"Del, baby, you going out tonight?"
"Yeah, mom."
"Alright. When will you be back?"
"I have no idea," She told her honestly, because for some strange reason Luke's black leather couch had become her bed. A very nice bed, may she add.
"OK. I will see you later."
She didn't say love you, because she wasn't sure if her mom even knew what love was anymore, and as Delilah was walking down her old gray steps to the old gray truck in front of her home, she wondered if disappointment could actually break you, and if it could, she wondered how Luke was even alive.
"OK, 1, 2, 3, everything wrong with the world, go." He said to her as she hopped into the passenger seat.
"Donald Trump and Nickelodean's new TV shows." She responded, she felt strongly about TV.
it was 10:00 p.m, and Delilah never went out with Luke in the morning, he just simply looked better when the moonlight was hitting his light blue eyes that reminded her of the beach.
So Delilah and Luke ran all the way up to apartment 206 and sat on the fluffy black rug and talked for hours and hours.
Delilah soon fell asleep, and woke up to a sound of an acoustic guitar.
She opened her eyes slightly and caught sight of a sleepy Luke strumming his guitar, (which Delilah never even knew he had! as if he could get anymore perfect)
"What're you doing?" Delilah pulled out her phone, 3:06 a.m, she should probably go home, but her and Luke both knew she wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"I got inspired." He whispered to her, the room was so dark, and the only thing keeping them warm was their body heat. Delilah's heart was beating quicker and quicker by the second, and the miniature lamp that was their only source of ligh was flickering on and off, on and off.
Delilah's shirt was falling off her shoulder, and her hair was messy and her eyes were wide, and Luke thought she looked breath-taking.
"Really? You're inspired?" She whispered, "Yeah." He said.
Luke set his guitar down and placed a vinyl in the record player, a slow song came on, and he pulled a tired Delilah off the couch.
"Let's go," He said, taking her hand and spinning her around.
And so they danced like that, with a flickering lamp, freezing temperatures, messy hair, and broken hearts, together.
He dipped her, and spun her around. Luke was content with what he had, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a reason to smile.
And Delilah loved his smile.
