Who Says I Want To Be Your Girl?

So I have decided to re-vamp this story. I haven't been writing for a very long time because I thought that I wasn't that good of a writer, but I decided the more I write the better I get. This story will be a little different than the first one was if you have read it, but I believe it will be A LOT better. I think I made the first move a little too fast. Thanks for reading :]

Chapter 1 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Was this really happening? 

"Del?" I heard through my fog. I refused to answer. No, this can't be really happening. 

I felt a strong, firm hand softly shake my shoulder, and I slowly opened my eyes. "Delilah? Are you okay with this?" This. Is that what he's calling it? This? 

I cleared my throat, and swallowed the bile that was rising to the back of my throat. "No."

"Del, C'mon." He tried to look me in the eye, but I moved my head to quickly. I slowly glanced at the basement that was surrounding me. My safe haven for what had been the past two years. It was now crushing me, the familiar smells and sounds were now suffocating. 

"How could you do this to me?" I whispered, loud enough for him to hear. I realized that my vision was now becoming blurry with tears. Tears that he did not deserve. I tried furiously to blink the tears away, but this instead caused them to fall. I hated myself for crying over a dick like him. 

He isn't really a dick, though. He's actually a great guy. A great guy who I had loved and given my all to. A great guy I believe who had done the same for me. 

He wiped my tears and scooched closer to me on the couch on which we had been sitting. I looked down at the couch and began picking at the frayed orange fabric that I had been told was once white. He and I had spent much of are time together on this very couch. He gave me my first kiss on this couch. He asked me to be his girlfriend on this couch. I had sex with him for the first time on this couch. He held me as I cried over my parents divorce on this couch. 

"You know, people do this everyday." He said to me.

"People do what? Fall out of love?" I hissed.

"Now don't do that to me. Don't make me out to be the bad guy. It's just - we're just - It's not working how it used to, okay? We're not good like we used to be."

"And you're saying that it's my fault. That we're not working because of me?" I finally looked at him, his brows furrowing. This is a mistake. Just say that to me. This is a mistake. I don't mean it. April Fools, babe, will you marry me? Please, tell me this is all a sick joke.

"It's not you - " He stopped at my scoff. "It's me. I - I found someone else." My heart felt like it stopped beating. Like it was being squeezed by the invisible had of God. Is this it? Will my heart stop beating?

I exhaled a breath I hadn't known I had been holding, letting out a sound that sounded like a shot animal. "You've been cheating on me? So these past two years have meant nothing to you?"

He blinked his dark green eyes, looking like he himself was fighting back tears. But, no he wouldn't be crying. "I didn't cheat on you. I wouldn't cheat on you. I thought you would know that."

"Well, obviously you don't know me too well, Dave." Dave. Even saying his name made my heart beat faster, made my breathing quicken.

Dave dropped his handsome face and cradled it in his strong hands. Hands that I used to hold. Hands that used to be an extension of my own.               

 I stood up. Realizing that I was only making myself more pathetic by staying. "It's time for me to go."

"Do you need a ride home?" I wiped my tears that remained on my face away with my sleeve. "Dave, I would rather get kidnapped, raped, cut into a billion pieces and fed to my kidnappers pet piranhas-than be taken anywhere by you." 

He looked hurt at my words, but nodded his head knowingly.  "Be safe, it's late, and that may actually happen to you." I turned my head to retort, but in my, albeit cloudy, understanding I knew that replying would only make me more pitiful.

I walked out of the door, and I walked out of our relationship. 

Walking was for damn sure not the best thing to be doing on a fall night in my Northern California town, but it was my only option. I left my car and money at home. I dropped everything and came running, like I always did, when Dave called me. If I had known he was going to dump me, maybe I would've been a little smarter. But hey, hindsight is always 20/20, right?

It was a good 25 minute walk from Dave's house to my own, and even though it was close to 8 o'clock at night I wasn't in the biggest rush to get home. As if on cue, I felt a rain drop on fall on my face. Still, I was not going to rush to get home. 

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me that getting broken up with isn't the worst thing in the world. That being alone, cold, and wet was not as bad as life could get. Before I could get more philosophical about the meaing of the rain, my phone rang. 

"Hello?" I answered my voice shaking slightly.

"Del? Are you okay?" It was my best friend Olivia Nekomura on the other end.

I tried clearing my throat as best as I could and said, "Yes, why?"

"Oh? Well, Dave called me. He told me that you were walking in the rain from his house, Why didn't you let him drive you home? Where are you? Do you need me to come and get you?" She asked worryingly. 

"No, it's cool I just walked in my house." I lied.

"Really? But I hear the rain..."

"My window is open," I answered quickly. "Liv, can I call you later. I'm kinda tired right now."

"Are you sure? You sound like something is wrong, I could come over."

"Olivia. I'm fine, just a little tired. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" Click. I hung up before she could say anything else. New tears already started to form in my eyes. I hated lying to Olivia, she had been my best friend since I was seven years old, and we had always told each other everything. I just didn't want her to know how much of a wreck I am. I was the strong one, she was the emotional one. That was the way it had always been.

Curse him for making me this way. I am not this type of girl. I am not the one to cry over a broken-heart. I hate him. I continued walking, aimlessly. Which is bad, but I am not in the vest state to be making rational decisions.

"Delilah?" A voice called out to me in the dark. I recognized the voice. The only voice that could even put a smile on my face during a time like this. Dad. "Delilah, what are you doing out in the rain? Get in the car." 

I hopped in to the warm car and deeply inhaled the scent of my father. I hugged him, and then crieed as he held me. I cried harder than I have ever cried in my entire life.

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[Author's Note]

So this is it. I hope it was good enough to continue.