Brenda wanted a normal school year. Instead her mom died.
Salma needed space from her sister and terrible ex. Or else she'd lose her mind.
Delilah didn't think she'd have any more problems after moving far from her hometown. That was until she becam...
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❝Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.❞
― Dalai Lama XIV
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🗝DELILAH 🗝
"Are you okay?"
Disoriented and a little dizzy, I managed to let one-word escape from my lips. "Ouch." The stranger softly chuckled and helped me back onto my feet. When I regained stability, I noticed the duffle bag he was holding, slumped to the floor. Whatever else was in his hands had crashed to the floor when we had collided.
"I'm so sorry about that," he said, releasing his hands off me from helping me up right. "How do you feel? I hope I didn't hurt you."
"I'm fine." I brought a hand to the back of my head, groaning under my breath. "Let me help you," I kneeled down, reaching toward his belongings. I stopped myself once I remembered that I didn't have on pants, but a dress instead. Feeling the material rise against my legs, I retract back, and return to my standing positing. "Or not."
"It's okay." He smiled, noticing why I had chosen to go against assisting him in the end. "I've got it," he said while wrapping up the cords that had fallen and slipped them into the duffle bag after he had lowered the amp in his hands. He towered over me when he had finally risen up to his feet. I did a double take to make sure I was looking at the right person.
"Hey, you're in Side Effects," I pointed out.
"Eh, kind of," he returned the smile, visibly happy to see someone had spotted him out. "I'm just filling in for the keyboard player. I'm not really part of the band. I'm surprised you even recognized me, though. It's my brother's band," his grin widened, drawing my attention to his eyes. He had a lively smile that made you forget how to breathe. I gulped at the air, realizing that my cheeks were feeling numb--and so were my toes. "That stage has the shittiest lighting known to man. It's practically pitched black from the stage view."
"Well either way, you guys were amazing. It's got this interesting new wave sound to it. Reminded me a lot of this one band I knew back home."
"Would I know their name?"
"Does Butterflies Can't Swim ring a bell to you?"
His expression brightened and coughed a laugh. "Butterflies Can't Swim isn't anywhere near a small band."
I ducked my head in embarrassment, rubbing the back of my neck. "Well they weren't all that popular when I was in school."
"You-you," he stammered, "You went to school with the Beverly's siblings?"
"No, but I did know the members quite well though when I was in high school," I said in a low voice. I tried my best not to remember the times I've spent with the Beverly's. If I could, I'd likely get it erased from my memory. Totally get the treatment from Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
