Way the Cookie Crumbles

8th Grade

*Dylan's POV*

It's the eigth grade year and I still haven't gotten over Delilah that's got to mean something, right? I haven't had a girlfriend, I haven't had my first kiss. I'm still waiting for Delilah to come around. Will she EVER come around?She's constantly on my mind. She is the only thing consuming my thoughts. I haven't considered even talking to her since the note incident. I should talk to her, get over my fear that she hates me forever. Aiden and Troy came running around the corner. "Dylan, You've GOT to see this!!" Aiden shouted and shoved a piece of paper in my face. It was a flyer that read: 8th Graders it's the day you have ALL been waiting for. A time that you will never forget. It's time for the Banquet. Get your tickets between now and April 23.

"Dude, you should totally ask Delilah to the banquet!!" Aiden squealed.

Hmmm.. maybe I should. "Really?"

"Really," Troy agreed.

"Okay. I guess I will.. but.. What about you guys? who are you guys taking?" I asked, not wanting to be alone. Turns out Aiden was asking Paisley and Troy was asking a girl from his math class. That's when I realized I had a problem, "How should I ask her? It should be special because I haven't spoken to her since the 5th grade."

Aiden was the first to realize what I was saying. "Dylan, Don't ask, tell. Eliminate all of her other options. You can do that, you know, you're the captain of the football, soccer, and lacrosse team. Nobody messes with you."

"But...." I started.

"Dylan I DARE you to ask Delilah to the dance," Troy had said, ending the conversation by walking away. Ughhh.. He's got me there, he knows I don't turn down dares. I stomped off looking for Delilah. I found her by her locker surrounded by a bunch of Paisley's preppy cheer leading friends. I went through the middle of the girls and straight to her. I grabbed her by the wrist, looked her straight in the eye,"Delilah, come with me. I have to ask you something." I watched as she shot Paisley a questioning look , Paisley smiled and nodded her off. I lead Delilah to the library. "What's this about? If you wanted me to help you with your homework so bad, you should of just asked me back there..." she demanded.

I took a deep breath before answering her, "Okay.. I have been putting this off for a while but.. Will you, Delilah Mae go to the banquet with me?"

I watched as she blinked in confusion, "Wait.. so you don't need help with your homework? And why me? Why not one of the popular girls?"

I stared at her in disbelief. Could she possibly not know that I have been in love with her all this time? "Delilah, you are the only girl that has ever caught my eye. The only one I've thought about. I've liked you since the fourth grade. That has to mean something to you, right? But what do you say, want to go to the banquet with me?"

"If nobody else asks me. Then, sure." So, that's how she wants to play this game. Well I can assure her nobody else will ask her. I swear if they do they will have a tough fight to fight. I told Aiden and Troy Delilah's response then begged them to make everyone else back off. She IS my girl.

-A couple week later*Delilah's POV*

I'm only a couple weeks away from the banquet, and nobody else has asked me to be their date to the banquet. Of course. Paisley has been asked by just about every guy in our grade, every guy except Dylan, that is. Paisley is getting pretty aggravated, so when Aiden asked her she finally just accepted, because she secretly liked him. Nobody else asked after Aiden. She said we could double date.. Pshh.. yeah. whatever. Like that's going to happen. She is determined to have me looking absolutely beautiful for Dylan. So after school Paisley dragged me into Belk and made me try on every single dress she sees I finally decided on a green strapless dress that cuts off right above the knees. Then, it was time to buy the shoes. Great, Paisley will be here all day. Paisley tried to convince me to get a pair of heels so I can match with Dylan's height. Yeah, I may be 5'3 and he's almost 5'9, but there's no way I'm wearing heels. I buy a black pair of glittery converse, and Paisley got a pair of stilettos. I talked Paisley out of taking me into the nail salon. I mean, was all this necessary? It's just Dylan.. the boy that has liked me since the 4th grade. Note to self: Don't let Paisley take you shopping EVER AGAIN. The next day at school Dylan came up to me, "Hey Delilah."