night time

rink

at five thirty pm, delilah talked to the owner about the party of five. the owner, delilahs old foster mother, gave the keys to the female and closed
shop. delilah grabbed her skates and looked at her phone, which lit up with a text message from tommy. she checked the text, seeing a photo. it was a blurry photo of she could make out to be tommy falling down.

she let out a laugh and sent back a blurry photo of her skates. they continued to text back and forth until a bang on the glass doors of the building made delilah look up from her phone. tommy's face was smashed into the glass, causing the three males behind him to laugh. delilah let out a low chuckle and unlocked the door, letting the four males in.

tommy hugged his friend, who happily hugged back. they let go after awhile and tommy introduced delilah to his friends. she only gave them a peace sign and told tommy where to find the skates. the blond nodded, bringing his online friends to the skates while delilah grabbed her phone to the speaker system in the middle of the rink.

she looked at tommy, playing everybody talks by neon trees and saw tommy mouth the words. she smiled and grabbed her skates from the table where her stuff lay at. "c'mon, blades? really?" she judged tommys preference of skates and he looked at her.

"lolly, you longboard," he deadpanned. she rolled her eyes and laced her skates. she rolled onto the wood and boosted herself, smirking at tommy.

tongue tied by group love played as tommy and his friends got onto the rink. delilah skated past techno, who was failing horribly. "you having trouble there mate?" she asked, twisting her body around to see him as she slid past him. techno nodded and delilah helped him, soon he was balanced on his two feet (well, eight wheels). she boosted herself again, flying past phil.

tommy caught up to her, causing a friendly game of race to form. the adults watched the teenagers happily race each other, and saw delilah win again. wilbur furrowed his brows, watching tommy tackle his female friend at the waist.

"wilbur you okay?" phil sat on the stool next to his friends.

"why didn't he us about her? why didn't he-?"

"mate, you see how they interact with each other?" phil asked, looking at the two laughing teenagers. "that's why. the internet is something not to be messed with. that friendship is untouched by tommys fans and just by fans in general. the way she looks at him, she doesn't think of a hot shot celebrity will, more than likely, he told her about us either this morning or last night."

wilbur guiltily looked at the teens, he didn't know where all of this anger came from. he watched techno trip over the pair and watched as the trio laughed.