"What about your dad?"

"He said he was leaving Publix a couple minutes ago."

"With apple pie?"

"You act like you don't know my dad." I laugh.

"Of course, and sweet potatoe pie too."

"Ew." Jake says.

"Yeah, I know." I smile.

"What about The Wanted?"

"They're coming in a little bit, but they're gonna call when they get closer."

"Mmm." He puts down the bowl.

"Mom! Mashed potatoes are whipped!"

"Ok! I'm coming!" Right when she says that my phone starts vibrating.

"That's them." I tell Jake as I see Nathan calling.

I walk out of the kitchen and pick up as I walk to the family room.

"Hello?"

"Yeah. We're almost there."

"About how far?" I ask.

"Well, I dunno but the gps says five minutes."

"I would ask you where you guys are, but that really wouldn't help me." I start laughing.

"You really need to learn these street names, Stella. You live here!" Nathan laughs.

"Hey, in my defense I've only been here for like a month."

"Ok-"

"Nathan get off the fucking phone and give me directions!" Tom tells him and I stifle a laugh.

"Well, duty calls." Nathan says.

"Yeah, I'll see you guys when you get here."

"Yeah, alright."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye." He hangs up.

I shake my head smiling and walk back to the kitchen.

I help Mrs.Miller with the food until I hear the doorbell.

"I got it!" I yell as I run to the living room.

I feel the grin fall off my face as I see it's not The Wanted.

"Wow, nice to see you too, Stella." Auntie Channie's daughter says.

"Sorry, it's just that I thought you were The Wanted and-"

"Wait, The Wanted?!"

"You're a fan?!"

"A-duh!"

"Tatsi!"

I pull her into a hug and she laughs.

"Same Stella." She says.

"Now let me go change. I don't wanna meet The Wanted like this." She motions to her sweats and I smile.

"Speaking of, when are you going to change?"

I look down at myself. I'm wearing a red hoodie and black soft shorts.

"OhmiGod I forgot!" I say as I run upstairs to Tatiana's room.

I undress and put on my outfit that was already on the bed.

I first pull on my blue jeans, then my orange long-sleeved shirt.

"My baby!"Channie yell from her room.

I guess she found Tatsi.

I laugh to myself while shaking my head while I put on my red scarf.

After that I walk to the dresser and put on my red lipstick, brown eyeliner, wings with my liquid eyeliner, and mascara.

I slip on my thin black socks, and then pull on my tall tan boots {http://goo.gl/fyFUK}.

I skip to my mirror and put on these cute brown feather earrings, and comb through my hair adding treseme afterwards.

"Cute." Tatsi says as she sees me through the mirror.

"Thanks." I smile and turn around.

"You too. I might have to steal your outfit." She laughs.

She's wearing a red v-neck tucked into a black, red, and green multicolored highwaisted skater skirt with all black adiadas'. Her wavy dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders and I gotta say she's one of those girls that can rock red lipstick.

"Where'sTyler?" I ask her.

"Spending Thanksgiving with his girlfriend." I nod.

Well I'm gonna go downstairs and see if Mrs. Miller and your mom need help with anything."

I tell Tatsi before walking out of the room and going downstairs.