Home is where the heart is// a Green Day fanfic

Chapter 18- Woah

"Wooaah." Joey awed as I walked in.

"Shut it." I snapped at him making him throw his arms up in defeat.

"Delilah, why are you so dressed up? You look gorgeous honey." Adie complimented.

"Oscar made me. But thank you." I made a kiddy face at her and she gave me one back.

Billie walked in and looked at Oscar first, then me. He grinned and walked to the kitchen grabbing a handful of chips to snack on.

"Isn't Delilah absolutely stunning, Billie?" Adrienne says once he walks back.

"Of course. Like always." I glare at Billie because that's an absolute lie, that faggot.

"Why do you look fancy?" Jakob says walking in.

"I thought she should look good for dinner." Oscar answers. I glance at him and back to Jakob.

"We're going out right?" Jakob asks.

"Yea, that means suit tonight, alright?" Billie replies. Why a suit? I'm not even wearing a dress.

"Ugh, fine." Jakob complains.

"You and Delilah can bring a friend if you'd like." Billie adds. I internally have a mini panic attack because that means I can invite Jack. Oh god, Jack.

"Sweet." Jakob says and runs up to his room.

"We can leave in an hour if you guys would like?" Adrienne looks at everyone including me as I nod my head. "Well then that's settled. I'll figure out a place to go to."

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I fixed Oscars tie since it was crooked. I gave him a light smile and sat down on my bed.

"So you like Jack?"

"Yea."

"A lot?"

"Kinda."

"Is he cute?"

"Oh my god, Oscar!! Shut up!"

"But is he?"

"Yea, haha." I pause. "He looks a lot like Mark...." I lightly say.

"WHAT?!?" Oscar screams. I cover his mouth with my hands and shush him.

"He's really tall like him too. Like your size."

"In dick or height?" Oscar chuckles out.

"Shut the fuck up." I groan at him.

Jack Hoppus calling...

"Oscar, it's him."

"Answer it, what the fuck."

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Hey, Delilah?"

"This is her, haha." I giggle

"Would you be able to get me a ride?"

"Yes! Of course..." I start to feel a little embarrassed by my behavior.

"Sweet, I've got to go, love, thank you!"

"No problem." I hang up the phone. I take long inhales and exhales.

"What?!"

"He-"

"Delilah."

"Called-"

"Delilah."

"Me-"