Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Five

Delilah walks to the park three blocks away, because Lilith told her that the director of the orchestra concert wanted to meet there to discuss having a solo during 'Pretty Women'. The cold is pretty severe, but she chose to just walk there, because she knew it wouldn't be a long and drawn out thing. She quickens her pace to try and get there quicker.
Lilith told her to dress nicely, so she put on a pair of black jeans, a pair of grey knee high boots without heels, and a thick sweater.
Once she arrives at the park, and doesn't see the director anywhere. Delilah walks to the huge willow tree in the center of the park and rounds the trunk to sit on the bench. She stops dead in her tracks as her eyes widen.
"Brent?" She asks, shock and surprise evident in her voice. He was truly he last person she expected to see here.
"Delilah?" He asks, just as shocked. "What're you doing here?" He asks her.
"I could ask you the same thing. Lilith told me the orchestra director wanted to see me here to discuss the show next week." She explains.
"David told me to meet him and the guys here for a band meeting." Brent explains. There's silence between them for a few seconds, then Brent speaks up. "Wait a minute, do you think they set us up to meet here?" He asks. "Why would they do that?" Delilah asks.
"Because David knows that I think you're pretty." Brent answers, being completely and totally honest with her. She tries to calm her racing heartbeat and she crosses her arms, trying to keep herself warm. The wind is blowing right through her cardigan, giving her little to no warmth at all. She tries to control her shaking.
"Lilith knows that I think you're cute..." Delilah quietly says, mumbling in hopes that he doesn't hear what she'd just said.
"You think I'm cute?" He asks her, looking over at her. She stands over at the other end of the bench, her arms crossed as she looks down.
"You weren't exactly meant to hear that, but yes, I think you're cute." She says a bit louder than before, shuffling her feet on the grass.
They're silent again. Delilah silently curses herself for not driving here.
"Why don't you sit down?" Brent asks her, and she looks up before sitting down on the bench, about a foot between them.
She still has her arms crossed, trying to warm herself. "Aren't you cold? You're making me cold, and I'm warm." He says, looking at her.
Delilah is sitting rather stiffly, one leg crossed over the other as she hugs herself. "Nah, I'm fine." She lies.
Her teeth start chattering together, but she tries to stop it. Brent removes his zip up jacket and scoots closer to her and drapes it over her shoulders. "Brent, I'm fine, you don't have to do that." Delilah says. "C'mon, Delilah, you're freezing." He chuckles and she sticks her arms through the sleeves. The jacket instantly makes her warmer and her posture relaxes, along with her tense and cold muscles.
He wraps his arm around her shoulders and she instinctively leans into his side, feeling a blush cover her cheeks as she does so.
"I knew you were cold." He chuckles. "Oh, hush, I didn't wanna admit it." She laughs.
Delilah breathes in, getting some of his smell in the process. 'You smell really nice.' She thinks to herself.
"Thank you, you smell really nice, too." Brent says. "What?" She asks, confused. "Did you read my mind or something?"
Brent laughs a bit. "You said that I smell really nice, so I said that you do, too. You really do, by the way." He nervously chuckles.
"Oh. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Well, fuck, now you probably think that I think you smell bad. You don't smell bad, by the way. Dammit, now I'm rambling and I look like an idiot." Delilah rambles, putting her hands over her face in an attempt to hide her blush from him. Brent looks down at her with the amusement of a child with a new toy. "You are so cute." He grins.
"I'm an idiot." She says, looking up at him. She can't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes, the one that she can never truly place.
"But you're my idiot." Brent replies with a grin, and Delilah smiles doesn't even bother to hide her blush this time.

Delilah and Brent walk back to her house, because they got tired of sitting in the freezing cold.
They talk about anything and everything that comes to mind as they walk, neither of them feeling shy or awkward around each other.
Delilah has never been able to truly be herself around someone in this amount of time, which is about four days.
Brent makes her feel safe and secure, like nothing can hurt her when she's around him. He makes her happy.
Once they get home, Delilah and Brent stand on the porch.
"I had fun today, Delilah." Brent says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "So did I." Delilah says.
"We'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe we can actually plan it this time." He chuckles. "That'd be great." She smiles, nodding. "Oh, I almost forgot." She says and starts to take off the jacket to give it back to him.
He places his hands over hers as she starts to unzip it, stopping her. She draws in a slightly shaky breath, slightly tensing at his gentle touch. Her eyes lock on his hands covering hers as she feels little tingles creep up her arm.
"Keep it." Brent says, and even though they aren't making eye contact, she can tell that he's smiling. "Are you sure?" Delilah asks him, looking up to meet his eyes. They're almost too pretty to look at.
"I'm positive." He assures her. "You make my clothes look good." He smiles, making her blush at his compliment.
A slight movement in the window behind Brent catches Delilah's attention. She goes onto her toes a bit to look behind his shoulder.
She sees the sheer blue curtain move a bit, and she returns to standing normally.
"What'd you see, Delilah?" Brent asks her.
"The curtain moved a bit. The vents must've turned or something." Delilah shrugs.
"Can I try something before I go?" He asks her. "Sure." She shrugs again. He bites his bottom lip before he steps closer to her.
Brent releases his bottom lip and leans down a bit. Delilah's stomach starts to fill with butterflies.
She gets the hint and goes onto her toes a bit. The closer he gets to her, the faster her heart races and the more nervous she gets. She can feel his warm breath on her lips and her eyes instinctively fall closed as her breath hitches in her throat.
A loud thud from inside the house makes them pull apart before their lips even touch.
"What the fuck was that?" Brent asks.
"I-I don't know." Delilah accidentally stutters.
"I-I should probably go see what that was." She stutters again.
"Alright. I'll call you later, okay?" He asks her.
"Okay." She nods, just now noticing that her face is burning up.
"Bye, Delilah." Brent says with a smile.
"Bye, Brent." She smiles and opens the front door before stepping inside.
She closes the door and leans back against it, sighing. What she doesn't know is that Brent is doing the same thing on the other side. She was less than an inch away from having her first kiss, and something ruined it. "How'd it go?" Lilith suddenly asks, making Delilah's eyes fly open and land on her sister, who sits on the staircase.
"What?" She asks. "And why is your shirt wet?" Delilah adds, noticing the wet patch on her sweater.
Suddenly, everything clicks. "LILITH MARIE ESCAMILLA, I AM GONNA SMOTHER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!" She yells.
Brent chuckles from the other side of the door, smiling. He was this close to kissing Delilah, and he wasn't able to.
'Cock blocked by her sister.. Nice..' He thinks to himself before laughing through his nose and running his hand through his hair