Summer Lovin |Jeremiah Fisher

three

TW!!: rape and sexual assault  and violence

When dinner was over, Delilah scrambled up to the safety of the art room in Susannah's house. It was her room whenever she decided to stay over.

It wasn't much, the rooms were painted white. The sheets were a pale yellow. The desk had leftover canvases and art supplies and there was a small stack of books on the small shelf in the corner.

Delilah had already changed into some shorts and one of Jeremiah's oversized shirts that reached her knees which she stole from last summer.

The small blank canvas was dotted with blobs of light blues, dark blues, and whites all over the canvas. She used her brush to swirl the colors together and brush them into waves.

Delilah had been a big fan of art ever since she was a kid when her mother and would spend their weekend's painting and drawing pictures.

Jeremiah used to watch her draw by the beach all the time, the boy would always ask her to sketch him but the girls would always deny him.

If only he knew how many sketches she had of him in her journal.

Delilah had music coming playing on her phone and was too engrossed in her painting to be bothered with Liam, Jeremiah, and Steven singing loudly down the hall.

Nor did she bother to turn around and face Conrad as he opened her door and swiftly flopped on her bed face down.

"They're so loud," he said into her blanket, his voice muffled as Delilah laughed.

"At least Steven doesn't suck at singing" Delilah responded.

Conrad turned no he was now facing her, he lay against her pillows and glanced at the photo of all the kids which was taken when were 10 by the beach.

Delilah turned around on her spinny chair to face Conrad, her paintbrush perched on her ear. The two best friends stared at each other before Conrad sighed.

"What?" he asked and she shrugged.

"I don't know, I just... Do you think I should be a Deb?" She asked, Conrad's eyes narrowed.

"Del, you know I think the Debutante ball is bullshit," Conrad responded, but Delilah rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but if Belly agreed to do it you would be an escort in a heartbeat," Delilah said and Conrad groaned as he shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't. This has nothing to do with Belly. I just don't think this seems like something you would do. Not that you aren't girly or anything that's not it but I just don't think you would enjoy it." Conrad shrugged and Delilah sighed.

'You just put all my thoughts into words." The girl laughed and Conrad chuckled silently. Delilah smiled at the boy.

"There he is," she said softly and Conrad just smiled softly before the smile faded.

"Are we gonna talk about what's going on with you?" Delilah asked so gently it almost brought bright tears to Conrad's eyes.

He had wanted to tell her about his mom's cancer the moment he found out, but he didn't.

"You know you don't have to if you don't want to and I'm not going to force you to tell me anything, but you can tell me absolutely anything. You know that, right Connie?" Delilah asked softly and Conrad nodded mutely.

Conrad genuinely didn't know what he would do without Delilah.

The girl had been like a sister to him ever since he had met her, the two had grown to be so close they could depend on each other for anything.