Delilah ran into her bathroom, and threw herself into the shower. She was running kind of late. She rinsed through her orange hair quickly, and jumped out. She had spent too much time running that morning, so now she had less time. She jumped out of the shower, and dried herself off. She walked over to her hair drier and started drying her hair, running her fingers through it. As she dried her hair, she turned on her straightener, and tried to put on her clothes at the same time, but she found that hard, and unlike most girls, she wasn't exactly good at multitasking at most things.

Her hair was easy to dry since it was so thin. She grabbed her purple skinny jeans and pulled them on. Then she picked up a white shirt that supported some band she had never actually heard before, but it matched. She bushed her hair quickly, than ran her straightner through that places it needed it. She quickly put her eye liner and mascara on, than ran out of the bathroom. She grabbed her folder and guitar, put on her falts, and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

She stopped running when she got out of her dorm building, then pulled out her cell phone to look at the time. She wasn't going to be late, she had actually gotten ready faster than normal. She walked to the class, her favorite class, and opened the door. She was a little early, and she noticed there was a sub, so she had time to tune her guitar before trying her latest song, because the piano was usually taken. She pulled her guitar out, strummed, and adjusted, then she started playing simple chords, C, F, D7, G, and G7. Then she opened her folder, reading the tabs she had wrote. Stopping every couple of minutes to make sure she was playing it correctly.

She strummed the pattern and started humming the song. Delilah never really paid attention to anyone around her. Her life was just pretty crazy, so she used this class to work on her music. But today someone, who actually happened to be good, was playing the piano. She looked up, and sat her guitar on the ground next to where she was sitting. She walked over to the piano, standing behind the kid, quietly, not to interrupt him. She smiled as he finished, and spoke up.

"Did you write that?" She asked, stepping closer to the piano, so she was in a better angle to see the guy who had done it. "Because, that was like, amazing, better than anything I have ever done." She said, looking at the guy closer. He looked familar, but she wasn't really social with people she didn't know. And most people who step foot on the Claremont High campus, looked familar to her, however, she could never remember where she had seen them before hand. She liked his style, like was like hers. She looked at herself. 'Better than anything I can do.' She thought to herself.

She smiled at him, and ran her hands through her hair to pull out any knots that could of formed on her way here. "Then, I'd like to hear your best sometime." She said, smiling. It really was good. She crossed her arms. "Yeah, yeah. The people that get paid lots to have their voices editted." She didn't like the people who did that. Though she would be glad to be one of those people one day.

She listened to his compliment and smiled. "Guys have better range. I only have one and half octaves," She paused, thinking about how high some guys could sing once you consider falsetto. And he was probably a tenor. "You have at least two, probably, most definately, more." She said matter of factedly. But Delilah did know how to use what she had.

Delilah put her hand into his when he held his up. His was much bigger than hers, but Delilah was an overally small person, it wasn't surprising. "I'm Delilah Harper." She stopped and couldn't help but giggle when he kissed her hand. He was sweet, she liked him so far. "I'm also very pleased to meet you." He was really cool, at least from what she had seen.

The more she lookede at him, the more she remembered hearing him play before. He was sort of like her, he could play the piano, guitar, and he could sing. But she, like mentioned before, did not play a lot of attention. It sort of made her mad, because half of the people in this class had no musical talent what so ever, but thought they were amazing. They usually thought they were good because they could play rock band or guitar hero. Delilah, if she was mean, would love to just walk up to them and tell them that they sucked, but she couldn't do that.

However, sometimes, some people just stood out, like Brendon had to her, or like this kid playing a guitar right at that moment. She looked over a second after Brendon did and put her hands in her pockets. She bit her lower lip and looked at Brendon. "Someone should tell him he sucks." He seemed like the type of kid you would see on American Idol saying: 'My mom said I'm really good.' And honestly, Delilah felt really bad for those people. They got made fun of in front of the whole country, and were talked about for awhile. And if someone had told them that they couldn't sing, they would never had gone through with it.

She put her hand on the piano, and moved it to the keys, playing a quick series of notes. She looked up at him and smiled. "So, how long have you been playing, and singing." She asked, really wondering. She had started lessons when she was eight. She had done singing lessons since she was really little. Her parents hadn't expected her to turn her talents and use them like she was. Her parents didn't really like her, or anything about her.

She smiled, and nodded. "Yeah. I would love to hear it." She said, looking around the room, paying attention, almost for the first time. There were a lot of kids she knew here, but why hadn't they talked to her. It was probably because she was normally outgoing, but in here, she was quiet and reserved. But there were also kids that she had never talked to before. The students were either talking, or doing something musical.

She looked at him with a funny face. "See, I'm always right." She joked, with a smirk on her face. "But honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you can sing higher than me." She suggested. She knew guys who could sing higher than her. She knew what it was like to experiment. When she had time, she would go up and down a chromatic scale to improve her range, but that hurt her vocal chords sometimes.

She smiled at him when he complimented her name. "Brendon is such a..." She paused to think of a word. "..a handsome name. It's pretty ironic." She liked to flirt, too. She nodded. It was good that he wasn't a jerk. "I would too, but I don't want to be the person everyone hates." She sighed.

She listened. When he asked what about her, she looked up, like she couldn't remember. It was practically tattooed onto her brain because she had said it so many time. "I've sang since I was really little, with private lessons and all. My mom, like, wanted me to be in this childrens choir that travels around the world, but we never really got around to it. And, when I was eight, I like begged for piano lessons, and I was spoiled, so I learned it then. I started playing guitar when I was nine. It was for very long though, because I started being the Delilah you see right now, and they thought my guitar teacher was influencing me, so, they like pulled me out. I was so mad. But I started teaching myself, and started writing songs. " She finished before she could head off into a rant about how much her and her parents didn't exactly get along.She vented once, and it took about half an hour to say one forth of it. Plus, she didn't want to scare him, she just met him.

She remembered almost everytime she had performed in front of people. "Well, I'm pretty sure I played Three Blind Mice at my first recital. Like three months after starting lessons." She said. Then she continued. "But the first I had ever performed a song I wrote with guitar, and all that jazz, It was at my old boarding school for a talent show." That was the thing that got her pulled out of her old school. They had recorded her, and sent the video to her parents, and they didn't like it one bit. But she was actually pretty happy that she had been pulled out now. She was getting along with more people here than she had at her school. "How about you?"

Delilah shook her head at him. "I'm pretty sure I don't look like Mariah Carey, and there is no way I have a range even close to hers." She could only sing from a low G to a high D, and only good days she could have two octaves. "However, when I'm 40 years old, I wish I could look as good as she does." She said. Mariah Carey had to be old, she was singing in the 80s, but Delilah couldn't be sure.

Delilah looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You know, if I want to compliment your name, then I'm going to. Okay?" She asked. She was only names Delilah because her parents wanted all their kids names to start with a D. Destiny, David, Dallas, and Delilah. And they were named Dana and David. It was just so organized, and perfect. It could be, if Delilah was like her family, but they tried to cover it up, but sending her to California, while they were all peaceful in Hawaii. "And I called you handsome. I don't just tell people they are good looking randomly, only if it is really true." She said with a smile.

She sighed. "If he would ask me for an opinion, I wouldn't lie to him." She giggle. It was true, Delilah didn't like to lie. Or she could walk over to him and ask him if he wanted some tips, or lessons. She could attempt to teach him, but it was hard to teach someone something when they already thought they were amazing.

Delilah nodded in agreement, she had started young, but she was happy she had. She had gotten her talents from her mother. She remembered when her mom used to sing her to sleep, and if Delilah was lucky, she would hear her mother singing and playing the guitar in her parents room, but her mother was too serious about anything else. Delilah knew she loved music more than anything else, but her image. And she didn't want to be a musician.

She smiled at him. "I take that you remember every detail of your first performance. I wish I had that great of a memory." She said, jokingly. "I prefer to play the guitar when I sing, it, in my opinion, is easier." She admitted when he brought up his guitar. A lot of people weren't aware that she could play the piano. She probably thought that guitar was easier because it was just chords, on acoustic, and most people, when they sang while playing the piano, had some complicated piece on the piano with it, like the Fray. Isaac Slade was amazing at playing the piano and singing.

Delilah nodded. "Yeah, I want to make a band. Then record some stuff, and send it to some record company. But if I don't get a band, I'll consider going solo." Music was the only thing she wanted to do. If she couldn't be a musician, she would get a degree in music and become a music teacher or something like that. "You should. I'm sure there is a possibility of hearing you on the radio, and then I'd be like, 'oh my goodness, I went to school with him in highschool!'" She smirked, and started picking at her nails.

Delilah loked at him and smiled. She liked people who accepted her the way she was. "So, what exactly is your type?" She asked, an innocent look on her face. She pulled her eyebrows up and smiled at him. It would be sort of weird to see a high schooler dating an old person like Mariah Carey. Sure, she might look like she was twenty, but her real age was, in Delilah's mind, impossible to get over. She could never date anyone five years older than her.

She scrunched her nose at him, one of her habits. "Hmm, I bet you didn't know that I like sarcastic boys." She said with a smile. If a guy was sarcastic, he would understand her, she is sarcastic most of the time. The bad part was that people found it hard to believe her when she was serious. She waited until he was done before she spoke. "Just 'cause I'm a small person does not make me a baby." She whined and stuck her tongue out at him jokingly. "And thanks for the compliment, because I know how to accept them." She said, smiling.

Delilah nodded. "Performing in front of people is easier after the first time." Delilah didn't really get nervous in front of people, but she didn't like to sing alone with a lot of people watching her. Someone had to at least be standing up there with her to feel every emotion she did. That's why she prefered to be in a band.

When Brendon went to get his guitar, Delilah skip over to hers, and picked up her guitar and music. She walked back over, ajusting her shirt so it was straight across, and not wrinkled against her body at all. She smiled at his comment on his guitar. "A butterfly one would have been pretty hot too. But this one is beautiful." She reached over to touch his guitar. She only had two, the acoustic one she was holding now, and the electric one which was in her dorm. She loved it, it was completely old school, orange and white. The orange part was sparkly too. Orange was her favorite color.

Delilah smiled at him. "It doesn't exactly take much for me to be hot." She said sarcastically. She shook her head at him, strumming all the strings without holding anything down. "Nerds a extremely cool and amazing to me. And occasionally extremely hot." She said. Although most nerds were the exact opposite of what she said, and she knew that he wasn't a nerd. Nerds didn't wear skinny jeans, and pulled them off. "Broadway, that's cool, I'd go see your plays." She liked watching plays on Broadway, the first one she saw was the Lion King, and she loved it.

She smiled as he played some random stuff. Delilah hated half the songs she wrote, they were just so stupid sometimes. "I usually write songs about something that's like going on in my life. Like, I've written songs about my parents, but not directly towards them, like no names, because I don't really enjoy my parents. I write songs about people I know, things I've gone through, and I ask my friends for ideas sometimes." She played an intro to one of her songs, and started humming the melody, closing her eyes, losing herself in the music.

She looked at him, with an 'are you crazy' type of look. "Guys don't like me, they think that I'm scary." She said, with a disgusted look on her face. "But, if you like girls like me, does that mean that you like me, hmm?" She asked, a slight smile on her face. She liked to push things out of people. She was pushy at times, but still to lovable for people to hate her, but those were the words that one of her ex boyfriends used to describe her with. Though they weren't on bad terms, but he lived in New York, they never talked.

She crossed her eyes at him. "And guys that can sing, and he should have a great smile that he uses a lot, and he should like me as I am. Because I like who I am, and I'm me, so he should like me." She said. She couldn't stand guys who would date her, and try to change while they were at it. They apparently thought it was easier than it was. She was not going to be blonde, and shopping at Hollister, no matter what, unless she wanted to keep her parents happy. But that was only last resort to get what she wanted.

She smiled at him. "I was unaware that I still had shit in my cheeks, like, puberty was quite a while ago, and I'm pretty good at washing my face..." She brought her hand to her face, and rubbed her cheeks, looking up to examine the ceiling at the same time. "Woah baby, that's a lot of compliments. I'm not sure I'm ready for that." She said, with a surprised look. She couldn't hold that face long though, and it cracked into a smile.

She nodded towards him. "Mhmm. Or a rainbow." She liked to walk into music stores, and lookeid at the guitar choices, and occasionally make fun of them. She had seen some really weird ones. Like she had seen a Barbie one, that was the weirdest. Her favorite thing to do was pick one up, and start playing it, she liked to watch peoples reactions. Some people could get really annoyed by a harmless girl playing guitar, others were amazed by it.

She smiled at him, and shook her head. She wasn't the type of person that loved herself so much to say that she was good at everything, and that she was beautiful. "You are sure one sweet guy. I'm really happy I started talking to you" She said, but this time she wasn't being sarcastic. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I already do. You make it too damn hard not too." She commented to his comment about loving him.

She finished her song, and looked at him. She smiled at him. "That is, I would say, one of my best." It was also one of her first songs that she had written too. She pick at a couple of the lower strings and smiled at him. "And, I can play jingle bells too." She added with a giggle.

She put a sad face on and looked away. "But I wanted their left nut." She complained and then smiled at him. She would have said something about Loretta Bobbitt, but she had no idea who that was. If someone had nothing to do with music or acting, Delilah had no idea that they existed. "I'm not crazy, though. Just too happy." She said with a big, cheesy smile on her face, that she was sure made her look sort of crazy.

She smiled at him when he said he liked her. She went by Juno, the guys always liked the weird freaky girls and hid it so they wouldn't be picked on, or whatever, though Delilah didn't consider herself one of them, she was different. She shrugged at him. "His name, like, starts with a 'B' or something, and it rhymes with Trendon. I don't really remember though. He's pretty weird too, if I remember correctly" She said, pulling her fingers through her hair.

She giggled. "Well, then, I guess I'm lucky I didn't come here in seventh grade, then we would have never talked." Delilah thought that that year was her worst look wise. "You would have looked at me and thrown up." She scrunched her nose and shook her head. She cleaned up pretty well though, she had gotten over it well.

She laughed at him, and shrugged. "It is quite simple. See, I can take them from the front, the back, the left, the right, and the bottom, but ones from the top will just squish me." She gave him the same 'duh' looked he had given her earlier. "I'm only about five foot one to two inches, and about one hundred pounds. I'm not made to take that." She relaxed her face and smiled at him.

She shook her head at him. "If your daddy ever thinks your gay, just give me a call, I'll come over and prove him wrong." Delilah parents didn't think she was gay or anything, (they really couldn't, she liked boys too much) they thought she was a stupid whore. They had actually called her that to her face. She couldn't blame them though, sometimes she was. She laughed at Brendon's comment at making love all through the night. "The whole freaking night? Damn, that's a butt load of sex." She smiled at him.

Delilah's favorite thing was music. It was her whole life, she sucked at every thing else. She also liked to listen to music. "Show me what you've got then." She said, and then sat down in the closet chair, scooting it over to the piano so it was easier to hear what he was playing. She liked the song, and the words. All of her songs had words, but unless she had a huge audience, she never sang the words, just hummed them, but if someone had asked to hear the lyrics, she would sing them.