She was sweet he was mean. She always smiled while he was always serious. She didn't realize it but he knew she was the love of his life.
Delilah Morecelli 17 year old is always smiling. She treated everyone with kindness and never once stopped hel...
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I was sitting with Cynthia in her room. I was currently braiding her hair while she painted her nails red. Her favorite color and secretly mine, as it reminds me of her.
"Do you think they've fucked already?" Cynthia paused her movements. "Babe what the fuck? I don't want to know." She continued what she was doing and then pauses. "Well maybe they've gone past the kissing stage right?"
We both start laughing, and I kiss the top of her head. So so so pretty. I laid down on her bed and she put her nails in this little machine that lights up when you put your hand through it. I grab her guitar and start playing while she hums.
"Come here baby, your turn." I put down the guitar and go sit next to her, she gently grabs my hand and starts painting my nails black with little red hearts. I love matching nails with her. She had little black hearts on her nails.
"I bet Nikolai got all cave man on Delilah when my brother wouldn't stop flirting with her." We start giggling.
"Should have seen Nikolai, he was mentally shooting your brother." I shake my head just imagining my best friends reaction. "Dimitri told me he was messing with Nik, he saw the big ass initials on Del's bracelet."
"You know I'm glad we moved here. Delilah has become my first ever girl bestie who hasn't betrayed me. I can trust her with my life. She's this ball of bright energy I want to protect. Ti voglio bene."
