While attending NYU, Delia continuously sees the same guy not thinking much of it, until a not so discrete friendship forms while hiding from the paps in the large city of New York to pursue her dream of becoming a world renowned artist.
Chapter Songs: Breezeblocks -Alt-J Walking on a Dream -Empire of the Sun
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Delia's POV:
Another week of classes had gone by. I had finally bought a dress. I refused to let Cole see it no matter how much he asked. I had made sure that it matched his suspenders. I didn't feel like getting fake sued this week. Everything else had gone so well. I was sitting on our bed, watching him try to paint. It was more than cute. It was adorable. He kept getting more paint on himself than the canvas. He rubbed his hands together with the paint before simply slapping his hands against the canvas. I let out a snort as the paint lapsed back against his white shirt.
"You know, white is the worst thing to wear when you paint," I said, not looking up from my computer. He was going to hate me. I was using the last snapchat he sent me as a meme to respond to people on twitter, and it was taking off. I wasn't sure if he had seen it yet. He looked up at me with a look of slight disgust.
"You always wear white? What are you talking about?" he asked while slapping his hands against his shirt before taking one of my paint brushes and smearing it against the canvas.
"Shut up you walking meme." He stopped instantly and stared at me. The look of horror on his face. His mouth formed an instantly look of disgust. I could see his hand tighten around the paint brush.
"My conversion from college student to meme has already been more and more painful. If you have started this riot again.. You're lucky I can't touch anything with paint hands, you artslut," he said sarcastically as he flexed his fingers. I smirked at him while slowly turning my computer around to show him. He had sent me a snap last night of him holding a water gun to his head, looking distressed, almost like a call for help and longing, as if saying 'please shoot me'. The reply was because Dylan was making penis jokes towards Cole, even though they were twins and practically had the same dick. I would think so anyway.
Delia Marin: When you have to listen to @dylansprouse make dick jokes on @ colesprouse's snapchat
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Cole was quickly wiping his hands on his white shirt. I raised my eye brow knowing it wouldn't wash out any time soon. He pulled his phone off of the bed next to me. Next thing I saw was a retweet from him. I broke into a grin.
Cole Sprouse: My own girlfriend can make a meme out of me #HowDareYouDelia #WhatAColeSlut
I let out a soft laugh as I pulled my computer back into my lap. I pulled up my text book reading site again before looking back up at him.
"You know, so what if I'm a Cole slut? I've been a Cole slut for how long now? I'm just another part of the fandom that calls you daddy in a sarcastic tone." He rolled his eyes as he tossed his phone back on the bed. I picked it up, staring at his lock screen. He had to be kidding me. I smirked slightly before just simply smiling at his background.
