Donnie & Stella | Rebel Rebel

[Donnie Holliday]

<sup>Donnie felt cruel for laughing, but he couldn't help but chuckle at Stella's spluttering. Without really thinking about it he put his hand on her back giving her a few firm pats, 'You okay?', he asked, bending down a little so they were eye-level. There was something about Stella that automatically made him want to take care of her, and he kind of hated it, but liked it too.

'Maybe smoking isn't for you', he joked, taking the cigarette and putting it back between his lips, 'Maybe cocaine is more your style', he added, and then winked at her, showing he was messing around.</sup>

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“I’m ok,” she said. “I don’t think I like smoking,” she concluded, when he said it wasn’t her thing, she giggled, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” She ignored what he had said about the cocaine, that did not sound like fun at all, considering what had happened with the smoking. As soon as the question came out of mouth however, she realized that she was supposed to be in class, and she would get in trouble for skipping. She didn’t want that yet for some reason she felt the need to impress him, and to skip class with this boy who she had just met.

[Donnie Holliday]

<sup>'I could say the same to you', Donnie pointed out, he took a step backwards like he was going to leave, but stayed put. It hadn't been his intention to hang around in the quad all day, then again it's not like he had real plans. Maybe head back to his dorm, listen to some music?

'Do you wanna go somewhere, do something?', he asked, and he frowned, realizing how lame that sounded, 'Not for like, a date, I mean just to go do something, now, you know', he gestured around at the grass and the trees, 'Something fun'.</sup>

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“Sure” She shrugged. Stella wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to skip class, but she was already going to be late anyway, she figured it wouldn’t matter if she showed up or not. “What do you wanna do?” She asked, not sure what he had in mind. She was honestly going to do anything to get out of English class besides be forced to read and then get made fun of for not reading right. “I’m up for anything,” she said with a grin on her face. Except smoking because I suck at that apparently

[Donnie Holliday]

<sup>Donnie smirked and took another step back for some reason he was feeling kind of goofy, and he couldn't explain it. Still smiling he discarded his cigarette to the floor and held his hand out towards Stella, 'Do you trust me?', he asked.

Now, it was just a guess, but Stella looked like she was a girl who would be in to Disney. It was a long shot, but Donnie hoped she would find the Aladdin reference cute. Not that he wanted her to think he was cute, or did he? Donnie wasn't sure, but it was too late now.</sup>

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Stella raised a brow at him, and acted hesitant before saying yes and taking his hand. She smiled at his Aladdin reference, because she loved Disney movies and he had assumed right with that. “ Stella was not sure what she was supposed to be expecting from him, and kind of figured he was just going to tell her that it was a secret. Or something similar to that, and although she really felt a need to impress this boy, she hated secrets, and guessing games, partially because she was bad at them, and partially because she just hated secrets. She couldn’t keep them, and she didn’t like when people kept them from her. "Where are we really going though?" She asked.

[Donnie Holliday]

<sup>'We're going for a ride on my bike', Donnie replied, leading Stella from the quad and back through the school and out again in to the student parking lot. It wasn't a long walk, a minute at the most, and Donnie didn't let go of Stella's hand once. It wasn't so much that he liked holding her hand, but he just wanted to keep the Disney reference going. What kind of Prince would he be if he dropped the Princesses hand now?

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'You ever rode a motor cycle before?', he asked as they neared his Harley Davidson, which was looking awesome as per usual. The Harley had been a present from his step-father, a sort of peace offering, though Donnie had pretended he hated the thing. Of course that was a lie, he loved his bike.</sup>

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When he said motor cycle that scared Stella. She didn’t want to, no that sounded dangerous. It never looked fun, and it really looked like it would mess with her hair, all that wind would really make it look horrible, and not to mention the fact that bugs could fly into your face, what if you swallowed one and it laid eggs in your intestines, or something else gross like that. “No,” she shook her head. Why couldn’t they do something less scary, like just hanging out?

“I’ve never ridden one before,” she said, it looked scary. She didn’t even notice the fact that he was still holding her hand, she wasn’t paying attention to that at the moment, “You want me to ride that?” she asked, in a surprised tone.

[Donnie Holliday]

<sup>'Not on your own!', Donnie replied, looking startled, did she think that's what he had meant?! There were several things wrong with that. First of all; What if Stella fell off and died?! Secondly, what if Stella smashed the bike up! No way!

'No I mean, you could sit on the back, and I'll drive', he patted the leather seat with his spare hand, 'We could go in to the city, or to the beach, or whatever, I don't know', he shrugged like he didn't care about what Stella decided.
'You don't have to, it was just a thought. I thought it'd be kinda fun. I'd be really careful with you...'.</sup>

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“I don’t know,” she said, she was scared to do it, what if she fell off and died? There was so many what if’s but Stella didn’t say no, “Isn’t it a little cold for the beach?” She asked, considering it was cold out, she did enjoy the beach, when it wasn’t cold, because living in Florida and being able to drive twenty minutes to the beach at any time she wanted was pretty cool. She could do that here too, but it was always too cold.

Instead of saying no she sat on the back of the motor cycle, with a nervous look on her face. it could be fun. she decided, because like a normal person would be weary of making that decision considering how the smoking things had worked out because she had made that choice, but she tried to look at everything with an optimistic attitude even if it did seem like a death trap waiting to happen.