One Second Forevers

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There's this park in the forest that's pretty run down. Or at least I think so. I found it two weeks ago as we were staying in a hotel in this area. The slide has cracks in its plastic and one of the poles from the jungle gym was missing. I liked to sit on the only surviving wooden bench here. It was old and it was damp from last night's rain, but I didn't care.

It reminded me that even old things could be a platform for one but a roof for others.

In this case, it was a cat's roof.

"Here you go." I said softly, giving her a little bit of cheese. Her kittens followed close behind her, mewling out of hunger.

"Winter shook you up hard?" I asked, scratching in between her ears. She looked up at me with pleading eyes for me to give her the whole small dish of cheese and baked carrots. I trusted her enough to not eat the plastic, so I sighed and placed it on the ground.

Her ears perked up and her tail puffed. She picked up her food and ran away with it, nudging her young to hurry it up.

I stood up, confused. She usually didn't run away so quickly.

"You like cats?" A voice said behind me. It was a rather attractive voice, deep and smooth. If there were ever going to be voice models, it'd be the person behind me.

Wait. Delaney. You're stupid. He could be a murderer!

I turned around and punched whatever I could, which was a very hard and gay chest. When I didn't have any response, I looked up to see a pair of shockingly blue eyes. A stray lock of mahogany brown hair fell in front of his face and he brushed it away.

I followed his movement, seeing the sharp, slanting cheekbones casting shadows over his light olive face. I looked at his Adam's apple, it bobbing as he swallowed. A heather gray Henley fit him perfectly, the fabric stretching around his muscles. My eyes swept down quickly to see the dark blue jeans he was wearing to his new-looking Nikes. Then I decided it was best to focus on his face and those smirking red lips.

Damn he's beautiful.

Running out of ideas and beginning to panic, I say the first thing that comes to my mind. Which of course, knowing me, is going to be the dumbest thing ever.

"If you're trying to kidnap me, you're not doing a very good job of it." I said, crossing my arms. What was I, an idiot? Am I offering him tricks on how to kidnap someone?

Oh god what if I end up in one of those human trafficking rings. My reality here was bad enough, but that was a step too far. I don't want to become a prostitute. Okay not that I don't have respect for them especially if I end up as one but-

"Relax." He chuckled. I was mortified that I was staring at his goddamn Armani model face the whole time so I looked away. And that I actually voiced my thoughts out loud.

"Why?" I blurted out. Ah my mouth was stupid.

His eyebrows raised. "You're not going to become a prostitute and I'm not a kidnapper. I'm Graham Wesley." He said proudly, as if that name was supposed to have a meaning.

I looked at him weirdly. "Oh, okay. I'm Delaney Spencer." I said, blinking. Was he some kind of undercover Sean O'Pry or something? Damn that guy was hot!

"Dylan." He mused, scratching his chin and leaning back like an artist admiring his work.

"No, Delaney. Most people call me Dell but-" I tried to explain and was again cut off by this arrogant asshole.

"How about I call you Dylan?" He whispered, tucking his forefinger under my chin.

What was he doing?

"Okay." I breathed, my mind now floating millions of miles away from my body. His fingertips were calloused, like mine from playing guitar.

Then he broke away and looked up, as if remembering something. Even if it was only a small touch, I was missing it immediately. I longed for it, to feel his warmth again.

"I'm sorry, Dylan. But I have to go." He said sadly, walking away with his hands in his pockets. He didn't turn back as he pushed hanging tree branches out of his way.

I stared after him, my mouth dry from what just happened to me.

Dylan-

My eyes narrowed. He was leaving an imprint on me already.

Delaney.

I tried again with my actual name, but it didn't sound as right as Dylan had.

"Dylan." I said aloud, testing it out.

But just like how Delaney wasn't the same as Dylan, Dylan wasn't the same when I said it. He needed to say it, I needed to hear my name from his voice.

"God, I'm such an idiot." I muttered to myself, burying my face in my hands before walking the way I came from.

Dyl-Delaney. You don't do boys, remember? You can't end up like what you have. And remember what happened to your last boyfriend? What happened to his dad? 

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I trudged home and took off my shoes. I didn't bother calling out whether my mother was home or not. She probably wasn't, out at some guy's house or drinking her liver to death at a bar.

But where was my dad?

I sighed and saw suitcase tracks on the newly vacuumed carpet. He probably left in such a hurry that he forgot how much suitcase wheels would dirty up the carpet.

I sat at one of the bar stools at our counter, realizing this is probably what my mother did all day at one of the various clubs in our town.

I'd already showered since I got here in the wee hours of the morning, moving and redecorating my new room. I trudged up the stairs and blew a puff of air out of my mouth, realizing how tired I was.

I brushed my teeth quickly and jumped backwards on my bed, landing with a heavy sigh.

I groped around to look for my remote and pointed it at my lights, engulfing my room in absolute darkness. I pressed another button and the blinds went down. The draped pulled towards each other automatically and I grinned at that.

Then pressing another of those fancy schmancy buttons on my remote, my bedroom door closed.

Sometimes it really pays to be rich, I smiled to myself.

But as I closed my eyes, I thought about Graham. He said his name was Graham Wesley, and he assumed I knew who he was. He didn't know that I didn't live here until a day ago, and staying at a hotel technically didn't count.

I thought of his gray Henley, how the shirt was tight against his skin because of all the muscle he had. And I could see every outline of what I knew was a perfect six pack under his shirt.

"Well, Graham? Why don't I call you Gray?" I smiled up at my ceiling, seeing the glow-in-the-dark Cheshire cat sticker. 

Hi guys! That was the first chapter. I like to keep my chapters around 1000-2000 words, but it's easier for me to keep them in the 1000 range so I could shoot them out faster. I'll keep the quality as top notch as possible, and I don't typically have an updating schedule. HOWEVER, it is summer and I'll have more time to write!

I KNOW THIS IS CHEESY, BUT IT'LL GET BETTER. HONESTLY, IF YOU LIKE MAFIAS AND GANGS AND OVERALL BADASS GIRLS, YOU'LL GET IT SOON! I PROMISE, 'CAUSE I LIKE THEM TOO :)

Do any of you like cats, by the way? My mom's afraid of them so I can't have one, unfortunately. :'(

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Ektrna