you didn't mean what you say (delilah)

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

What was he doing here? Well that was actually a pretty good question, come to think of it. To be honest, Dallas really had no idea why he was standing here, at the very edge of the school's pool at what, two in the morning? And before you ask, no he wasn't going to drown himself or anything insane like that. He wasn't that unstable, thank you very much. He had been drinking with Ace and as always, Tubby always fell asleep before he did and because he had no one to entertain him, he went out to take a walk. And fine, maybe he ran into a wall a couple of times, but he was okay. His head hurt a bit now, but it was easy to ignore. It was enough to take the alcohol buzz... well, not too much. Just a little... enough so he could actually make his way to the pool. And really, it wasn't like he liked coming here or anything. He wasn't into sports like other guys, and it's not like this hellhole of a school even had a sports team to begin with. A bunch of insane people playing something that involved teamwork? Yeah. That wasn't going to happen. They were bound to like... kill each other. And he knew there were some people here who have actually killed people. Which was why this place just creeped him out sometimes, and he was always careful to steer clear of people who looked like they could break him in half. Like a twig. Because he kind of looked like one. Ha. But back to the pool thing. Basically, he just wanted to see how it looked like at night... if it was all lit up and... stuff. Yeah, that didn't make much sense, did it? But really, Dallas rarely made any sense. Even his two best friends in the whole world, Delilah and Ace, didn't really understand him. Hell, he didn't understand himself sometimes, and it was mostly because half of the things he did were out of impulse. Like buying a whole bunch of beer on a weeknight. And then texting Ace he was bored and they should finish all of it. And then coming out here, walking into walls and staring at the water of the pool.

Or even... that time when he and Ace decided it would be fun to go to a party on New Year's. Usually, they made a great deal about pretty much begging Delilah to go partying with them because she was lame and boring, and didn't want to party. But much to their surprise, she had agreed right away... only because her asshole boyfriend was asking her to go. And of course it didn't take long for her to do whatever he wanted. Asshole. Dallas really hated that guy and his bad perm. He didn't even know why Delilah would date him when really, he was like... a million times better than that guy. Anyway, to make the long story short, he had gotten drunk... like anybody in that damn party would and for some reason beyond him, he thought it would be kind of nice to tell Delilah that he loved her on midnight, because it was all romantic and shit, like in the lame movies she basically forced them to watch during sleep overs. Because to be honest, Dallas really loved her. More than anything or anyone, even if she had basically done nothing but rip his heart out and stomp on it a million times ever since they became friends. Metaphorically, of course. So there he was, like... ten minutes to midnight or something and some genius decided that it would be a good idea to turn off all the lights, probably for the dramatic effect or something stupid like that. And he sat next to her, about to tell her he loved her when... uh.. she gave him a foot job. Which was just about the best foot job he had ever received... really. And he had received quite a number. Because he was kind of a manwhore like that. Ha. Apparently, she must have thought he was her boyfriend or something. Which was stupid because he actually sounded like a man when he groaned. Haha. And duh, he had a bigger dick. That was pretty obvious.

And I know what you're thinking. Why didn't he just tell her it was him? Well duh. What drunk guy in their right mind would say no to a foot job? And a particularly amazing one, thank you very much. Not Dallas. And God... it pretty much killed his buzz when the lights switched back on and he saw the look on her face. They had stared at each other for like... five extremely awkward minutes and then she walked away, like nothing happened. And she never talked about it again. And really, every time Dallas tried to bring it up, she was always quick to change the topic and he let her... because he'd do anything she wanted. Really. And the thing was, Dallas never felt awkward about anything. Not even kidding. Usually, he was the one who made situations awkward and he was too oblivious to realize that it already was, and he just kept on talking like nothing happened. And those five minutes were just... beyond awkward... only because he had seen the look on her face... like it was the last thing she wanted. And that pretty much crushed him.

Since then, he had tried to forget her, forget what he had been hiding from her for pretty much all those years that he knew her. He fucked around like no one's business -- way more than he already did before -- and God, he even tried to date sometimes. Obviously, that was a fail because he couldn't stay on topic and pay attention to the poor girls for more than a few minutes. And the thing was... he never could forget her, or forget how he felt. Because it was real... it was the most real thing in his life, and quite possibly, the only thing he actually meant. No matter how many times she hurt him whenever she told him they were just best friends, that she loved him like a brother and nothing more, that she constantly dated assholes who didn't deserve someone like her and excitedly talked to hm about it... he would always love her. There was nothing changing that. And God, he was pathetic. He really was.

And with that, he sat down, his feet dangling over the edge of the pool, staring at his reflection in the water. And then he saw her again, standing next to him. For a minute, he thought he was just imagining things, because God, he was obsessing over her again and he was drunk... but she really was there. Wasn't she? He didn't even know. Shouldn't she be having fail sex with her new boyfrined or something? He looked up at her, blinking once or twice. "Oh hey baby. I'm probably imagining you right now, but I shouldn't be rude... so I'm saying hi." He said, his voice kind of a slur. He laughed to himself. "I am so fucked up. I'm talking to an imaginary Delilah."

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1303
NOTE
old school delilas <3333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

As much as Delilah loved Dallas to pieces, he was the most confusing man on earth. Really. She would never understand anything about him…ever. She wouldn’t understand why despite the fact that he was the happiest person on earth, he would insist that he “needs a drink”, or why he’d bring up the foot job thing whenever he could…it honestly made no sense. The reason she’d looked so fucking horrified when the lights were on because she was pretty sure he was going to hate her for it…or call her a slut…or something. Which she wasn’t. She really thought he was her boyfriend, even if she was the only sober one there. Come on. The lights had been off…and before the little…job, he’d been drunkenly mumbling something about how amazing she was…and okay, a part of her had just hoped it was her boyfriend. Because her boyfriend was, of course, a total doucher. He paid her no attention…he’d spent the entire night drinking and joking around with his friends. He actually ended up leaving her for a guy…but she didn’t tell Dallas that. And so when he started talking like that she’d been happy…thinking maybe she finally found a guy who actually liked her…and decided to reward him. And okay, maybe when she felt him getting hard and realized he was significantly larger than her now ex boyfriend, and when he started making noises, she’d had her doubts…but it wasn’t until the lights were on that she was sure. And god, she tried not to look so disgusted…but she was. With herself, not him. Really. He was drunk…it wasn’t his fault. And he was a total horn dog, and she knew she had good foot skills…but god, the fact that she’d done such a thing in public. And she should have known it was Dallas…even if her boyfriend had been sitting next to her last thing she knew…but he’d obviously went to go blow some guy or something. Fucking fag. God, what did he really expect her to do? What did she even expect him to do? She’d expected him to say something…like that it was okay and they didn’t have to talk about it…but he just stared back at her. For like, five minutes. And she completely didn’t get the New Years kiss she’d wanted. From her boyfriend, thank you very much. And then she’d walked off, made her boyfriend go home with her…and spent the rest of the night wondering if Dallas was okay. When he and Ace dragged her out she usually didn’t leave until she knew he was safe in bed…even if it was in someone else’s bed.

Okay, his sleeping around bugged her to no end. Really, it did. Not because she was jealous or anything like that, really, she didn’t give a fuck. Well she did, but not like that. She just knew it wasn’t good for him to have sex with random people…he was going to get an STD, and god, it wasn’t good for him…that he’d never actually liked a girl in his life. At least not enough to actually be with any girl. And he was her best friend…of course she wanted him to find a girl she actually liked. They were so fucking close…it was probably insane. And he’d do anything for her, literally, she’d tested out that little theory. Like the one time they’d been hanging out and some creepy guy had started hitting on him…so Delilah started pretending Dallas was her boyfriend. And holding his hand, and calling him baby. Ha. She’d found the whole thing terribly amusing, and it had made the guy leave her the fuck alone, so whatever. And really, he’d said he loved her like a sister a million times…but she was pretty sure they were way too close to be siblings. Siblings didn’t lay on the couch and just talk about random things…or fall asleep together…not like that. They’d just been laying down and fell asleep. And it wasn’t even awkward when they woke up. She just kicked him out of her bed and fixed the sheets. And how many siblings could give the other a foot job and still stay just as close? Ha. Haha. Even if he did confuse the living hell out of her…when he would get mad and say she didn’t care about him…or when he was obviously trying to make her jealous…or when he got jealous over her. Or when she’d joke around and say she was just going to start sleeping around, and he freaked out about that. They were best friends…him getting mad at the guys who hurt her was normal, but he shouldn’t be jealous and possessive…it was just weird, and confusing. And he perved on her, which was even weirder and confusing. He said it was because he did it to everyone, but honestly, she’d only ever seen him do it all that much when he was drunk.

And okay…there had been moments when she couldn’t help but wonder what being more than friends with him would be like. That was completely normal, kthx. He was a good looking guy…and latino...and the best guy on earth, and nice, and everything. But she refused to admit the fact that being anything other than best friends with him would be right in any way…or that she wanted it…even if deep, deep down she kind of maybe sort of possibly did. God, she hated this. Hated that she was sitting home alone while he and Ace were getting drunk…and that her boyfriend had said he was too busy to hang out with her. Maybe this one would break up with him before the usual week…since it had only been a fucking day. And she’d already fucked him. God, she was such a fucking slut. Something a lot of people didn’t know about Delilah…was that when she was bored, and lonely, and feeling upset, she’d sneak out in the middle of the night and go to the pool. She was pretty sure it was against some rule or another…and she wasn’t one to break rules, even if she hated being told what to do. But for some reason going in there at night, with everything all lit up, it made her clear her mind. And stop thinking about things…like how when Dallas said he loved her he sounded like he meant it in a way bigger than just friends…and god, hew as driving her insane. Truly. It was on that note that she walked out of her room, not even bothering to change out of her pajamas, and instead just putting a jacket and shoes on, and started walking towards the pool, like she had numerous times. And she still looked classy, of course, despite her attire. Ha. And her door man loved her, so all it took was a few words and she was on her way. Unlike Dallas’s doorman, with whom she had to get more…physical with, when she wanted something.

When she walked into the place the first thing she noted was the lights…which she always liked, just because it was pretty. And the second thing she noted was that someone else was there…and right before she was about to walk out, because she didn’t want to be there with anyone else, she noted that the person was Dallas. Most definitely. Even if it was kind of dark, she’d know him anywhere. And so of course walking away wasn’t on her agenda anymore, even though the fact that this was against her plans was slightly annoying. Instead she walked right over so she was standing behind him…and knew immediately that he was drunk, even before she really saw his face. And the second she heard him speak, actually call her baby, she was sure of it. “I’m not a fucking imaginary Delilah.” She snapped, slipping off her shoes and sitting next to him, a sigh escaping her mouth as she dangled her feet in the water next to his. “You’re completely fucking drunk.” She was pointing out the obvious. Obviously. “What are you even doing here, Dally?” She asked, although she didn’t mind him being there…she liked it. She liked being around him. Especially when he was drunk and surrounded by water. She wanted to take care of him…and just…make sure he didn’t get hurt.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1490
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i missed bby dallasss <3 haha

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

If you looked up confused in the dictionary, it would most likely have a picture of Dallas' sexy Latino face instead of a description. And fuck you, he wasn't confused sexually. He liked girls and vaginas, thanks. But it was more of him... being confused with everything else. It wasn't about his feelings for Delilah though. He was more sure of that than of anything else in his life, to be honest. Okay... maybe he hadn't always been. At first, he thought it had just been a sick crush on her... because really, his best friend was just... too hot sometimes. And that was still a little weird to even think, but you get my point. He always thought it would go away, like... one of those first impression things that didn't really last. Only this time, it didn’t... no matter how many times he tried to ignore it. It had been difficult... like, really difficult. He had tried sleeping around a lot, even trying to date once in awhile but that was an obvious failure. And fine, maybe he dated Sage for a few months, but that “relationship” was more about sex than anything else. Really, he didn’t even talk to her all that much… they basically just had sex, and then didn’t talk. He was pretty sure the time when she came to visit and basically didn’t tell him she was moving to his crazy school was the only time he actually had a decent conversation with her, and it was only proof that they were always better off as friends. The point was, no matter what he did, no matter how many times he slept with other girls or tried but failed to date them, it was always going to be Delilah. He didn’t even know how it happened… how she managed to make him feel all… this way. Whatever this was, because he sure as hell didn’t know. Because really, when he thought about it, they were complete opposites. She was a bitch to everyone, she went around breaking arms and threatening people. And she was probably the neatest, most over-calculating and organized person ever. And Dallas was just the opposite. He was probably the nicest guy in school and he would make friends with anyone who was… well, not an asshole that dated her. Ha. He probably couldn’t even break an arm if he tried, even if he was technically taller than everyone. And he was probably the least organized person… ever. Really. If Delilah wasn’t around to actually tidy up his room, he would probably not even see the floor. Besides, it wasn’t like he had the attention span to make everything around him neat and tidy. He barely had the attention span to pick out clothes, and usually, he just picked up whatever was lying on the bottom of his closet and he ended up going to class with rumpled hobo shirts, and Delilah would get annoyed.

But to be honest, if there was one thing he was proud of, it was that he saw the side of her no one ever saw… the caring side to her, at least. He was pretty sure everyone just knew her as that mean bitch who threatened people to do things for her and bossed everyone around. But when it came to him, she was different…. She basically forced him to let her iron all his shirts from now on, she made sure all his stuff was neat and tidy – but that most probably for her because she’d freak every time she saw one tiny thing out of place – and she even wanted to tie his shoelaces once, but he drew the line for that. And honestly, Dallas was just a really independent guy, probably because he had to depend on his whore of a mother’s boyfriends all his life and he hated all of them. So usually, he hated it when people did things for him when he very well could do it himself. And the thing was, the only reason he let Delilah do all those things for him – except tie his shoelaces because that was just stupid and unnecessary – because he liked the fact that she only showed the caring side of her to him. And no one else. Not even Ace. And especially not Danny… even if Dallas liked that guy, he hated that he used to date Delilah. She was his. Only. God. How many times did he have to tell people that? Really, if Delilah heard how many times he warned – or rather, threatened – the boys who even looked at her longer than the allotted ten seconds he secretly gave them, she’d probably… freak out or something. She already freaked out whenever he actually showed that he got possessive with her… but that was before she knew how he felt about her. And really, maybe he should have actually told her in person, with just the two of them… not with Danny pretty much interrogating him and Delilah spazzing at every wrong thing he said… he felt pressured, thank you very much. And blurting it out over the internet wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. Really, this was why he never planned anything. Because every time he did, it always seemed to fail. Like the whole trying-to-be-romantic-and-ended-up-getting-a-foot-job thing. And him telling her how he felt… he wasn’t a particularly romantic guy, but it could have at least been personal. But there was no taking it back now, especially now that he knew how she felt.

But God, he wasn’t even sure about that. Just days ago, when he was being all impulsive again and asked her if she wanted to be with him – hypothetically speaking, but he honestly just wanted to know because he was sick and tired of seeing her date one asshole to the next – she had flat-out told him that they were best friends and they shouldn’t. If that wasn’t enough to tell him she wasn’t interested, he didn’t know what was… unless she slapped him or something. And then now… she said she wanted him too. Half of him – okay, not really… all of him – wanted to believe her, but it was kind of hard to. She was the kind of person who over-thought every single thing and now, she suddenly loved him. It wasn’t that he doubted her feelings for him or anything like that. Or that he didn’t want her to love him. God, it wasn’t even that all. He wanted her more than anything or anyone. But a part of him wondered if she just felt obliged to want him… God, he hoped she didn’t. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do. For a few seconds, all he could do was blink at her stupidly as he watched her take off her shoes and sit next to him. “You have great legs..” He mumbled, staring at them for a second or two before looking away. Even drunk, he still felt a bit awkward. “You shouldn’t wear skirts during Math. It’s distracting.” And really, he just kept on talking and talking, didn’t he? He shrugged in response to her question. “I don’t know. I wanted to see if the pool is lit up at night… which is… I know that now.” He remained silent for a few seconds before turning back to her. “Hey Del… why can’t you be with me? I kind of get why you can’t… but I kind of don’t… And I wish I did… because I get lonely sometimes when I wait for you.”

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1376
NOTE
sorry this took a shitload of time. .__.

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

This whole thing was really just kind of Insane….she didn’t even know how it had come to this point. Literally days ago she’d been repeating over and over again that she couldn’t be anything more than friends…mostly to herself, mind you. No matter how much part of her knew they’d just kind of be right together. They were already kind of right together…when they just sat around and talked about nothing and everything, or watched movies…and she was perfectly aware she was one of the few people he could actually do that with, without getting bored. She didn’t even want to think about the fact that he could do that with that…girl with the spice name. Bitchy spice, as Danny had so cleverly coined her. Ha. Despite how it may or may not seem, it hadn’t been when she came around that Delilah realized she liked Dallas…she refused to admit she loved him. Even if she did. Maybe Danny was right and she just had to learn how to let herself love. He was right about everything else about her these days. Fucking mind genie. But no, she’d realized a long time ago…she’d just kept telling herself it couldn’t happen. Like every time they fell asleep in his bed and she woke up with his arms around her, or whenever Danny told her that she and Dallas obviously had something going on…or during the foot job…even if that last one had been an accident. Kind of. At first. She’d really thought it was her boyfriend…up until she heard him say something in Spanish…and then, okay, she was pretty sure she knew it was Dallas, and knew she should have stopped, but just kind of kept going…not even thinking about it…and when the lights were turned on, she was…ashamed…embarrassed…and confused. Mostly confused. Especially when he didn’t even say anything…and just looked at her like that…and fuck. It didn’t even matter anymore. Truly. The only thing that mattered was that she obviously needed to get this all sorted out…because, fuck, she wanted to be with him more than she wanted anything. Really. She wanted everyone to back the fuck off because he belonged to her…and she wanted a reason to be jealous over bitchy spice. But at the same time she knew going too quickly in a relationship was the one thing that could ruin it…because going in quickly meant going out quickly…and she knew for a fact that if she and Dallas became that…intimate, they’d never be able to go back to just friends. It wouldn’t be like with she and Danny, where they’d actually dated and then became close friends…it would just fuck everything up. So she wanted to drag it out for as long as she could…make it last a while…forever if she could. Because not being with him was obviously not even an option anymore. Because she wanted him, really. She was pretty much bordering on needing him…in a sick way. Which explained why she got so fucking jealous of all those girls he fucked…even if he said he wasn’t doing that anymore.

And she wasn’t either. Not that she was a whore, at least not to his extreme. She had a rule that she’d only have sex whilst dating…but since she was a serial dater that rule didn’t make her have any less sex. Her average was at least once a week. At least. Because she always had some kind of guys going after her, and it always ended in sex. Always. And then it just ended. And it would be a lie to say she didn’t care…even if she didn’t feel all that strongly about those guys…but god, they pretty much broke her heart every fucking time. And for the millionth time, Danny was right. What was she getting out of dating douche bags? Other than semi-decent sex…which admittedly…Delilah liked sex. It was good for her to take her anger out by digging her nails into the back of whomever she was dating rather than beat up little kids, right? Of course. Even if they were always little bitches and complained. Ha. And she hadn’t had sex in like, a week…or a little more, she wasn’t even sure. Which wasn’t a record or anything, really, but she kind of missed it…which was probably why she’d suggested that she and Dallas just have sex…more than once. But at the same time she knew it wasn’t a good idea, at all. There were a million things that could go wrong…he could realize he didn’t want her at all…or that he only wanted her sexually…or it could just be the most awkward thing of life and they could never look at each other in the same way. She was pretty sure if they ended up having sex she wouldn’t be able to look at him in the same way anyway…although whether that was a good or a bad thing was probably debatable. The weirdest thing about this all was that she didn’t even miss dating…really. On the contrary, she felt better not dating…maybe it was because she knew she had Dallas to fall back on…god, she didn’t even deserve him. She was pretty sure he felt stronger about her than she did him…but she was just so fucking selfish that she didn’t even care. She just wanted him…in every way possible, every part of him. And she wanted to fina-fucking-lly be able to call him hers. Because everyone who was saying it lately was right…they’d be perfect together.

Even if only half of the world’s population was saying that...and the other half was saying that they’d be dysfunctional…including the little voice in the back of her head. No, not that voice, she took medications for that particular voice, thank you very much. The voice that reminded her to make her bed, or told her a million times that insert-latest-boyriend’s-name was wrong for her. She and Dallas fought all the time as it was…he freaked out when she put up a picture of she and Danny, even though it was nothing but friendly. And she freaked out when he had some ex poking around, despite the fact that she had a whole fucking line of exes. Adjective and verb. And god, she didn’t see how they could last forever…no one lasted forever…even if her online best friend Wesley had said his parents were still together…and had started out as best friends. God, most marriages ended in divorce…and most couples didn’t make it. So why the hell would she put her friendship on the line for this? Oh, right, because she loved him. Really. She did. And it felt great saying that…even if she wasn’t sure how much she loved him, or even if it was enough. She couldn’t help but smile as he complimented her legs…even if he was fucking drunk. And a laugh actually escaped her mouth as he told her not to wear skirts. “Oh, come on baby. You know you love being able to look over and see my legs.” She teased him lightly, “And besides. You know I like wearing skirts.” That much was true. Skirts were more comfortable than…pants or anything. You would almost never see Delilah in pants…unless it was summer and they were shorts, or she was in pajamas, or something. With anyone else their few moments of silence would have been awkward…with him it was comfortable. And she just looked down at their legs, noting that even just those looked perfect together. And yet her lips couldn’t help but pull down in a frown at what he said…god, he was so drunk. It made her sad. “I want to be with you, Dallas…so much….” She murmured, scooting closer to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want you to be lonely…I just don’t want to take things too quickly…I don’t want to fuck things between us up.” She explained, for what, the millionth time? And the sad thing was she was actually explaining it to herself to…because every part of her just wanted to have him and forget about taking it slowly. “You don’t need to be lonely, though. I’m right here.” She reminded him, kissing his cheek, letting her lips linger against his skin…before resting her head back on his shoulder. God, she loved being close to him.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1549
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , lkjsdlkfjdl delilas <3

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

It was pretty obvious to anyone who knew Dallas Wells long enough knew that he liked to drink as much as he liked to have sex. Which was kind of... well, not a very nice combination come to think of it, and the kind of thing any decent girl wouldn't like... but he honestly didn't give a shit. He liked sex. He was amazing at it. He got it whenever he wanted it. And it was kind of like alcohol... it was amazing, he got it whenever he wanted it and he liked it. A lot. Really, half the time people who saw him -- people other than Ace and Delilah, just so you all know -- he was either tipsy. Or drunk. Or really drunk. Or pretty much Dallas' own version of really drunk. And to be honest, it really wasn't hard to tell the difference. A tipsy Dallas was pretty much him actually going off to a corner and shutting up, something a million people probably could only wish he would do sometimes... or all the time, just because the guy just wouldn't shut up. And a drunk Dallas was almost kind of the same, except that he started making conversation... only to himself. Which kind of made him look insane, but whatever. A really drunk Dallas was him actually making conversation with something other than himself -- and I do literally mean something, because there were times Delilah had to drag him away from having a drunken conversation with a brick wall. And as for his own version of really drunk, he just went around hitting on girls, whistling at them, tripping over and running into things and was pretty much kind of like himself off his medications... only he was a lot more disoriented and smelled like alcohol. If that made any sense. And fine, maybe he only got that drunk like... thrice in his life. Delilah pretty much forced him to go home by the time he was really drunk and started talking to inanimated objects and got annoyed when they wouldn't answer him back. Which of course, was another one of the million and one reasons why he loved her so much. She had always been there for him, in so many ways... and he never even asked her to. Of course, had he been even the slightest bit sober every time she took him home, he would have protested right away, like he protested every time she offered to do things for him... except from the usual tidying his room and fixing his bedsheets. But fine, whether he wanted to admit this aloud or not, he secretly liked all the attention he gave her. Dallas was, by nature, an attention whore and he loved that people noticed him. So when the girl that he loved more than anything in the world started showing him attention, there was no denying that he secretly liked it. Even if he didn't necessarily show it.

Really, Dallas had lost count of how many times he had awoken from a drunken night with Delilah asleep next to him -- and not the way you're thinking she probably is, you pervs -- but looking obviously like she had been there all night. And all around him, he had clothes set out, aspirins for him to take and pretty much every thing he needed to nurse a hangover. And God, she had started doing this even when they had just started hanging out. They weren't even officially best friends then, not that the title needed to be offficial and announced or anything. It was pretty much a given that they became best friends. They spent way too much time together, they knew everything about each other and despite the fact that they were polar opposites and had stupid arguments over even stupider things every five minutes... their friendship came easily. She could talk to him about anything; about her dad, what she wanted to do with her life, even her douche bags which was honestly his least favorite topic but he obviously didn't have any choice in the matter and practically everything else in the world. And he could talk to her about how bitter he was over his mother, or how he sometimes wished he had parents, just so he'd know how it felt like to have someone who cared... and she always reminded him that she cared. And she did. She wasn't lying about that. She showed she cared more than anyone else in his life... and honestly, she was the only one who mattered. He didn't care if he lost everything, or everyone... he just didn't want to lose her. Which was one of the reasons he had just been so reluctant about telling her how he felt. A part of him seemed to think that he would lose her forever if they took that step... tried out a relationship... and he tried to convince himself that it wasn't true. That he loved her more than life itself and because of it, he'd find a way to... make this work. But then again... if, for some reason it really wouldn't... like, if she didn't want to be with him anymore -- God, he hoped not -- he wouldn't stop her. He wanted Delilah to be happy, even if... technically... it wouldn't be with him. God, he wouldn't know what he'd do if that ever happened.

But really, why was he even thinking about relationships right now, when she didn't even want one with him? How crazy was that? He was the one who had always avoided relationships and hated everything about it. And she had always been the one who practically told everyone that having a boyfriend was the best thing in the world, only it wasn't really because she dated douche bags her pretty much treated her like shit. God, he hated them so much. He hated how they made her cry, or made her feel sad... that she wasn't enough for anyone. She was enough for him. More than enough. He was pretty sure he didn't even deserve someone like her... someone who was as beautiful, as amazing, as... perfect as she was... despite her shortcomings. She was perfect to him. If that even made any sense. God, she was the whole reason why he was even this way... somewhere in between really drunk-Dallas and insane-Dallas's-Own-Version-of-Drunk. Because lately... he just didn't know what the hell was going on. With her. Or him. And especially them. A part of him was more than happy to hear her say that she loved him, that she wanted to be with him... that there was a chance they could be together... and yet, a part of him was just kind of doubting the whole thing. Dallas was used to losing everything and he was afraid he was going to lose this. Which was why he was extra-paranoid over everything. But God, it didn't help that she actually went around announcing that Ace was her new best friend, or that Danny was her new favorite person or that Wesley was her new internet best friend...whatever the fuck that meant. As far as he was concerned, any of them could take her away from him... and for all he knew, he could have been replaced already. He tried to remind himself that she was joking, that he would always be her best friend but fuck, it was hard to remember that when they were all they saw, all she talked about sometimes... He was starting to feel irrelevant, to be honest.

He couldn't help but beam when she called him baby. He loved it whenever she called him that... like there was still a chance for them to be together. God, he was so pathetic. Even in his drunken state, he knew that. "I do. And you purposely wear them to distract me. I know you do." He told her matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He couldn't help but sigh a little when she scooted closer to him, assuring him that she wanted to be with him. God, he wished he could believe her. He really did. But somehow, for some reason, a part of him just couldn't... the part that was still scared of the possibility that this wouldn't work out. He numbly nodded at her words, hearing them for the millionth time. His brows furrowed at what she said. "No, you wouldn't. I would. I don't know anything about this... about being in a relationship. You'd... you'd hate me for all the mistakes I'll make..." He trailed off, taking her hand and slowly intertwining their fingers together. This felt nice... really nice. "I know. But it's kind of hard to believe that... especially when I see you telling everyone Danny is your new favorite person. And... all those other stuff you say. It's like... I don't matter anymore... And I just... feel really lonely when I think of it." The thing about Dallas was that he was extra-honest when he was drunk. And extra-impulsive. He gently squeezed her hand. "I'll always love you, though. Even if I don't matter anymore."

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1651
NOTE
wkhfkerf i love them. sfm. <333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

Delilah knew perfectly well that she was sending Dallas mixed messages…she didn’t know why she was, she didn’t want to do it, but she was. She didn’t lie when she said she loved him, or that she wanted to be with him…she wanted nothing more than to be with him…to feel him hold her, and know that he wasn’t just holding her on a platonic way. Or to feel his lips against hers…she wanted nothing more than to feel that. But she also wasn’t lying when she said she just wanted to take it slow…that she didn’t want to fuck things up. And really, she was sure to. When was the last time she’d had an actual functioning relationship? Even her one with Danny hadn’t been very functional. A majority of her relationships were all about sex. She didn’t know the first thing about a fucking real relationship…she knew even less than Dallas did, probably. And the last thing she wanted was for she and Dallas to have anything like what she and any of her exes had. She wanted everything with Dallas…and god, she still had so many doubts. Like that he only wanted her because she was a challenge for the moment, because he wasn’t going to get bored of her…and that the second he had her he’d be bored. And she knew she was going to fuck things up, on the off chance he didn’t get bored of her. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he loved her…but she honestly thought he was overreacting about the love. That it wasn’t nearly as strong as he made it seem…god, why was she doubting him? He’d been the one to say it first…well, metaphorically. Dallas was the nicest guy on earth…he seemed to feel stronger about her than she even did him. She was just being paranoid. Truly. She didn’t even have a reason to be. Why did she keep trying to convince herself that he didn’t even really want her? Oh. Right. Because it was the only thing standing between them and a relationship. Which she wanted….so fucking much. But at the same time she was scared…she needed some reassurance. And no matter what he said, he didn’t seem to be able to give her any. No one could. Not the random people who said they’d look nice together, or Danny, who’d been telling her to be with him since day one…or Ace, who didn’t seem to care either way, and just made huge jokes out of the situation. The only one who ever gave her any…was Dallas…and she didn’t even know if he was trying to. When he held her hand, or said he loved her, or looked at her in that way that none of her exes did. And yet at the same time she knew it wasn’t even enough…she couldn’t just jump into this…no matter how many people told her to. She needed a good plan that would assure that they didn’t end. Ever. Because that would mean their friendship ending as well. She was sure of it. She already felt as though if she did anything to take a step backwards it would ruin their friendship…so it was a good thing that she didn’t want to.

She already didn’t even feel like his friend anymore…when the two of them skipped all their classes together, and just hung around his room. Which admittedly they’d done before…but god, this was different. They spent most of their time laying on his couch and watching his TV, cuddling, not even saying anything…but saying everything at the same time. Although maybe that was because he kept falling asleep…because she’d forced him to watch the notebook. Ha. And of course they’d also played twister…and ate pop tarts…and had a fight over ridiculous things, like the fact that his socks weren’t matching, and she‘d bugged him about his shoe laces until he‘d gone as far as to take his shoes off. And she’d spent a good twenty minutes re-organizing his underwear drawer, with him scoffing over the fact that she folded them all individually, and saying that she was just using it as an excuse to see his underwear. Which she wasn’t. So there. But still, none of it had felt like they were just friends…she couldn’t even think of him in that way anymore…and she’d never thought of him like a brother, like he’d suggested. Especially not since the foot job thing. And she definitely couldn’t think of him like a friend now, much less a brother…they hadn’t even been intimate yet. Well, other than their hugs…which admittedly felt different than the usually did. And okay…she found herself kissing him a lot…not really kissing. Just on the cheek, or his shoulder, or anywhere she could reach…ha. Really, she was still so unsure about being actually intimate with him…admittedly, the foot job hadn’t felt weird. At all. Nor did their not-so friendly hugs, or the kisses she gave him…but god, she’d known the guy for years. They were closer than you could even imagine…what would actually kissing him be like? Or…sex. She’d thought about sex with him a lot lately…but she blamed it on her lack of sex. At first it had utterly revolted her, for the simple fact that every time she thought of it she only thought of him having sex with Bitchy Spice…but once she got over that - thank-fucking-god - she couldn’t help but be afraid of it. She felt like it was going to be awkward…having sex with a guy she’d known for so long. Having sex with a guy she actually liked…which was why she was putting it off…but at the same time she wanted it. Really badly. No matter how nervous she was. Which was why there were moments when she would tell him they could have sex before they were actually together…although she usually only said that when she was really horny, and before her nerves started kicking back up. Ha.

But honestly, Dallas was pretty much the one guy she’d have sex with, without having a relationship. She loved him…and they were going to have a relationship…eventually. She hoped. In a way she was just trying to make him wait around, so he had to work for her, so he wouldn’t be bored once he finally got her…so maybe Danny was right in saying that she was just playing hard to get, but she was doing it in…a loving way. Really. And she was scared. And she didn’t want him to be bored of her…and god, it was hurting her too. Not being able to be with him…she wanted nothing more than to have a legit reason why she could freak out at other girls. And for him to be hers…that was really all she wanted. As creepy and possessive as that was…and she wanted to be his. Even though she already kind of was. No, she really was…even if he didn’t even want her to be…she always would be. But god, lately it wasn’t even feeling like enough. Which was stupid and selfish, since she was the only reason they weren’t together…but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him. In every way…to every degree.

Still, she couldn’t help but swoon as he smiled like that…god, his smile was the best thing ever. No matter how fucking drunk he was. He had the best smile ever. She loved him. And fine, he was kind of right…she did pretty much just wear them to distract him. Just like how she’d sometimes give Danny less than three hearts just to make him jealous. “Fine, I do. But I never hear you or your hard on complaining in class, so shut up.” She replied teasingly. And her smile went down a bit as he sighed. She knew she was giving him mixed messages…she knew she probably should have stopped…but she wasn’t trying to. Really. She just wanted him. And she really wanted to be with him…and she was running out of reasons why she couldn’t be… “I don’t know anything about this either.” She mumbled, feeling his fingers intertwine with hers…best feeling ever. They had so many…sparks. Every time they touched. How could she never have noticed? “I’ll never hate you. Ever. I love you.” A month ago she would have meant it in a friendly way…now it was anything but. “Don’t listen to me when I say things like that.” She told him firmly. “You’re my favorite person. You’re my best friend. You’re my…everything.” God. If he knew how fucking true everything she was saying was…he wouldn’t even doubt her. “I love you so much, Dallas wells. You will always matter.” She told him, knowing he probably wouldn’t even remember this in the morning, squeezing his hand and kissing his shoulder… “I want to be with you…so badly…” She whispered, her eyes closing as she leaned against him…only slightly. Because he was fucking drunk and she didn’t want to knock his un-coordinated ass over. Ha. “But I’m scared…” She didn’t even know why she admitted the last part…maybe because he wouldn’t remember anything. Maybe.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1702
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , lskjdlfksfl. favorite pairing of life.

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

To be honest, Dallas was pretty used to not getting what he wanted. Because really, when you grew up the way he did, you’d get used to not having whatever you wanted in life. Without his mom’s numerous boyfriends paying for more than half of the bills, he probably wouldn’t even be able to afford a semester in this school. Hell, it was her mom’s boyfriends who paid for his studies in this school, which was, of course, all the more reason for him to fuck up his grades, in his opinion. Ha. And as much as he hated being supported by them, he really had no choice in the matter. He remembered being a kid and seeing the times his mom wasn’t dating, and let’s just say even he personally preferred that someone else supported them, instead of depending entirely on his mom. Because depending on her would mean depending on… no one, really. Not even kidding. She refused to work and she just didn’t care if Dallas starved or something, that way… there would probably one less mouth to feed. So when you were an overly hyperactive kid who easily got bored with things, and then you saw how all the kids around you had all these neat stuff, it was hard trying to accept the fact that he wouldn’t be able to have it. Growing up, he wanted to be independent of his mom, but that didn’t happen. Then after he realized what he was actually good at, he wanted to be an artist but then he didn’t have the attention span, grades or money for art school. To make things short, he wanted a lot of things in his life… but for one reason or another, he never got it. And he was just used to it now. He never really cared before until… well, right now. Because now… the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world, the one thing he sincerely wanted and would do anything to get… he might not even be able to get, either. And the sad part was, he sincerely thought he would. And he wasn’t being delusional, thanks – okay, maybe he was at first and he totally misread all the nice, caring bff gestures she gave him as something else entirely but after awhile, he didn’t anymore – she told him she loved him. In a more than friendly way… just like he felt with her. Okay, maybe not exactly the same. Dallas had the sneaking suspicion what he felt for her was so much more than what she felt for him, but God, he didn’t even care. He should because honestly, it was kind of sad and unfair for him, but he didn’t really care. The way he saw it, it was understandable. Dallas had loved Delilah for as long as he can remember. And she was only realizing her feelings for him now. She couldn’t possibly have as much feelings for him as he did for her in just a time span of what, a couple days? Even he knew it didn’t work that way.

And besides, even if hypothetically speaking, the couple of days didn’t exist… he wouldn’t really care if he loved her more than she did him. Fine… admittedly, he might feel a bit annoyed about it, but it didn’t even matter. He loved her too much to care who loved who more. And how could they not be meant to be together? They just were. Everyone said so. God, even his Uncle Pablo thought so, and the guy was drunk ninety-nine percent of the time and half of that time, he was talking to walls and complete strangers. Even when they were nothing but best friends, they did things that couples would normally do, like… sleep over at each other’s place, and watch movies together, or just cuddle together but not really say anything… and pretty much anything that would be too weird if this was a normal kind of friendship. And it wasn’t. He always knew that, but he had been quick to disregard it before… and now, he couldn’t just let go of it. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if after she made him wait for so long, she decided they couldn’t be together. He’d be pretty pissed off and well… he didn’t know what would come after that. Things have changed so much between them in such a short period of time that it was almost impossible to back being best friends. It would be awkward and Dallas, who normally was too oblivious to notice awkward situations, would notice it right away. And God, he didn’t want that to happen. Never. If he lost her in the aspect of a relationship, and then lost her in the friendship aspect too, he wouldn’t know what to do. He’d probably just go… live like a hobo and… die or something. Which was kind of drastic come to think of it, but whatever. He’d do something like that.

Because to be honest, the only reason why he was still studying here even if technically, he could just leave and his mom wouldn’t even notice and would just be glad he was gone, was because of Delilah. And fine, maybe Ace too, but he was too much of a caveman to really appreciate that. The only reason why he bothered to study sometimes – even though he was actually really intelligent; he just liked to pretend he was stupid sometimes to amuse himself – and try to make something of himself was because of her. He had told her once that he decided to become a hobo after he graduated and she pretty much freaked out. She wanted him to go to college with her… and God, he could never say no to her. He’d rob a bank for her if she asked him nicely. Just kidding. Kind of. Okay, not really. But you get my point. And if this thing with her worked out… and they ended up being together a lot longer than either of them ever expected, he didn’t want to be some lazy douche who couldn’t give her anything. And he wanted her to be proud of him because right now, there was nothing he did that could make her proud of her. Okay, that sounded kind of lame, but God… he wanted to be perfect for her. If that even made any sense. She had always complained about how her douches were lazy and pretty much worthless, and the last thing Dallas wanted was to be just like them.

Which of course, was why he was even waiting for her. Other guys, probably even him included, would have given up completely. Because really, to wait for some girl and not have sex with her or anyone else, and then only to realize she might not even say yes in the end…? Yeah, it didn’t seem very fair, but God, she wasn’t just any girl. She was Delilah. His Delilah. She was his, God-fucking-damn it. She always had been. And he would always love her… even if this didn’t work out for him, in the end. He wouldn’t even hold it against her if she ended up saying that she didn’t actually want a relationship with him. That was how much he loved her. It was too much, too… insane, sometimes and honestly, it scared him to feel that much for someone when technically, he never even felt just a little bit of this with anyone else in his life. But what did it even matter? It was how he felt, how he would always feel. He couldn’t help but frown at her words just a little. “Hey, I never had a hard-on, thanks… No wait, I did. That one time… and Mr. Hatchett saw and it was all… awkward.” He laughed to himself more than her. He couldn’t help but fall silent when he heard her say she loved him, promise him that she could never hate him, never replace him with anyone else... as much as he wanted to believe her, he just couldn’t. There were always going to be other guys… other guys who were far better than him, who probably deserved her more and he would always be afraid she’d replace him. He wished he didn’t care so much but God, he did. He cared more than he should, really. Which was why they constantly had fights about it… fights that made him angry at himself more than he was with her. He wasn’t even really mad at her, to be honest. He was quiet for a few moments until he turned to her. “Why are you scared? I would never hurt you.” He mumbled before wrapping his arms tightly around her small frame and pulling her close. God, he had been dying to do that for so long. He kissed the top of her head, whispering, “What am I doing wrong, Del? There has to be something I’m not doing right… you date all your boyfriends right away. Sometimes, you don’t even wait a day. But not me… what’s wrong with me?” He couldn’t help but sound… sad. And almost pleading, really. “I want to be with you so much. You don’t even know.” He mumbled. He sounded pathetic, but he didn’t even care.

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TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1683
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333

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[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

Delilah didn’t even really know why she couldn’t just say yes to him…she was running out of excuses. At first she’d needed time to think things over, she no longer needed that. She knew she wanted him. And then it had been the timing thing…but she was honestly getting to the point where she didn’t care about that. What was she possibly waiting for? Him to shower her in roses and chocolates? No, not really. That would be completely wrong of her…she hadn’t done that to any of her exes and she didn’t even like any of them. She never left anyone waiting around as long as she had Dallas…ever. And she honestly couldn’t think of any more reasons not to just be with him…she loved him, he loved her. She didn’t want to fuck things up, but she was pretty sure she was going to do it anyway if she kept him waiting around for much longer. She couldn’t even see herself with anyone else…she hadn’t dated since she found out how he felt, she hadn’t slept with anyone since before that. Even though she’d had a short lived boyfriend not all that long ago, they hadn’t exactly had much sex…she’d had a sneaking suspicion that he was gay, or something, and he wouldn’t be the first of her boyfriends to come out of the closet. Which was quite a blow to the ego, but whatever, her ego was probably too high as it was anyway. How much longer could she go stringing him along like this? Making up excuses and dodging what was obviously going to have to happen…they were going to have to take their friendship to the next level. They couldn’t stay like…this. She didn’t even want to. She was sick of not being able to freak out at girls who looked at him without even having a valid reason, or feeling like a stalker for imagining their wedding together…yes, she’d done that, what girl hadn’t? And she wanted to be with him…to just be able to kiss him all day…and have sex with him, but the second part didn’t even matter so much. Even if she’d spent a majority of her time trying to sleep thinking about it. She could live without it…luckily for her she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have to, because she didn’t think he could. Ha. Of course she could always use that as an excuse…no wait, she already had. The fact that she felt like he only wanted her for the sex, and would be bored of her the second she gave it to him. Just like every other man on earth…but of course he’d been quick to challenge that, and he’d won. He wasn’t even having sex with anyone else, at least he claimed not to, she was still unsure. And when she’d asked if he would be fine not having sex for a year, which honestly she didn’t think she’d be able to do, he said he just wanted to be with her. Which was honestly more than any guy on earth had ever said to her…how could she keep saying no to him? She didn’t even want to anymore…she never really had. She could pretty much feel her barrier slowly breaking, despite the fact that he was drunk off his ass, and she should have just left. She wouldn’t. She never did.

But there was still the one fact…the one reason she kept saying no…the fact that someone was going to get hurt, and it was going to effect everything. Whether he slipped up and cheated on her, or she just fucked it up in her numerous fuck-up ways, someone was going to get hurt, and their friendship was on the line. Dangling there…how could she even let something that meant so much to her be on the line, really? It was the most important thing to her…even though lately it seemed like a relationship was the most important thing…the thing she wanted more than anything else was just to be with him. To be his…to be able to really call him hers…and to be able to be affectionate with him without feeling weird…and for everyone to know. At the moment everyone was pretty confused as to what they were, she was pretty sure. No one knew if they were dating, some people literally thought they were just fucking, other people were literally screaming at her and telling her to stop being such a bitch and playing hard to get. Okay, that last thing was mostly just Danny, but whatever. He’d actually been telling her she should be with him for quite some time…and he probably felt all smug that she was now considering it, jack ass. Even in the short lived relationship between she and Danny he’d always teased her about she and Dallas…and of course that was the thing that made Delilah feel uneasy about Sage. All of her relationships lasted a few weeks, a month tops. Her one with Danny had lasted, what, three weeks? Four tops? Possibly a month…but he had said his one with Sage lasted a few months…only one of Delilah’s relationships in her entire life had lasted that long. Really. And he’d ended up leaving her for someone with a nicer rack, or something, she didn’t even really get it. She had the best rack ever, thank you very much. Even if she wasn’t quite as…bodacious as Megan Fox, she had a great ass to make up for it. Ha. Which was another reason she liked to wear her little skirts…although she usually only wore the really little ones around whomever she was dating…or now, she wore them around Dallas. Even though they weren’t dating. Because she liked to see his reaction…and liked seeing him struggle to keep his hands off her. Ha. Because frankly, half of the time she was struggling to keep hers off him too…especially when he didn’t have a shirt on. She was pretty sure he was just trying to drive her insane by walking around shirtless on the occasions he did.

And it was working. Really. Everything about him was driving her crazy…the fact that she wanted to be with him, but was too scared. The fact that he was just so…tempting, and not even just sexually, although that was certainly a part of it. The fact that she could have him, that he was right there in front of her, and she had to keep coming up with excuses as to why she shouldn’t. And of course the only reason option was for her to suck it up and just say yes…to finally be with someone who cared about her, and someone she cared about so much it was insane. But Delilah didn’t want to go into things without a plan…although, frankly, her relationship plans never really worked out. And lately she just wanted to forget all of the plans she’d been trying to come up with…and just go for it. And let things happen…even if things didn’t happen exactly like she wanted them to. Which was big for Delilah. Really. But she just…wanted to be with him. She was so sick of not knowing what to call him…because just friends didn’t seem to cut it anymore, but at the same time she knew they were nothing more. She let out a bit of a laugh, remembering about that time…which had definitely been awkward, but didn’t say anything more on the matter. It seemed slightly irrelevant at the moment…when all she could think about was how much she wanted to be with him. Would this be a weird moment to say that? Yes, definitely. The timing would be all fucked up…he was drunk. Really drunk. Not even just tipsy. And god, she knew he was right…he wouldn’t hurt her…not on purpose. She’d hurt him…and fine, she was pretty sure he’d end up hurting her, even if it was by accident. So she just took a deep breath and shook her head. “You say that now…you’d do it without even meaning to…and I’d end up hurting you. I’ve never been in a relationship that worked, Dallas. And I don’t know…maybe it’s because I haven’t been in one with you…but I’m still scared…” She trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed, and letting out a light sigh as he kissed the top of her head…god, she loved when he did that. Loved when he pulled her close to him. Loved…them. Even if they weren’t even them yet. They would be. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re doing everything right. Everything’s perfect. I want to be with you…I don’t even know why I keep saying no. But with them it was easy, it was like nothing…I want us to be different.” She wasn’t even making any sense anymore. She was this close to just…breaking down and finally saying yes. She didn’t even know how to go about it. So she just closed her eyes and sighed lightly. “I’ll be with you, Dallas…” She mumbled, knowing the timing was all wrong…but not caring. She wanted to be with him. More than anything. And…saying it made her feel…great. She couldn’t help but smile a bit, even though she was feeling embarrassed…and the timing was really just fucked up. And what was even supposed to happen next?

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1723
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i'm the fastest typer of life. <3 i love them sfm.

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

See, Dallas had this thing about relationships; he didn’t do them. He just didn’t. The way he saw it, he didn’t want to be troubled with all the drama and baggage that came with a relationship. And the only way he knew that there was even drama and baggage was because he watched – and rather resentfully, at that – Delilah go through most of her, if not all, relationships that way. Either that, or because she basically forced him to watch a romantic movie with her practically every time they slept over at each other’s dorm rooms… which was often, just so you know. And it wasn’t weird at all; it was just… two best friends who liked to hang out a lot. It was normal. And fine. And… okay, maybe it made him rethink this whole no-relationships-thing, because hanging out with Delilah was practically like being in a relationship already… but obviously without the kissing, or the sex. And he was pretty sure the foot job she accidentally gave him didn’t count as sex. But God… she was making him want to be in a relationship now. More than anything in the world. He wanted to be able to hold her hand in front of everyone, without worrying about what she would think, or if she’d feel weird about it. He wanted to be able to kiss her, and hug her, and hold her against him in front of everyone, not because they were best friends who were just weirdly touchy-feely and junk, but because she was his girlfriend. His, God-fucking-damn it. And he wanted a reason to tell every asshole with a dick and wanted to use it to back off, or to at least threaten to cut them if they stared at her for longer than ten seconds… not that it ever stopped him before. Because he did that anyway. But you get my point. God, what was wrong with him? All it took was for her to let him hold her every time the two of them just hung out, or fall asleep next to him, or secretly use his toothbrush whenever she slept over and date countless assholes… and now, he wanted a relationship with her – something he honestly thought he would never, ever get in a million years. It had always been just the kind of thing he would swear off, and what he had endlessly told her that he would never have. God, no wonder she never believed him whenever he said that he wanted to be with her. Even if he told her that it wasn’t just about the sex – and it honestly wasn’t, thank you very much – she always thought that he would immediately get bored of her after they finally had sex. He didn’t even blame her about that. He constantly talked about getting bored with girls he talked to for more than the usual thirty minutes before they fucked. Yes, the time he took to get to know a girl before they had sex was thirty minutes. And no, he didn’t really care if it was only half an hour. He had a really short attention span, obviously.

And then there was that whole flashlight thing. He didn’t even know where that came from, to be honest. He was just drunk as usual with Ace and instead of laughing about stupid things with him, he was surfing E-Bay for plastic vaginas to amuse himself. And then he saw a plastic vagina that was meant to look like a flashlight so when it was used in public, it would look like he was fucking a flashlight and not a vagina… and fine, maybe that didn’t make much sense but Dallas had been highly amused with it at the time and decided to spend his precious fifty dollars to buy it. Delilah had disapproved at first and told him it was a complete waste of valuable money and he eventually forgot about it… until he promised her he’d wait for her and not have sex while waiting… which of course, was completely insane for him. It would have been easy for the normal person maybe, but not Dallas Wells… who, before all this, practically had sex every day. Or at least five days a week. God, maybe he was a sex addict. No… not even. He could handle not having sex and waiting for her. He had his… hand. And the plastic vagina disguised as a flashlight… which was pretty much overused now. And so was his hand. And that was probably too much information. But it was to prove a point to her – which was that, no matter how many times he told her funny sex jokes that pretty much implied that they have sex, or told everyone about his flashlight, or that he pretty much used to have sex every day… sex wasn’t all that important anymore. Okay, it was kind of important but it wasn’t the most important thing. He didn’t just want sex with her. And he didn’t want to date her just because he was curious as to how sex would be with her. And especially the fact that he wouldn’t get bored of her. Really. She was the only person in the world he never got bored of… God, he even got bored of Ace and they were best friends. Delilah was different. She had always been different.

Because even though he was the most impulsive guy on earth and he changed the subject every five minutes with other people, he didn’t with her. God, he could talk to her about the same thing for hours. They had done that so many times, it wasn’t even weird anymore. And the thing was, she wasn’t impulsive at all. She over-analyzed everything, which annoyed to Dallas to no end… which was probably one of the million reasons why she was making him wait. Because she was over-analyzing him… again. She probably figured this was nothing but a fun game for him to pass the time and once he got over the hype of it, this was all over… God, it wasn’t even like that at all. He thought about marriage with her, for God’s sake. Marriage, of all fucking things. He hated relationships all his life, and now he was even thinking about marriage. He was thinking of beach weddings… and beat up red couches… and pets… and a huge backyard for their five kids, one of whom would be named Ace… and white picket fences and… he was insane. He was sure of it. Because the next thing he knew, he was hearing her say that she wanted to be with him. She had been saying some things before that, things that she had told him a million times before… so he would have probably zoned out had it been someone else telling him but he didn’t because she was Delilah and he listened to everything she said… and then all of a sudden, she said it. I’ll be with you, Dallas. He had to be hearing wrong. He just had to be. He was drunk for fuck’s sake… and emotional. God, why was he even emotional? This was so stupid. And she had spent the last few days telling him she wanted to wait, that the timing didn’t feel right and it had to be perfect and even in his drunken state, he knew this wasn’t perfect. He had six bottles of beer, for God’s sake. Or seven. Or eight. He didn’t know. He lost count after the fourth. They were by the school’s pool at what, two in the morning? It just didn’t make any sense. And yet… she was looking up at him expectantly, smiling a little uncomfortably and looking all embarrassed… God, she was beautiful. She had no idea how beautiful he found her. “…Really?” He should probably say something else… like… I love you or something, but all he could do was stare stupidly at her, wondering still if he was imagining things or not. But then, he did something even he himself didn’t see coming.

He turned to completely face her – carefully, because he was kind of dizzy and he didn’t want to fall into the water like an idiot – raising his hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind her ear, just gazing at her. “I know… this is kind of weird… and probably… not the perfect place to do it…. and maybe, you would prefer this to be elsewhere, and when I’m sober… and just so you know, I know what I’m talking about. This is not drunk ramble… I’m rambling aren’t I? Shit. I’m ruining the moment…” He trailed off, shaking his head in exasperation. What the hell was wrong with him? He carefully intertwined their fingers together, biting his lower lip and trying to find the right words. God, he was so bad at this emotional stuff. Really. He was just going to have to… go with whatever he randomly thought of. “Is it okay… if I kiss you? I think it’s what supposed to come next… like in your lame movies…” Why was he asking her? What the fuck was wrong with his brain? He was insane… and he sounded ridiculous right now. So instead of just waiting for her to say something, he impulsively moved closer and kissed her. Not… roughly or anything, like it would have been because it was impulsive and all… but gently. Like… it was planned, somewhat. If that even made any sense. But who cared if it didn’t? Not Dallas… because the kiss was just… perfect. And right.

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1723
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

The truth was, if she got down to it, Delilah had never been in a real relationship. Technically she’d been in a million…a million guys asked her out, she said yes to all of them, they dated, they went out on dates… they fucked, it was technically a relationship. But did it really count as a fucking relationship (adjective not verb) if the guy was pretty much just using you to get into your pants? Because much like Dallas had a no relationships rule, Delilah had a no sex without relationships rule…and fine, while they used her for the sex, sometimes she did too. Just so she could have sex and not feel like a whore. Because like a majority of human beings, and dolphins, Delilah enjoyed sex. Highly. Even if she was well aware that the sex meant more to her than it did the person she was having it with…and fine, she was pretty sure she was a decent lay. Why else would a million guys date her just for the sex? It wasn’t like they broke up with her right after it happened. They strung her along until she actually started getting attached and then they cut her off. It was pretty sad that the closest she’d come to a real relationship was with her best friend - besides Dallas, of course - Danny. He’d probably been the only one that wasn’t just using her…which as probably why Dallas hated him least…or why he seemed to get jealous of him the most. Their reason for breaking up was simple…they knew they were both too good for each other, they knew they’d make better friends…and Danny had severe abandonment issues. Mix him trying to pull away with a clingy Delilah and you have a not-so nice relationship. So despite the fact that it had been better than most of her relationships, and had lasted longer, in the end they’d both agreed they’d make better friends, even if they hadn’t been friends before the dating. And admittedly, their relationship had been more friendly than anything. They’d spent most of it teasing each other, or going to parties and standing there, making fun of everyone getting drunk and acting like idiots…and kissed and had sex, but whatever, it was pretty much a friendly thing, even the sex felt more friendly than anything else. Which was why she didn’t get why Dallas chose to be so jealous of him in particular…but she never said that because she didn’t want him to go all caveman on her for even mentioning sex with Danny. Plus it was just kind of…awkward.

And yet she already knew it wasn’t going to be like that with Dallas…because they were the opposite of she and Danny. She and Danny had been a couple who seemed more like friends…she and Dallas were friends who seemed more like a couple. She’d lost track of how many times she’d had to say no, they weren’t dating, no, they weren’t fucking, no, they shouldn’t be. And how many times she’d woken up next to him, with his arms around her, feeling like it was the best thing on earth…better than waking up with one of her douche bags next to her…better than waking up alone. And she didn’t want to just be friends with him…she never really had just been friends with him, how could she have thought as much? They’d always had a weird little undeniable kind of chemistry…normal friends didn’t sit around and talk, or cuddle and watch romance movies, or…give each other foot jobs at new years parties and then be able to not feel totally awkward. She didn’t do any of that with Ace…or Danny, or anyone, it was always just him. She didn’t even really do most of it with her ex boyfriends…while, sure, Dallas fell asleep during a lot of her movies, they still…cuddled and shit. Her ex douchers always just tried to make out, or have sex, or whatever. Which she was always quick to stop, but whatever. Even if she could just go and have a normal friendship with Dallas, without the conflicting emotions, the confusing moments when she didn’t know what she wanted, him freaking out and being a jealous caveman….she wouldn’t. She loved it all. She loved seeing him get pissed at her for “flirting” with some other girl…or seeing him check her out when she was wearing one of her short skirts…and all of that.

Despite the fact that this moment was about as imperfect as a perfect moment could get…it was still pretty fucking perfect. It was nothing like how she’d imagined it a million times in her head, over and over again, almost as though on repeat…it was almost better. Because it wasn’t like those cliché movies she saw, or like those boring couples who just asked each other to the movies and called it a day. It was special and different and it was just…them. Completely and totally. It wouldn’t have been like she and Dallas if he wasn’t drunk off her ass and she wasn’t nervous as all hell but trying to act like nothing was wrong. She didn’t know how she could have expected anything more…how she could have even wanted anything more, this was pretty much perfect. Even if it would have been better if he said something along the lines of loving her, but whatever, this was still perfect…and he was hers now. She was sure of it. And she was his…and she always would be. And god, he was so adorable when he stared at her like that…and even more so when he turned to face her, and all she could think about was how funny it would be if he fell in…and how badly it would ruin this perfectly imperfect moment…almost as badly as his cute rambling did. And everything he was rambling about was right…this wasn’t the perfect place for it to happen…and he was drunk…and she’d imagined it happening in a more…romantic setting than this…even though it probably could have been romantic if either of them had been trying for it. But she didn’t even care…it was perfect. She loved everything about it…the way he tucked some hair behind her ear, the way he tangled their fingers together…even if it wasn’t her romance movie moment that she’d been wanting since she was seven years old, it was just as good. She couldn’t help but laugh a little bit and nod in agreement when he said he was ruining the moment…but she quickly grew short as he asked if he could kiss her, having all intentions of saying that he could…despite the fact that this wasn’t at all how she’d imagined their first kiss that wasn’t just her lips against his cheek or his against her hair. But before she even had a chance to open her mouth his lips were on hers…tenderly…and it felt so right that she didn’t even care that his breath probably tasted of alcohol…she didn’t even notice it. She just closed her eyes, basking in the moment of complete and utter bliss, sighing lightly against his lips and pulling away just enough so that she could mumble a quick “I love you.” against his lips.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1364
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i love them sfm. <33333

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

A lot of people, including himself believe it or not, questioned his ability to actually be in a functional relationship, having no idea whatsoever on how things were supposed to be done. Especially if he considered the fact that Delilah had been in a fuckload of relationships and of course, she had expectations… and probably a lot of them… expectations he probably wouldn’t even know, much less know what to do about them. And fine, maybe he wouldn’t be very good at it… and basically screw up a lot. But he knew the basics; he had been forcibly exposed to too much romance movies to know how it went. And he wasn’t that stupid, God. He was actually really intelligent… if he wasn’t too busy trying not to be. But that’s not the point. He knew he wasn’t supposed to check out other girls… or cheat on her. God, anyone with a functional brain knew that. Not that he’d ever think of doing those things… ever. He loved her too much to even think about anyone else. No one even appealed to him anymore. Relatively hot girls who threw themselves at him – girls he would have fucked right away had he been drunk and horny enough – didn’t even matter to him anymore… not that they ever really did. Okay, maybe they kind of did, but it was only for the night and since Dallas had a lot of nights like those, they really weren’t that much of a big deal. And he knew that he was supposed to treat her nicely and all that stuff… which he already did. God, he was pretty sure he was a million times better at treating her nicely than any of her ex-boyfriends, who were pretty much dicks and treated her like shit. Because really, how could anyone date Delilah just for the sex? He couldn’t… how could they not see how amazing she was? How caring and sweet and thoughtful she really was? But then again, she never showed that side to her to anyone else but him… Ha. That made him feel pretty special, despite the fact that she went around calling practically every single one of her guy friends her best friend… which really pissed him off, to be honest. He knew she was only purposely doing that because she had this sick thrill of seeing him get jealous and possessive – which he honestly didn’t understand, to be honest because all they did after was argue about it – but he couldn’t help but get jealous. He always figured he was special to her, that he was above and better than everyone else to her. And seeing her call other guys those things… well, it made him feel really… insignificant to her…when obviously, what he felt for her was exactly the opposite of that. God, he loved her so much. More than he could even really understand… which scared him, to be honest. It was dangerous to feel that much for a person, he knew that. Especially for someone like him, who didn’t really have much experience dealing with emotions and relationships and all those other things.

A part of him knew that somewhere along the lines, he would screw up… without really meaning to, of course. And that she’d probably hate him forever afterwards and he didn’t want that… but God… what else could he possibly know about relationships? He couldn’t wing it like he did with other things in his life… okay, he pretty much winged most of the things he did, mostly because he was the most impulsive guy ever and he had to. But this was a relationship… this wasn’t some test he didn’t get to study for… or something. It was something he knew nothing about and he could lose everything with just one screw-up and then what would he have after? Absolutely nothing. He’d lose Delilah as his girlfriend and he’d lose her as his best friend and he may have just… jumped off a building or something insane like that. She was everything to him. She was the only reason why he was still in school, why he strived to make something of himself, why he stopped whoring around, why he would probably stop drinking after tonight because he knew she hated it… he did a lot of things for her, to be honest. Nice things… mainly because he knew no one else strived to do those things for her like he did. And he wanted to be different from them so that on the chance that she broke up with him… she’d at least know he tried to make her happy. God, they barely even started this relationship thing and already, he was thinking about how he could likely screw up… which he would. There was no doubt about that. He screwed up everything in his life, and he was pretty much used to it. But the only difference from all those time and now with her was that he would actually try to fix things with her. The thing was, he screwed up so many things in his life that he didn’t even bother trying to fix it. He just went along with whatever happened after. He couldn’t possibly go along with whatever came after a break-up… especially when it came to Delilah. She was different. She always had been.

Knowing her of course, she probably pictured this moment all out in her head… with plans on things she’d say and do because she knew just what he’d say and do. Her and her annoying plans… he never really understood her compulsive planning with everything when he didn’t plan anything at all, and he turned out fine. Okay, maybe it would have been better if he probably planned this out just a little; that he wasn’t drunk off his ass to the point that any moment now, he could just randomly fall into the water or something, or that they were somewhere a little less weird than the school’s swimming pool, or that he could have said something a lot more romantic and well-thought out… but that wasn’t who he was. Those were all the things some other guy would do… some guy who was obviously trying too hard to please her. And he knew he didn’t have to go through so much effort to make her happy. He was at least proud of that fact. And Dallas wasn’t the kind of person who thought out… anything, really. He worked with what he got and what he got right now was him drunk at two in the morning with her… by the school’s pool. Which didn’t sound romantic at all, but what did it even matter? They were together now, right? He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to forget this tomorrow. He wasn’t even all that drunk anymore, to be honest. Okay, he was still kind of dizzy, but it wasn’t to the point that he’d forget any of this. Or that he couldn’t walk straight. HE was sure he could now. And he never would forget this… he was pretty sure of that. He couldn’t help but smile – no, pretty much grin, actually – against her lips as she said she loved him. “Mine…” He mumbled into her lips before he possessively kissed her again, this time tugging on her lips with his teeth but not really deepening it. Not yet, anyway. Ha. She was his now… she always had been to him, but she was his officially. And no one else could have her they way he did… God, nothing could make him happier. Nothing and no one could make him feel this way… like, nothing could possibly go wrong, that even if this situation was imperfect in a dozen ways, it was still perfect, in a dozen other ways. And it didn’t even matter that this could have been better. Because as far as he was concerned, this was perfection. Really. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you too, Del. You have no idea…” His gaze darted from the water and back to her, smiling a bit as he did. “Take a swim with me.”

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1477
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

Delilah was not one to jump into things. Her previous relationships, she would spend weeks mulling over the guys, trying to decide if she liked them enough for a relationship. Admittedly she never left them hanging as long as she had Dallas, but that was because they didn’t matter as much as Dallas did. She didn’t care if things ended badly, because she knew they always would. And with Dallas she’d known automatically…the second the finally let herself think over it, even though it was a “hypothetical” situation, that she loved him. Maybe she didn’t think love at first, just that having something with Dallas wouldn’t be that bad…but by the time she actually let herself think it over, she realized it was love. What else could this be? He was the one person on earth she could relax and be herself around…not even Ace or Danny could make her do that. He was the one person who got to see her caring side…he was always the first one she went to when something was wrong. She’d seen every side of him and she loved him nonetheless. Even if he was drunk, or stupid, or annoying, or loud…while it would have annoyed her had it been anyone else doing the things he did, when it was Dallas it only made her love him more. Love him to the point where she would follow him around when he was drunk and make sure he didn’t puke on his shoes, or hit on anyone he shouldn’t have (IE anyone with a dick), and she always made sure he was back in his own bed…unless he crawled off into some other slut’s bed. Which always made her angry, for some reason she couldn’t even begin to explain…well, now she could. It was obviously jealousy, even if she hadn’t admitted it up until she realized about her real feelings for him. And a part of her was still regretting this…saying yes…but god, she’d left the guy hanging for a week, a week of him begging her and trying to convince her to be with him…and it just felt right to finally be his. To be able to call him hers, to be able to get mad at people who gave him a second glance without her permission. So while a certain part of her was wary about the timing, the rest of her couldn’t even care.

But if she was being honest, Delilah didn’t know much about functional relationships either. She’d certainly never been in one…she’d never seen one. Ever. Her mother had died in child birth, her father had never even had other women around. As much as she hated her dad she’d give him one thing…he’d obviously really loved her mother. Because Delilah was unsure if he could ever even bring himself to sleep with another woman…and he never took his wedding ring off. Delilah’s grandmother, who’d pretty much raised her up until she died of kidney disease, had been divorced…and a little baby Delilah had heard her grandmother rant about how men were skum, and they were worth nothing except sperm and money. That she’d never find herself a good one, and if she thought she did he’d only prove her wrong. Which was probably why she ended up dating all those douches for so many years…she kind of figured if they were all douches, why not date ones that at least weren’t afraid to show it and pretend they weren’t? Except she now knew that there was at least one guy on earth who wasn’t like that…Dallas. She’d kind of known since the second she met him, years ago, and he immediately started talking to her. Back when she was a little freshman, only what, fourteen, fifteen years old, with her grotesque blonde hair…and even shorter than she was now. And for some absurd reason his first words were calling her pretty…even back then the first way into Delilah’s heart was with a compliment, no matter how false it was. And while she was even more violent and moody back then, for some absurd reason, she’d given him permission to sit next to her. And it just kind of went from there. Sure, they got in fights every three seconds…about ridiculous things, like who was sexier, or better at twister, or who was more epic. Things that didn’t even matter to anyone who wasn’t them. And Dallas would freak out and use his caveman speak and she’d laugh at him and tease him and try her hardest to make him jealous…because it was sexy to see him get all possessive. And it was just the way things had always been between the two of them.

And Delilah honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this…completely happy. It was amazing how just making things official with Dallas, and sharing a few kisses could do this to her…but it could. She was smiling widely as he called her his…which only made her mood even better. She only ever felt like this around him…no one else could make her so happy. He was the one person who never really pissed her off…and he was the one person who should have. They had nothing in common…and because of that they had everything in common. And they were in love…he was the one guy she could ever feel this way about. Even if this…whatever this was…hadn’t even been going on for that long, it didn’t even matter. The way he made her feel was just proof that they were meant to be more than best friends. She couldn’t help but let out a little sound of approval as he kissed her again, wanting nothing more than to deepen the kiss, sighing lightly as he pulled away, but smiling as he said he loved her. Every time he said those words it only made her feel even better…and it made her love him even more. If that was even possible. At this point in time she was pretty sure she loved him as much as humanly possible. Following his gaze to the water Delilah smiled a bit, knowing fully well what he was going to suggest before he even did. She couldn’t help but laugh a little bit and roll her eyes. “I didn’t bring my swim suit, Dallas.” She teased, smirking at him. “And I highly doubt you brought anything to swim in.” Of course she was only joking…really. He’d seen her in her underwear before…when he was being a creeper and watching her change. Ha. And so with that she stood up and quickly took off her clothes…leaving on her undergarments, of course. Although if he wanted them off…oh, what was she even thinking? They’d been together, what, a few minutes? Then again…she’d had sex with guys quicker than that before. Ha. And she hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks…and she probably sounded like a sex addict whenever she complained about it. And so with that she eased herself into the pool, smirking a bit at Dallas…her boyfriend…even though it still felt a little odd to think that. “Are you coming in, Dally?” She asked teasingly, smirking up at him.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1321
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i love them sfm. <33333

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Okay, so Dallas had done a lot of stupid things when he was drunk, he wasn’t going to deny that. Hell, he would probably even be the first to admit he did a lot of idiotic things when he had too much alcohol. Like that one party where he was hitting on this really hot stripper and was just about to ask her to give him a blow job or something and Delilah suddenly came out of nowhere and started to drag him away, saying something about he was so drunk, he couldn’t even tell if he was talking to a girl or a girl with a dick. He didn’t even really understand that until he had seen Ace laughing loudly in the corner, having seen the whole thing. Asshole. And in his defense, it had been really dark then and he had drunk far too much than usual… and she had nice legs. No wait, he did. Eww. Or that time he was about to drunkenly take that bet with some other idiot from school about how he could so give himself head and he was just about to pull his pants down to prove to them that he could when once again, Delilah appeared out of thin air and saved him before everyone got the lucky chance to actually see Paco. Or Julio, as he secretly liked to call it. Ha. And once again, it was another one of the million reasons why he loved her so much. She was just so caring, always making sure he was okay when he drunk. He knew she didn’t like partying and she most certainly didn’t like watching him get drunk off his ass, but she went anyway without a complaint and she always made sure that he was okay… that he wasn’t accidentally having gay sex, or making a complete idiot out of himself – though admittedly enough, he did a pretty good job doing that all by himself – or running into walls… or worse, having animated conversations with them. And the thing was, even if he knew she disapproved, or that she hated going to parties more than anything else, he purposely did it anyway. He didn’t exactly know why… it was like the way she was when she purposely made him jealous because she liked to see him get all possessive with her. He only did those things because he got her attention – something Dallas always wanted. Sure, he wanted attention from everyone else, but attention from Delilah was something else entirely. Attention from her meant that she cared about him, that she might love him just as much as he loved her… that it was sexy to see her all… worried about him. However weird that might sound right now.

And he supposed he could just add this to the list – attempting to swim when he was clearly drunk. Okay, he wasn’t all that drunk that he could no longer form coherent sentences. He still could. He just had a decent and rather ridiculously emotional conversation with her… and he actually managed to kiss her without accidentally missing her lips or something. But he was still drunk and that obviously meant that he could drown… but he wouldn’t. Because he was fine… really. He wasn’t even thinking about how dizzy he was, nor did he seem to even notice it. He was too busy reveling in the fact that from this moment on, he was Delilah’s and she was his. Forever. Well okay, maybe not forever… but he sincerely thought that they would. He couldn’t even see himself with anyone else anymore. They had always been this one-entity kind of thing… if you had Dallas, you had Delilah, too. And vice-versa. It had always been that way ever since they met back when she was only fourteen and he was fifteen, and she had this adorable blonde hair and she was looking all mean to everyone. God, even then, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. And no, it wasn’t because he was already sexually active then… it wasn’t even that. There was just something about her that he couldn’t ignore… maybe it was because it was the way she looked at everyone, like she hated them… and he wondered if she would hate him too, initially. Because no one aside from his mother ever hated him, and he wanted to find out. So the first thing he said when he sat next to her was that he told her he was pretty and he honestly wasn’t even trying to hit on her or anything – he really thought she was pretty. No, pretty was even an understatement. He thought she was prettier than everyone else in the room, but God… he didn’t want to creep her out by saying that. And from then on, they just clicked. They became the best of friends, far closer than either of them were with Ace. There was just something about them that was different from everyone else. Everything was natural for them, like it was meant to happen. The bff hugs, the sleep-overs, the cuddling on the couch, the occasional hand-holding – it wasn’t planned at all. It just happened and it felt like the most right thing in the world.

God, he loved her. He really did. He would never get tired of feeling it, or thinking it… or saying it to her or to anyone else who would listen. For someone who had never felt this way for anyone else, he was pretty sure of what he felt for her. Scratch that – he was sure of what he felt for her. He didn’t have any comparisons, but what did it even matter if he never had a girlfriend before? She would be his first and most definitely his last. He couldn’t even look at other girls the same way anymore. For him, they were either just friends, or nothing. There were no weird feelings of attraction or sexual tension or anything like that. All of that went to Delilah and he was happy that way. God, he was happier than he had ever been in a long time. For the longest time, he had doubted himself, doubted her and what she felt for him and basically felt like shit because he thought he wasn’t enough for her… and now… now, they were together. And everything else that he used to doubt was instantly forgotten. He was happy… so fucking happy that he couldn’t stop grinning widely at her, even wider than he usually grinned. Though his grin was quick to disappear and was replaced by a jaw drop when she started taking her clothes off in front of him. “No… no. We don’t need a stupid swimsuit.” For awhile, all he could do was stare at her as she took off her clothes until she got into the water, smirking up at him. He blinked at her once or twice… maybe three times until it fully registered to him that he should probably join her. “Oh… right. Hang on.” He was too busy still seeing her amazing ass. Ha. Haha. He quickly got up, fumbling with the buttons of his hobo shirt and tossing it to the ground, along with the shirt that he wore beneath it. He couldn’t help but grin teasingly at her before he unbuttoned his jeans and started to pull them down. Carefully, he eased himself into the pool – knowing fully well he was stupid and drunk enough to probably slip off and look like a complete moron – until he was next to her in the freezing water. “Fucking cold water…” he mumbled, his teeth chattering a bit. He raised a brow at her, immediately pulling her closer by the waist. “You should probably do something to warm me up.” He said, smirking a bit at her. Though he couldn’t help but laugh and add, “You’re even shorter than usual in water… it’s adorable.”

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1427
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

The thing about Delilah was that she really wasn’t as bad as most people thought. Most people thought she was just some violent schizo bitch who got her kicks out of making people feel like shit…and fine, they were half right. She was all of that…she was on more medications than you could count. Actually, she was a lot less violent of late, because after years of fucking up the types of medication that she should have been they finally found the right combination. A bunch of things she couldn’t even pronounce the name of, but she didn’t even really care. At least it made her not want to rip the head off of anyone who looked at her…or anyone who looked at Dallas. Sometimes. Ha. But she’d always had a secret soft spot that only a few ever really god to see…mainly Dallas. Admittedly she had other friends, ones she wasn’t a huge psycho bitch to, but only Dallas ever really got to see her be…well, sweet. And only when they were alone, really. Around everyone else when he did stupid shit she’d mock him and yell at him and say he was stupid, but the second they were alone she’d hug him and ask if he was okay. Her whole bitch thing was more of a mask than anything else…so people didn’t think she was soft, or something. Because she wasn’t…really…for anyone but Dallas. Because he was really the one person on earth who would still feel the same about her, with or without her little mask. Everyone else would start walking all over her the second she didn’t have everything on earth under her control, she was sure of it. Dallas, on the other hand, he loved her. Really, he did. He’d seen her be a huge bitch to everyone around them and he still loved her…he even tended to laugh at her when she was being a bitch. Unless it was to that Sage chick. Ugh. And he’d seen her be sweet before, too…and not even just to him. To random hobo’s who looked hungry, or one time there was a little lost kid in a store that they were at and she’d helped him find his mother. And of course after that she’d basically threatened to kill Dallas if he told anyone how good she was with kids, but whatever. She’d actually tried to get a babysitting job before…and it worked…until they asked where she went to school. And then why. And then heard who her dad was. Basically everything in her life scarred her from ever being able to do anything that she actually wanted to do.

Even though she was unsure of what the fuck she really wanted to do. She prided herself on making plans and having everything in her life planned out, but she had no clue what she wanted to do in the long run. She’d always enjoyed fashion…she actually did lots of sketches of outfits, and fine, she’d made a few of the objects in her woardrobe…but how far would that be able to get her? Really? She didn’t even know if she was any good. The only person she showed…or even told any of this to, was Dallas, and she was pretty sure if she committed a murder and then told him she did it he’d say she did a good job. And compliment her on how artistically the blood was splattered or something. And she’d actually mentioned it, in passing, to Easy…who was Danny’s dad…and fine, pretty much Delilah’s dad too, since her own dad was a fucking bastard. They’d met way back when she and Danny were first dating…and he’d said she was too good for his son. And from then they just kind of clicked. Ha. It was probably because he was like an older male version of Delilah. But that was completely besides the point. She was pretty sure that despite her epic grades, and the fact that she was smart when she wasn’t having a blonde moment, she wouldn’t be able to get into College. Money wasn’t even that big of a problem…she’d get a loan…and fine, she had a large chunk of money in the bank that got her through because her dad was a bastard. And she hated him. Really. But she was pretty sure that the moment any good college heard about where she went to High School, they’d deny her a spot. Flat out. No one wanted some crazy bitch going to school with their kids, especially one that was so crazy she had to be thrown in a school full of other crazy kids. Yeah, that obviously helped a whole fucking lot. And even if she did manage to get into College she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do…in the end she’d probably end up being a waitress or something else equally unimportant. Even if…she really wanted to do something that would make her big. To make her dad proud…and make him like her. Which was extremely pathetic, but come on. If her dad saw her on TV because she designed some actresses dress he’d have to be proud, right? Fine, probably not, but it was worth a shot.

But at the moment none of that mattered…really. All that mattered was that she loved Dallas…and loved the way he was looking at her…like she was…she didn’t even know. But it was great. And at the moment none of her insecurities were even kicking up…she wasn’t even considering the fact that they were going too quickly, or their relationship could end up being fucked up. She knew they were going to be fine…because they loved each other. And had…since forever. And nothing else even mattered. And she was being corny and cliché, and she would have killed herself for it with anyone else…but with Dallas it really just didn’t even matter. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over him as he removed his clothes…okay, fine, she’d seen him chest before…but she’d never fully appreciated it like she was now. How could she have ever thought of him in a strictly friendly way? There was nothing platonic about him…about this. Nothing at all. The only thing that was distracting her was the cold ass water…but she didn’t even care. She didn’t even care that he was drunk…and she should be doing the responsible good best friend thing and making him go back to his room. Instead she simply allowed him to pull her closer, smirking a bit as he did, and wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him on the lips with ease, letting her hands wander all over his body…something she’d been wanting to do a lot lately. Ha. She pulled back for a moment, her hands on his chest and rolled her eyes. “I’m not short. I’m just not wearing my heels.” She replied, kissing him once more, running her fingers through his hair…which she’d always loved. “What should I do to warm you up?” She questioned teasingly, biting on his lower lip gently, pressing her body against his and letting out a light sigh as she moved her lips over to his eat, gently nipping his earlobe. “I’m yours.” She whispered into his ear, kissing him once again on the lips, more passionately than she had previously, her fingers teasingly playing with the waistband of his boxers…she wasn’t even cold anymore. And if she was he was doing a good job of distracting her from it. “Or maybe you should be warming me up…what a selfish boyfriend you are.” She was only teasing, of course…but it was her first time actually calling him her boyfriend…and it felt great. She could hear herself saying it a million more times…for the rest of forever.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1321
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i love them sfm. <33333

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Whether he wanted to admit it aloud or not, Dallas had always wondered how it would feel to be called someone’s boyfriend. He imagined it would sort of be nice… especially if he liked the girl enough. The only problem was, he never did. As far as he was concerned, it was all about the sex and the convenience. He never really bothered considered asking anyone out, especially when all he wanted was Delilah anyway. And fine, maybe that was one of those reasons he liked to tell everyone that he didn’t do relationships – because all he wanted was a relationship was her, and it was something he always figured he could never have. It was just one of those things that came with the whole cliché best-friends-turned-lovers kind of thing. It was supposed to ruin everything. Sure, everything would be great at first and you’d think nothing would go wrong but it almost always would… and then there would be nothing. No relationship, no anything. They’d try to salvage what was left of the relationship, and then if that didn’t work, they’d try to salvage the friendship but it never worked out. And the only reason Dallas even knew all this was because he was forced to watch romantic chick flicks with Delilah almost every weekend. And for the longest time ever, he debated on whether telling her or not. More than half of the time, he wanted to and the rest of the time… he was just afraid of losing her so he tried not saying anything, and that in itself was already pretty hard to do. Dallas was probably the most impulsive guy on earth and really, the only reason she even found out about how he felt for her was because he blurted it out in the middle of some chat room because Danny was being all annoying and Dr. Phil-ish. That wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he pictured how he was going to tell her… and yes, maybe he was lame that he pictured it in his head about a dozen times, but he didn’t even care. Honestly, he pictured a lot of things with Delilah… like, going to college for one. See, college wasn’t in Dallas’ life plan… if he even had a life plan, because the guy barely planned anything. Okay, so it was a metaphorical life plan. Whatever. But it was just one of those things he knew he would never do… even if he wanted to.

For one thing, he had no idea what he was going to do in the first place. The only thing he was actually good at was dancing… and art. He was a pretty amazing artist and all but even he knew going to art school was just a bad idea. The grades weren’t that much of a problem – his grades were actually really good, believe it or not – but it was the money for one. He wasn’t going to depend on his mom’s boyfriends to help go to school – this time was bad enough already – and he couldn’t get a part-time job or anything. Like that would even help. And he didn’t exactly have the attention span for that kind of thing. He barely had attention span for anything already. And even if he got a scholarship, no one would want to get some hyperactive attention whore who would never shut up. And especially if that hyperactive attention whore went to high school in some boarding school for crazy people. No parent in the right mind would want their kids to go to school with a kid like that… unless their kid was the same way. Dallas had accepted that fact a long time ago… that after high school, it was pretty much it for him, really. He had already decided to become a hobo like their hobo friend Henry and sell his paintings in the sidewalk or something. He could live with that… kind of. Not when he had other plans like… marrying Delilah. God… relationships barely entered Dallas’ mind and now he was thinking of marriage. Like an actual functioning one with a wedding ring… and six chubby Latino babies that would have his hair and her eyes… and a wide backyard with a white picket fence and beat-up red couch… and lots of cats and dogs… God, he thought about this more than he expected he would. If he were to have all those things, it would be physically impossible if he was going to be a hobo. He wasn’t going to let Delilah be married to a hobo… he would make something of himself first, so he could give her what she needed and wanted, like any husband should… and he wasn’t going to depend on anyone to do it, especially her. He was sure she would say something along the lines that she didn’t care if he couldn’t give her anything, but he cared. He cared a lot. And he had to make something of himself before he would marry her.

Not that they ever talked about marriage or anything. They didn’t… except that one time when he accidentally told her he wanted to marry her someday or something… God, he had been so nervous when he said it. He thought she would freak out, that she’d say it was much too early to even be talking about marriage when they were barely anything… okay, she did say that but she didn’t freak out… she actually talked to him about it; how she wanted to have a nice, private beach wedding with just the two of them, some rabbi because he was Jewish but a very bad Jew, and fine… maybe Ace, Holly, Caleb and Danny would be there too, but that was it… and it actually sounded really… good. No, not just good – amazing. It sounded perfect, to be honest. Not that Dallas had many comparisons – this was the first time he actually let himself think about weddings and getting married – but God… he’d marry her in Vegas if she wanted to. But of course she wouldn’t because she thought it would be all trashy and beneath her, but you get the point. He’d marry her anywhere… and anytime… okay, not really anytime. It would be when they were both obviously ready for it… financially and everything else… though he had no idea when that was ever going to happen because he didn’t even know what he was going to do with his life. And to be honest, he hadn’t exactly talked to her about that yet… but he would. Eventually. They had a lot of things to talk about, but he wasn’t going to bring it up now. Not when there were other things that were coming up right now. Coming up… ha, get it? Haha. Ha. He groaned her name when he felt her hands all over his chest as she whispered she was his… She was his. She always had been, and she always would be. He forgot all about the freezing cold water, or the fact that there were things that were probably supposed to be talked about and all he could think about was her and the fact that this was just… perfect. Beyond perfect. And that he could feel her fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers which was…well, incredibly distracting as he kissed her back. He couldn’t help but pull her closer against him, maneuvering her in such a way that she was leaning against the wall of the pool. He leaned closer, his lips trailing to her ear as he whispered, “I’ll always be yours.” He grinned widely at her when she called him her boyfriend… he was. God, that felt really good to hear. He knew that now. He wouldn’t mind hearing it over and over again. “Mm, I’m sorry baby girl. I’ll make it up to you.” With that, he kissed her again, this time effortlessly parting her lips so he could deepen their kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, as his hands trailed down to her back, teasingly playing with the clasp of her bra. He pulled away, panting as he leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you so much, Del. I always will.” He kissed her soundly on the lips before trailing them to the side of her neck so he could taste her, trying to leave a mark so everyone would know… she was his. Only.

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1514
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333