Delilah Bennet is a sixteen-year-old girl, who lives in New York City, and has a seemingly wonderful life. But as she struggles to stay in contact with her long distance boyfriend, what challenges will she face? Will their love begin to dwindle beca...
Delilah drummed her light pink polished nails on her wooden, white vanity in boredom, creating a repetitive tap, tap, tap, tap noise.
"Delilah?" Her friend Cassandra sighed.
"Hm?" Delilah hummed absentmindedly.
"Can you stop that incessant noise?" Cassandra asked in annoyance.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
"Delilah!" Cassandra yelled in exasperation.
The sudden exclamation startled the brunette, causing her to yelp and falling off of her chair. "What the heck, Cassie?!"
"Sorry," Cassandra chuckled, grabbing her friend's hands and pulling her back up. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Delilah sighed.
"You seem really tired and...I don't know, preoccupied with something," Cassandra frowned. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
"It's nothing," Delilah shrugged.
"Lilah," Cassandra sighed, "come on."
"Cassie, I said that it's nothing. Forget about it, okay?" Delilah said as she rolled her eyes.
Cassandra put her hands gently but firmly on her friend's shoulders, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Is this about what I think it's about?"
"That depends. What do you think this is about?" Delilah grinned cheekily.
Cassandra face palmed. "My god. Must you always be this infuriating?"
"Yep," Delilah chuckled, sitting back at her vanity.
"No," Cassandra whined. "Don't sit down. I'm bored. Let's go do something."
Delilah picked up her favorite book: Heartless by Marissa Meyer. "Just let me finish this chapter. Cath is about to dance the lobster quadrille."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "You've read that book a thousand times. You know what happens. Get up."
"No."
"Get up or I'll push you out of your chair."
"No."
"Fine. You give me no choice," Cassandra sighed, moving over to her friend's chair. She place one hand under and the other on the back, pushing it over.
Delilah yelped. "Ouch. Was that really necessary?!"
Cassandra flopped on top of her friend. "Yep."
"Ow," Delilah muttered, shoving her off. "Fine. We'll go. But only because you have the mentality of a five-year-old."
"Thank you," Cassandra grinned, standing up with her friend. "Can we go to the coffee shop?"
"Yeah, sure. Spencer's shift ends soon, so we could wait for him and then all hang out together," Delilah suggested.
"Sounds good," Cassandra nodded, grabbing her friend's hand and pulling her out the door.
Delilah tucked her hands in the back pockets of her jean shorts as they walked, listening to the sound of her white Superstar adidas sneakers slap against the slightly warm pavement. "We're not going to have many more days like this," she sighed.
"I know," Clarissa nodded, brushing her dirty blonde hair out of her face. "Stupid New York City weather. Pretty soon, it'll be snowing and I'll have to break out my Uggs."
"Don't say the S word!" Delilah reprimanded, chuckling a bit.
Cassandra covered her mouth with both hands. "Oops, I forgot. Looks like I'll have to wash my mouth out with soap," she said jokingly.
The girls shared a good laugh and soon reached the café.
"Hey, girls!" Their friend Spencer grinned from behind the counter. "What can I get you today?"
"Vanilla Bean Creme Frappuccino," Delilah smiled.
"And I'll have a Java Chip Frappuccino," Cassandra nodded.
"Coming right up," Spencer smiled, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. "Lilah, have you heard from Dylan lately?"
"No," Delilah sighed. "Probably because of his stupid stepfather."
"Probably. That guy's a real jerk," Spencer nodded, beginning to make his friends their drinks.
"So that's why you've been in this funk," Cassandra said in sudden realization.
Delilah nodded silently.
"Gosh, it seems so obvious now. Of course you're upset that you haven't heard from Dylan. I'm such an idiot," Cassandra sighed.
"It's just hard with him living a thousand miles away," Delilah said honestly. "When he lived here in New York with us, we got to see each other all the time. But when his mother remarried five years ago, his jerky stepfather had to move them to Tampa, Florida because of his job. I bet he didn't even think of how it'd affect Dylan."
"Probably not," Cassandra agreed.
Spencer handed the girls their Frappuccinos. "On the house. Go have a seat and I'll join you guys in a moment."
Cassandra nodded and wrapped an arm around her friend. "Come on. Nothing like drowning your sorrows in a Starbucks' Frappuccino. Let's sit by the window and people watch."
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