Miss Jackson

Chapter 11

Delilahs pov

I text Brendon to come get me from Ashley's at 2. It was a good night, a typical girls night really. We did each other's makeup and nails, watch a couple chick flicks talked about me and Brendon, her and her boyfriend Chris. It sounds like a 10-year-olds sleep over but it was really fun especially because I haven't seen her in a while.

"I wish you could stay longer" she whines.

"I have priorities" I joke.

"You mean Brendon" she shakes her head. "I guess it's for the best...you gotta see him"

"I don't have to...he just wants to hang out. We only have the weekend"

"You said you guys hang out every day"

"I mean we only have time on the weekends"

"Ooohhh Ds gonna get some" she laughs.

"No. Actually, Brendon wants to hold off on that...I don't know how long for but I plan on torturing him until we do"

"It's been a month and he's making you wait? Seems serious"

"It is" I nod.

"Good." She smiles and I match it. It really is serious with him. I love him, I really do. I have never felt like this towards anyone ever. I wonder if he feels the same...

I'm here my phone goes off with a text from Brendon.

"That's him" I show her my phone. She nods with a sad face. "I'll see you Monday. Don't get too sad.."

"Your birthday is Sunday, can't we hang out then?"

"Yeah, why not. See you Sunday!" I wave and run out the door. I run straight to Brendon's car and when I get in her kisses me hard on the lips. Pushing my face to his with one hand on the back of my head.

"I've missed you" he smiles when he pulls away.

"I missed you too"

"So...tomorrow's your birthday!!" He shouts and I smile at his enthusiasm.

"I know the big 1-8" I gesture big with my hands. "How was yesterday with your friend?" I ask.

"Good. We just hung out" he shrugs starting to drive off. "What about you guys?"

"Just...hung out. Did each other's nails" I show him my nails.

"Cute" he looks at them and then smirks at the road.

Brendon's Pov

She shows me her nails and I tell her they are cute. They are cute, she is cute. I smirk at the thought.

"What?" She questions me.

"What?" I look at her.

"Why did you just smirk? What's funny?"

"Nothing...you're just cute" I shrug.

"Well so are you" she pinches my cheek and I laugh.

We finally get to my house and she goes in before me as I grab her bag and go inside. She sits on the couch and scrolls through her phone. I set her bag down and flop down next to her. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her cheek. She pulls her phone up to take a picture and I stick my tongue out and turn my head sideways. She sticks her tongue out too and takes the picture. I lean over to see it and smile at it. She's just so cute. Hell, half my photos are of her. Her smiling, her laughing, her sleeping, both of us. When she takes my phone and just takes a billion photos of herself. I can't bring myself to delete any.

You know when you look at someone who is just so cute you want to shake them or hit them to make them less cute, I'm not even going to lie, I want to do something to her to make her stop being so cute, it's not enough that's she mine or that I can look at her.

"Brendon!" She shouts pulling me out my thoughts and I come back to reality.

"What?" I ask.

"You've been staring at me for like 3 minutes. Is there something on my face" she puts her hand on her cheek.

"No...no" I shake my head pulling her hand from her face. "Your just cute. I can't help staring at you"

"Oh, so you're my stalker" she laughs and I nod.

"Guess I am"

"Get away from me" she shoves me and runs away to my room. I follow her laughing hard.

"Delilah" I sing. "I will have you to myself"

"No. Please, leave me alone" she cries out, I open my door and she's lying on my bed with a blanket covering her, hiding. I stay quiet and then jump on her and she makes a small shrieking noise. I pull the blanket off of her and kiss her lips softly.

"Stalker!" She shouts with a laugh.

"Your in my house"

"Your right...ill go" she goes to move but I pin her down.

"Don't think so" I laugh and she glares at me. I throw myself on the other side of the bed and look at her.

"What?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Nothing" I shrug and look up the ceiling and smile. She rolls over on top of me putting her chin my chest. I peer down at her, she's looking at me and I smile. I put my hand on her lower back. I stare back up at the ceiling and sigh. She begins drawing circles with her fingertips on my stomach.

Eventually, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

I wake up and Delilah is fast asleep still laying on me and I kiss her head, I look at the clock on the wall. 5 am. I pull myself from her and go to the kitchen fluffing my hair out. I open the fridge and feel someone jump on me. I let out a Yelp and turn around to see Delilah.

"Babe, why are you up?" I question her.

"You weren't there..." She pouts.

"I got hungry...are you?" I question.

"Sure" she smiles.

"Hey, it's your birthday. Happy 18th" I realize. I set down the box of cereal and grab her hand.

"Brendon...food," she says. I don't say anything and throw her on the bed.

"Oh...Brendon." She smirks up at me. I start sucking on her neck but then she pulls away. "Is this because I'm 18 now?!? Brendon! You wanted to wait till I was 18, didn't you!?!?! How fucking selfish. Like I was going to tell on you or something!" She shouts pushing away from me.

"No...no... Delilah, it's not like that" I lie.

"Then what is it, Brendon?!" She questions standing from the bed and going to the door. I stay silent not knowing what to say. "It is..." She narrows her eyes, a couple tears fall from her eyes. "I can't even look at you" she cries and runs out the door.

"Delilah...I'm sorry" I chase her. She's already outside, it's just starting to get bright outside and I watch her barefoot run down the sidewalk.

"Delilah!" I shout but it's too late. She left all her stuff here, backpack, phone, and shoes. What do I do? God, I fucked up bad.

"Brendon!" I'm being shook and my eyes shoot open to Delilah looking at me worriedly. I grab her arm that's on my chest and gulp. "You had another one of those dreams didn't you...I'm starting to get worried"

"It was different this time," I tell her.

"What happened?" She questions. I don't want to tell her, it will hurt her feelings...

"Nothing" I shake my head. "I don't remember...it was different this time" I sit up, her coming with. "What time is it?" I ask looking at the clock 2 am.

"Let's go back to sleep" she orders and I nod laying back down. She lays her head back on my chest and I fall back asleep.