isn't it lovely

chapter twenty: secrets are no fun

stella

lennon, delilah, joey and i were currently getting everything set up in the basement. we always slept downstairs when they all stayed over cause we had giant recliner couches and a huge tv, it was more convenient.

"i actually think i forgot my hoodie upstairs, i'll be right back." delilah says, her steps prominently heard as she rushes up the stairs.

"what's her rush?" i laugh.

joey chuckles, "i wonder," she says sarcastically.

lennon shoots joey a 'shut up' look, which was odd.

"y'all are weird today,"

"we always are" lennon says defensively.

"okay..." i say it return, moving around the pillows on the couch looking for the tv remote.

"where the fuck?" i say, annoyed.

"dude you remember last time we were over here wyatt took the remote to mess with us." joey said.

"i'm sure he wouldn't do that again. he has like no sense of routine whatsoever." lennon adds.

"ima kill him." i say running off to wyatts room.

"i could go look for you!" lennon says.

"he's MY asshole twin!" i shout, running up the stairs.

i aggressively push open wyatt's door, "give me the remote wy-"

i stopped in my tracks as i see delilahs frightened emerald green eyes looking back at me, pulling away from my brother as she was practically straddling him. like a deer caught in headlights.

i immediately turn around and slam the door behind me, letting them know i'm pissed the FUCK off.

i don't say a word to them, i just head back downstairs.

my eyes flicker between joey and lennon, steam was practically protruding out of my nose. i cant fucking believe delilah.

i heard faint screams of my name from upstairs, getting louder as they approached, accompanied by eager footsteps on staircases. but i ignored them.

my face reads of disappointment and betrayal.

"did you guys know?" i say with an interrogating tone.

joey looks alarmed, she hops out of the recliner and quickly starts explaining.

"stel i swear we wanted to tell you but it made del so happy-"

i shake my head in disbelief at the comment.

"-and she said she would tell you when you got back."

i cut her off, my voice tense, "TELL ME? WHAT IS THERE TO TELL? are they- please don't tell me they're- they can't be dating." i scold them.

"i don't know, but wasn't our place to tell you stel, we're sorry." lennon says.

"talk to us, stella." joey adds.

delilah arrives, scurrying down the stairwell. "stella- i- i can explain."

"there's no need to explain delilah i've seen enough." i pause to think, "is it even over between cory and him? do you know? what if they are still together? huh? i wouldn't doubt him keeping that from you."

"he said it was over a while ago."

"so you fucked him post-breakup? and you didn't stop to think that maybe you were just a rebound? and you didn't even have the decency to let me know what was going on?"

i continue, my rage building up by every second, "i would expect this from you delilah, but lennon? joey? i cant fucking believe this."

"stella i'm sorry you found out this way i swear i was gonna tell you." delilah insists.

"i'm sleeping in my room. alone. y'all can stay down here if you want, or you can leave but i'm not making you since it's late."

"we have to talk about this eventually." lennon says.

"no, we don't. delilah and my twin brother are- together or whatever the fuck you are- and you guys just weren't gonna tell me?"

"i was going to, i swear stel." delilah says, still standing at the bottom of the staircase.

"you keep saying that but never explain why! and stop saying my name in sentences to gain sympathy it's not working." i sit down on the leather recliner, "how long?"

delilahs arms are crossed and she's looking at the floor, regretful. "only a week."

i shake my head in disbelief for quite possibly the fifth time today.

delilah continues, "i was waiting to tell you because i didn't know if it was gonna last, and i didn't wanna risk you hating me if we didn't work out."

"you know i wouldn't have cared if you just told me when it started. i'm more mad at the fact that you all knew and didn't tell me. neither did my own brother. i was a phone call away. you know, whatever, it's fine, i don't care. i forgive you. i just need to be alone." i respond.

"cmon montgomery!" joey exclaims as i head up to my room.

"sleep well, good luck watching anything without the remote."

a/n: short chapter but it's gets the point across. another tomorrow maybe. and/or one for dancing with our hands tied

next chapter is gonna be billies pov, hopefully a longer one too :)