Summer Lovin |Jeremiah Fisher

twelve

Delilah was 14.

It was a random day of summer, and Jeremiah and  Delilah had decided to head into town and explore on their bikes. They were both seated on a random bench on the sidewalk finishing up their ice cream when Delilah's eyes lit up.

"Jere let's go in there!" Delilah said as she pointed towards a shop just a few feet away. Jeremiah didn't even have time to protest as Delilah pulled the boy into the store.

The bell chimed as they stepped in and Delilah spun around in awe. It was one of those stores that kept antiques. Plates, furniture, records, figures, all kinds of stuff.

On a shelf, Delilah's attention was captured by an antique wooden carved ballerina. It was absolutely beautiful and Delilah eagerly checked the price.

Once she saw the tag she balked, quickly put it back and dragged Jeremiah out of the store again.

"Aren't you gonna get it?" Jeremiah frowned as he gestured back at the store. Delilah just shook her head with a sigh.

"Jeremiah it's way too expensive, I don't have that kind of money. It's just a silly wooden figure anyways." Delilah shrugged as they mounted their bikes.

When summer was over and school had begun again Jeremiah couldn't stop thinking about the ballerina Delilah had seen. How she was so mesmerized by it, how sad she was when she couldn't buy it.

When Delilah's birthday came around, the families managed to all come down to celebrate. As Delilah let the Fishers into the house, Jeremiah gave her a big grin as he hugged her.

"Happy birthday Lilah! Open my present right now." Jeremiah grinned as he shoved a small box into Delilah's hands. Delilah gave him a questioning look but did so nonetheless.

Delilah's eyes lit up as she gasped.

Inside laid a small wooden ballerina figure that was handmade by Jeremiah itself. I was nowhere near as perfect as the one they had seen in the store but something about the way it was imperfectly painted and carved made her love it even more.

"Jere..."

"I made it during home ec. You looked so sad you couldn't buy it so I figured this would be second best. You like it?' Jeremiah asked with a nervous smile. Delilah jumped up to hug him again with a beam.

"It's perfect Jeremiah Fisher."

And that was the moment Delilah knew she loved Jeremiah Fisher. Down to her baby pink Converse, she knew that she loved Jeremiah Fisher, and she was never going to stop

Delilah woke up when she felt movement near her waist.

The girl groaned as she squinted against the light that rained through her windows. She tried to turn but her back imminently hit something hard and she gasped softly as she remembered Jeremiah had slept in her bed.

She slowly turned over in his arms, careful not to wake him. She laid on her side, Jeremiah's arm still wrapped around her waist, and watched the boy sleep. Jeremiah's mouth was open slightly and Delilah smiled at how peaceful he looked.

His hair fell softly over his eyes and Delilah reached out to brush the fallen locks away, but the movement stirred Jeremiah awakened. Something about Jeremiah was that he was never cranky after he woke up.

He was always a smiley riser whereas his brother was the complete opposite.

As Jeremiah blinked away from sleep he smiled slowly as his eyes landed on Delilah.