Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 1

Delilah Glover stood just outside of the living room, tapping her French-manicured nails against the marble banister of the staircase in a series of sporadic clicking, due to her thoroughly annoyed disposition.

She didn't like to wait. Especially when it was so hot.

"Chelsea!" she screamed up the stairs for the second time. She rolled her eyes when she got a colourful reply back and then tried a different approach, as she proceeded to tap her heels impatiently.

Delilah looked like every other pretty little valley girl. She was tan and had natural, long blonde hair that hung in a rambunctious manner down to her rib cage, which was complimented by the mid-thigh airy yellow sundress she was wearing with the expensive Gucci black heels that were strapped to her feet. And although she felt no need to bring her sunglasses inside the house with her, she decided she probably needed them when she started driving again, so pushed up the big black bug-eyed shades to the top of her head.

The front door opened with a slam, just barely missing the crème coloured wall as it swung back, and the blonde turned with a raised brow towards the entrance.

She almost moaned in her throat as the man wiped at the sweat from his forehead, and she played the motion in a dramatic way in her head. It was like something from a Dior perfume advert. He smiled at her, and Delilah pursed her lips.

Matt was tan, blonde and nauseatingly gorgeous.

"Hey there, Delilah," he called from the other side of the room.

If anyone else had uttered the particularly annoying phrase, she would have bitched them out. But for some reason, she didn't have the heart to cuss out her best friend's delicious older brother. "Morning, Matt."

He smiled and two dimples appeared on his chiselled face. Delilah felt her heart race, but replied in the same manner, though with her own rather odd one-dimpled grin. She was told it was strange, but cute, nevertheless.

Matt was a couple of inches taller then her, with an incredibly athletic body. She could see the muscles outlining his relaxed black tank top and shuddered to think what he could do if provoked. He could probably bench-press her with one arm; the guy was packing guns on those strong, tanned arms of his.

He ran a hand through his short blonde hair and walked further into the house towards her. He glanced around the bottom floor, jerking his head and upper body here and there. The downstairs floor was quite open-plan, with the only separating wall being between the living and dining room, with the latter then being separated by a tabletop for preparing various foods - or, simply, lounging on during a party when everywhere else is full.

He shot her a puzzled, yet still smiling expression. "Do you need a ride anywhere?"

Delilah bit back a grin, but couldn't get a word in before her boisterous friend came bouncing down the stairs.

"Now Matt, why don't you run along and go pick up some chicks at work," her voice was droll, and certainly more of a statement then anything. "Delilah's off bounds, you hear?"

Tall, blonde and handsome rolled his eyes. Of course he'd heard. She would say it practically every other time he talked to the girl.

"Of course, little sister," he threw an amused smile at Delilah and rolled his eyes for emphasis. She smirked and laughed under her breath.

The little mousy-haired girl was left to wonder what was so funny as she finally descended the stairs and glanced suspiciously at the two. She wasn't left thinking for long, as Matt grabbed her in a one-armed hug and planted an over-exaggerated, loud kiss upon her forehead. It was now his sister's turn to roll her eyes, but it was clear his actions amused her greatly.