DELILAH'S POV:
"Hey Thes." I say shaking her shoulder. "Get up."
"Argh no." She groans rolling over.
"Sorry but you brought this on yourself." I say grabbing an air horn on and pushing down on the button that's on top. She screams wildly waving her arms in the air before falling of her bed and rising to her feet she runs around like a mad woman and I realise what I must have looked like on the first day, she try's on five different outfits before deciding on one and runs out of our dorm leaving me standing there confused.
"Bye!" She yells running back into the room and then slamming the door shut and leaving again. I shrug my shoulders and make a noise before going back into the bathroom and finish brushing my teeth.
THERESA'S POV:
Collage isn't that different from high school it's the same stinking rooms, the same disapproving teachers, the same judgemental classmates and most likely the same grades it's just primary school repeating itself to middle school and so forth.
"Books open please!" Yells a man from the front of the room. Here we go I think to myself looking at the three chalk boards full of writing, I miss home. I think to myself before writing a series of maths equations I have no hope in ever understanding.
I think a big truth for us all is that we never really understand the work we just nod and tell the teachers we do because we don't like talking to them, and want them to go away.
DELILAH'S POV:
Louis 😻👌: Hey, thanks for the other night it was great and I'd love to do it again, your kind of slowly stealing my heart Delilah-Lane.
Me: Slowly? Guess I'm not doing it right 😏
Louis 😻👌: Trust me, your doing something right 😂🙌
Me: Yeah yeah whatever floats Ya goat.
Louis 😻👌: Hey! That's my saying!
Me: Shouldn't you be writing a new album or something Louis 😂✋
Louis 😻👌: Shouldn't you be paying attention to the teacher in your class?
Me: Maybe you shouldn't be so distracting and should set a good example.
Louis 😻👌: Me? Good example, I'm falling for an eighteen year old girl she's stunning but she can be a bit rude, she hits people in the face with doors, could kill a man.
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Hey There Delilah [L.T]
Teen FictionLove is not a reaction or an action; it is not destiny or a choice. Love is a feeling, a real, raw and unscripted emotion. I believe we all have a purpose in this world, each an everyone of us has a reason for existing, one sole purpose our hearts...