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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
-Edgar Allen Poe

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Delaney Rodriguez paced relentlessly around her room. Her feet padding against the hardwood of her floor, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. the blue-eyed girl was currently waiting for her friend to arrive, there morose conversation awaiting them both.

Lip stood outside the familiar beige door. For some reason, the cracks and crevices were more fascinating than ever. He had been debating for quite a while on whether or not he should knock. His stomach churned at the thought of the conversation awaiting him.

'What is she going to say?' He wondered for what seemed the 100th time that hour.

Hesitantly, he lifted his arm, his knuckles knocking against the old wood.

Delaney stopped pacing, the knocking sounding almost eerie in her empty house.

Delaney slowly made her way to her front door, her heart beating at an agonizing pace.

"Hey." She spoke softly after she opened her door wide enough to reveal the boy.

"Hi." He responded, hesitantly.

"I lied."

"Can I come in?" Both teens asked simultaneously, the other caught off guard by the opposite's response.

"How about, I come in first, then we can actually talk. Believe it or not; talking through a door is much more difficult than it seems." Lip offered a small smile.

Delaney let out a short laugh, opening the door the rest of the way for her friend to come in.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"Now-" Lip started after he had settled on the weathered couch placed in her living room. "What did you lie about?"

"Okay," Delaney spoke softly before taking a large breath. "Remember when you asked me if I felt something when you kissed me and I said no? Well, I lied and truth be told I like you a lot but I just think I'm really messy and I'm not sure if I'm good for you and honestly I have no idea what to do I'm sorry." She rushed, not bothering to take a pause for air.

Lip couldn't help but smile at the girl's frazzled attitude.

"Please say something." She begged. Her blue eyes practically staring into his soul. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

"You should really try and avoid run-on sentences. And maybe try breathing every once in a while." He laughed.

Delaney's mouth fell into a deep frown, her eyes looking everywhere but the boy in front of her.

"Right. I get it. Sorry." She spoke. She could feel her eyes watering the slightest, but she sure as hell was not going to let herself cry over a boy. Especially in front of him.

"Hey, wait, no. Fuck. Lanes I'm sorry. I was listening I promise, it's just so hard to focus when the girl you really really like admits her feelings for you."

"You like me?" Delaney asked, surprised at his response.

"Did you miss the part where I said really twice?" The curly-haired boy laughed.

Delaney felt color rush to her cheeks as she focused her eyes down.

Lip's hand hesitantly tucked a strand of the blue-eyed girl's hair behind her hair. Practically cursing himself for the overly used, cliche, move.

"I don't know if I said it already," The boy started. "But I really.., really like you." He repeated.

Delaney couldn't help but smile but suddenly frowned at the realization.

"So then what do we do? You don't 'do' relationships." She spoke.

Lip frowned. "Well in all honesty I don't think I've ever even been in one, the closest I have come to a relationship is Karen. But I think I'd like to try it, with you, if that's alright."

Delaney had never seen Lip so nervous, his eyes avoided hers at all costs as he spoke. His hands fiddling with one another. Was this his way of asking her out?

Was the Lip Gallagher asking her out? The boy who complained for years about never wanting a relationship?

"Are you asking me out?" The girl pondered.

"I think I'm trying to yes." He spoke flustered.

Delaney grinned at the boy, her heart thumping rapidly against her chest.

"Okay." She spoke, the grin evident in her voice.

"Okay? Is that good or bad?" The boy asked.

"Definitely good."


AN: So I know this is one of the shortest chapters I have now, but I wanted to separate when season 2 starts so bear with me while I reorganize this book!

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