For 1 week straight, Luke took Delilah straight home after she finished all her writing.
He was silent, he was beautiful, he was mesmerizing, and all Delilah could think was,
im captivated by you baby, like a firework show.
Luke was so smart, it blew her away.
It seemed like he knew the answer to everything, or maybe they were his thoughts, because he was very keen on sharing his thoughts with Delilah.
Whenever Delilah had a question, she turned to the tall clumsy blonde.
He knew everything.
But he didn't know she thought she was in love with him, or that his truck was her favorite car, or that she dreamt about his soft looking blonde hair, or that she was always wondering what was on his Chasing Juliet CD, or if he was going to vote for Kanye West in 2020. (he probably wouldn't though, he was too good for that)
He didn't know that.
and sometimes, Delilah wondered if he knew that he made her world go round.
He didn't know that, either.
It was 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and surpringly enough Delilah wasn't fast asleep.
She heard the sound of singing,
and her made went blank.
Her mom hadn't sang since her father left, and she grew so fond of her mothers off-key-but-still-kinda-beautiful voice.
She ran down the stairs so fast that she dropped a couple brain cells on the way down.
"Don't go breaking my heart," Her mom sang, the sound of eggs sizzling on the stove ringing in her ears.
Bon Jovi, moms favorite.
"I couldn't if I tried." Delilah whispered, staring at her mothers back. She missed her so much, and these past few years felt invisible and non-existent because her mom was all she had and sometimes she felt like she didn't even have her.
Her mom spun quickly around.
"Del! Baby! You're awake." her mom smiled.
"Oh honey, if I get restless." Delilah replied, sitting down at the marble kitchen counter and looking up at her mom.
Her mom tapped her nose,
"Baby you're not that kind."
And that Saturday morning was filled with Elvis Presley and Madonna and Bon Jovi and scrambled eggs and burned bacon, and her mom.
