"What do you think of Kanye West' runnery for president?" Delilah asked Luke.
He laughed really hard, and it was the first time Delilah had ever heard it, and in her mind she thanked his parents for creating such an amazing specimen, because he was pretty amazing.
"Runnery?" He asked her. Soon enough his laughter died down, and his eyes were back on the road.
"Yes, I made that up right now and it sounds fancy so I think I'll go with it." She told him, softly smiling to herself.
He was something.
"I think it's idiotic. Because he doesn't know shit." He responded.
Delilah nodded, taking a quick peek at his wonderful complexion, and peacefully sighing. She was at ease. He made her feel safe.
Luke was staring at the blonde out of the corner of his eye, but tried so hard to keep his head facing the road, because he didn't want to get them killed. Well, get her killed. She was an innocent flower who didn't know what adventure was and he was just a boy who was striving to get through life.
He had started taking Delilahhome later then usual, because it was nice being around someone who didn't judge you for everything. It was a nice change.
She was change.
"Where do you live?" She asked him. She was short and curious and she wondered what his room looked like.
Was it messy? Did he live alone? Did he have a secret stash of Hershey's Cookies & Cream or was it just her?
"I live near here, actually. In the center of the city."
Delilah didn't live so close to New York City, but Luke's home was right in the middle of everything.
It seemed like somewhere he would live, because of all the life and chaos.
"You want to see it, don't you?" He asked her, a lazy smirk across his face.
"Yes, if you don't mind." She told him honestly, a blush forming on her pale cheeks.
And he did take her.
He showed her his 21'st floor apartment, apartment 206, with a red door and a black doorknob.
"Do you live alone?"
"Yes. Originally this was mine and my sister's, but she left me alone and went to live with her girlfriend." I nodded. He lived alone.
Another thing Delilah wishes she could do, but would never have the guts to.
He twisted the black doorknob, and led the blonde through the door.
This place practically screamed Luke. It was laced with every aspect of him, and who he was. There was a large window that was about 4 sizes of Delilah, and the night sky was shining through his sheer white curtains and Delilah had never felt so alive.
She was smiling, and beaming, and she was every type of happy, and she didn't even know why.
"This is so nice." She told him, looking at all the black furniture and the four boxes of cigarettes on the living room coffee table.
There were lots of Arizona tea's scattered on the kitchen table, and papers of all sorts and maps and books and everything that Luke was.
On the living room floor there was a dark grey record player and so many old records surrounding it.
Tens of them,
Hundreds of them,
Thousands.
"Yeah, it's nice." He responded.
Nice? Nice was an understament.
It was messy, it was dark, it was Luke.
"How can you afford this apartment?" She asked, walking ever so slowly towards his still body.
"My sister pays for it.." He said, avoiding eye contact.
"Can i go to the bathroom?" She asked softly.
"Yeah, yeah, of course."
Delilah scurried off down the hall and opened the first door she saw, his room. She shouldn't have, but she went in anyway. It was dark blue all around, it wasn't messy, it wasn't disgusting.
There were lots of books in the corner of the room.
"Delilah? Did you get lost?"
"Yes." She admitted shyly, swaying her hips slightly.
"Come on, I have Arizona tea and seasons 1-10 of Friends."
Delilah wishes she could stay here forever, and he would never admit it, but Luke wished that she could, too.
