𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳༉‧₊˚. ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʟʟ

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲.

DELIA SAT CROSS LEGGED ON HER FLOOR,

picking through a shoebox of old photos, admiring each and placing them back down. Her speakers were blaring one of Chris' old prized Beatles records, the songs bringing a sense of nostalgia only strengthened by the pictures.

She had ordered Chinese takeout, enough for both her and Chris, but he was late, working on songs with Soundgarden. So she ate alone, enjoying having the apartment to herself.

There was a bit of tension between the two, Delia's annoyance with Chris becoming as mad as he did the couple days before, as well as his unknown feelings.

Her train of thought was interrupted with the sound of the buzzer. She buzzed whoever it was in, knowing it was probably one of her neighbors visitors.

She walked back to her bedroom, turning the music back up. She sung along to the songs of Revolver, until she was interrupted once more by a knock at the door. She got up, sighing as she peered through the peephole.

Standing there was Eddie, holding an amp. She'd forgotten that he was supposed to come by with Chris' borrowed Fender Frontman.

Delia opened the door, smiling at him, mouth partially full of fried rice. She beckoned for him to come in, swallowing the last of her food.

"Tell Chris thanks." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets.

She nodded. "I will."

Eddie was about to turn to leave the apartment before Delia spoke once more, "have you had dinner?"

He shook his head no, "nah, I was just gonna grab something at the 7/11 on my way back."

She looked repulsed by his words, "nuh-uh." She turned to walk towards her room, and Eddie reluctantly followed her.

He still was unsure how to feel about Delia, he obviously liked her, she was cool and funny. But she was also intense and he could never tell when she was being serious. She also seemed to flirt with him, but Eddie was still sure she and Chris had something going on- and the comments from his bandmates and friends didn't help their case.

Delia sat on her floor, surrounded by containers of takeout which she instructed Eddie to eat all he wanted while she sorted through pictures and stuck them in their respectful albums.

The pictures were mostly from her childhood, and Delia hadn't had a normal one. She'd traveled from place to place with her mother- who was a journalist for Circus. Being it was a mainly a rock magazine, whenever her mother had interviews with some rockstar-type, she'd often tag along. It was why her collection of records and various music merch was so extensive.

Delia picked up a small Polaroid, dated to July 1979. "Look." She handed the picture to Eddie, grinning, knowing he'd appreciate it.

"Is that Ace Frehley?" He asked, eyes wide.

She nodded and continued to answer his endless stream of excited questions about how her eleven year old self 'knew' Kiss.

As he learned about her upbringing, it was made apparent why Delia was the way she was. Her personality reflected her upbringing, turbulent and rowdy- never a dull moment, in both good and bad ways.

In turn she learned more about Eddie, though he left out the worse parts of his younger days, just as Delia had.

He left a couple hours later, and just as Delia was about to fall asleep, the door opened and the familiar heavy footsteps signified Chris was home. Next she heard the shower turn on and she pulled her comforter over her head, groaning with annoyance.

His shower seemed to go on forever, and his singing didn't exactly help Delia fall asleep.

Finally it shut off and Chris' humming got closer until he pushed her door open just a crack to whisper.

"I'm home."

"I can tell."

He smiled. He was in a good mood, due to finishing a lot of material for new songs and the few drinks he'd had. 

Delia sat up and flicked her lamp on, getting a feeling Chris wasn't about to leave.

He sat beside her on her bed, proudly showing  her why he'd been in the bathroom for so long- he'd shaved his few week old facial hair into a mustache and small goatee.

Delia said he looked like an old man, but secretly thought he looked good. (Maybe even borderline hot- but that was something she'd only confess to Ellis.)

He explained his ideas for Soundgardens third album, ranting about how they'd record it, who'd mix it. He went on and on, but Delia didn't mind. She liked when he talked about music, he loved it so passionately, and it shown through his words. He barely got this outwardly excited or happy, especially in the past year. It was nice.

"Eddie brought your amp back, by the way." Delia told him, "he says thanks."

"He just brought the amp back?" Chris narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "he didn't stay?" He wondered.

"I had extra food..." he looked down at her with a knowing look. "So I invited him to eat."

Chris shook his head, "why not just go out on a real date?" He sipped from Delia's bedside water bottle, placing it back down.

"Because we don't want to." She said, matter of factly.

"You don't wanna." Chris accused, laughing. "Eddie would!" He insisted.

"Did he tell you that?"

"I'm not stupid." Delia raised her eyebrows at this, as if to say 'you sure?' "Why wouldn't he?" She shrugged. "Any guy would wanna." He said plainly, talking without thinking.

Delia didn't put much thought into his words, but as Chris walked the few paces his bedroom, he realized that the 'any guy would wanna,' could potentially include himself.

He was single, after a very long time of not being. He knew Delia's flaws, and he loved them just as much as every other one of her qualities. She was pretty, but that was a given. Pretty past her tattoos and the curve of her body, past her eyes and lips.

Maybe it was just his partial drunkenness that caused his long train of thoughts such as that. But he knew he couldn't fully blame it on that. He hadn't drank enough to do so.

He decided entertaining such thoughts was stupid. They lived together, they had the same friends. They'd been friends for years.

He wasn't going to give that up just for whatever he felt. Whatever that was.

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a/n

ty for reading!!

sorry for taking a bit longer for an update, the beginning of summer I'm so so busy

anyways, i hope everyone is doing great and ty again ‼️‼️🙈