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THE JET that Lottie had her father insist on organising for the team was massive, it stood unapologetically glorified, putting the others to shame. Delilah, along with everyone else, took a second to stop and eye the outside of the jet. It was amazing. She felt so fancy eyeing the large vehicle.
The exterior seemed weak when they walked inside, jaws dropping like flies, eyes widening in shock and feelings of joy overflowing. Much like the day they had found out they were going to nationals. Now it all came to a point, everything was real.
Delilah couldn't let a small laugh escape her mouth, the first to say anything or make a single noise as everyone was stunned to silence, mouths open yet not for the purpose of eliciting noises. She sounded horribly amazed, something that suited her indefinitely.
"Here let me help you with those." Coach Scott said, moving past to pick up Delilah's bags and open the overhead cabin to push the suitcase into it. She smiled as a thank you, everyone else beginning to trickle in and set their eyes on the fancy interior. They looked just as stunned as Delilah.
"Wicked." Natalie whispered, looking around with a gentle smile. Van followed in right next to her, laughing incredulously. "I can't believe your dad paid for a private plane."
She spoke to Lottie, who walked in after her, looking around with pursed lips, seeming a bit less excited, more embarrassed. "It's pretty much his only form of parenting, guess i'll take it." She clicked her tongue.
Van walked forward, moving to put her stuff away, only then did she turn around to Laura Lee. "Well thank you Mr Matthews." The girls all repeated, Delilah looking back before sitting down, chuckling lightly at their antics.
Everyone was excited, pumped up for Nationals and now more than ever, feelings were high. Delilah was no exception, sitting down and looking at her empty seat beside her. That was until it was filled by a person donned in a fluffy jacket, and wearing a wide, award worthy smile.
"Hey, Lil." Lottie was the only person on the team that Delilah allowed to call her a nickname. It was like all of them that branched off of her name was just either linked to a stupid moment from her childhood, or, like Tyler's idiotic insistence on calling her 'Dee' made her think of her past. Basically, Lil and Lilah were the only options left, and no one dared to call her the latter, and it was common knowledge that Lil belonged to Lottie, however close they were or weren't.
"Hey, Lottie."
"You mind?" Lottie pointed to the seat she was sat on. Delilah thought it a bit late to be asking, since her bag was already in the overhead lockers and her body sunk straight into the leather seats like she belonged there from the start. Not like Delilah opposed though. Immediately she smiled and nodded.
