Stella's Sick Little Games

Twenty-One.

"Lets run away together." I finally calmed down. Was he being serious? He couldn't be.
"Alex..."
"I'm serious. We can get away from all the bullshit and just be happy." I wanted to, but I had to be practical. We wouldn't make it out there on our own.
"We can't. That'd kill your parents, and mine would kill me if they ever found us."
"Stella, you're 18. You can do whatever you want."
"Not if I don't have the money for it. I'll tell you what... after graduation, if we both have enough money saved up, we'll run away and never look back." His lip curled up to a smile.
"Deal."
Happy, that's what he made me. For the first time in years, I can honestly say I'm happy. He was leaning against the wall, still cross-legged on my bed. He was thinking about something.
"What's on your mind?" He looked at me.
"Us. Is there an us? Can we be an us if there isn't?" My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly I was terrified. I didn't know what to say. I'm really bad at relationships. I can't screw this one up. I can't lose him. My jaw clenched, I was speechless. He was getting nervous, I could see it in his face. I didn't know what to do. All I wanted was for us to be together but I couldn't screw everything up.
"Stella?" Crap.
"I... I'm scared." Why was telling him the truth so easy? "I don't know if I can do this."