Delilah nodded at his statement. "No fucking ken dolls. They are so not my type." She said, using appropriate hand gestures while she had said it. Then she started laughing.

The principals couldn't catch everything, but they always tried. She had seen one ask for back up one day, which made her laugh. Delilah always considered other people too. Like, she didn't want to make other people feel uncomfortable when they were around her, and some people didn't exactly like when things were falling out all over the place. And once, some teacher in a health class told the girls that every man had a photographic memory, teen agers, and old men, and parents. She didn't want some old man thinking about her forever. "Well it is a good thing that I don't dress that." She said, smiling at him.

Delilah smiled. Axe always had really funny commercials, along with Old Spice. She remembered the commercial he was talking about and giggled. "Are you trying to imagine me in my underwear?" She made a surprised face, and wrapped her arms around herself, covering herself up. One of her friends used to wear Axe, it only smelled good on guys. When her friend wore it, Delilah felt like throwing up.

Delilah nodded. She couldn't recall ever actually hitting someone. She had possibly said somethings, but only if she got really mad, and that was rare. "Then we agree on something else. Violence is stupid." I was also immature. People who always got in fights always looked really stupid while fighting. She just ignored those type of people. If they only wanted to fight, she didn't want to bother them.

Delilah shook her head. She knew her parents. They wouldn't give up that easily. "They will try to make us hate each other before retreating back to Hawaii." She rolled her eyes. They were constantly trying to break her confidence. She knew that they would. They would probably tell Brendon things about her, or give Delilah reason to why she shouldn't even speak to him. Her parents were predictable, or Delilah just thought they were.

"Brendon, you can hold me whenever you want to." She said, and squeezed him gently to prove that she wasn't lying. She adjusted her body to make herself more comfortable, not that she wasn't before. She kept massaging his hand in her own. She agreed on that fact that it was a good moment. She couldn't even explain how good she felt sitting there with him.

Delilah smiled at him. He was more accepting of that then most other people she knew. "You're going to eat the same things I do?" She asked. She was surprised that he was willing eat what she would because it was different. Most people couldn't just give up meat. She wasn't expecting him too, she knew he still would, everything besides fish, but he made it sound like when she was around he wouldn't eat it.

Delilah smiled. "Alright, when you are full, I'm going to punch your stomach, you will throw up, and then I will." She did have a weak stomach. If she saw blood, or vomit, she would throw up herself. "But then I couldn't hug you or kiss you if I was in your stomach." She said, making a sad face. She looked at Brendon and rolled her eyes. "If you mean that the way I think you mean that, then you are disgusting." She smiled at him kindly after she said it.

Delilah smiled as he leaned in. She pressed her lips against his. She brought her hand to the back of his head, in a way to keep him there for a while. It seemed like he had read her mind, and she found that perfect, because she didn't like to speak up most of the time.

Delilah shrugged when she stopped laughing. "I like musicians, and besides ken dolls have horrible hair. You have lovely hair." She reached out and messed his hair up a little, an smiled at him playfully.

Delilah also didn't dress that way also because she wasn't that comfortable with her body. She knew she was skinny, but whenever she wore shorts, she was constantly pulling them down, or she was always pulling low cut shirts up. She also didn't like strapless shirts, they would fall down a lot. She smiled at him, they agreed on a lot of things, and that was good. It would save them from any stupid fights that they might have with each other, it would be hard for them to disagree.

Delilah looked at him suspiciously. "Are you sure? Because I know how you teenage boys think." She asked and pointed to her head head when she said think. She would agree that she didn't think about it until he mentioned it. Teenage girls could also think that way. She also would think it was hilarious if some randon girl pounced on him.

Delilah smiled at him and giggled. "And I agree that you agree that we both agree that violence is dumb." She said, smiling at herself. Delilah didn't consider herself a hippy. Whenever she thought about hippies the picture of Janis Joplin, and Janis Joplin kind of scared Delilah to a point. But her sunglasses were always really cute, along with some of her outfits.

Delilah shook her head at him. "They don't know you, whatever they say probably will be wrong assumptions and it won't change my opinion." Delilah didn't think that they wanted her to be sad, they just wanted themselves to be happy and they wanted their family to be those families in the magazines that every other family wished they could be. They were being selfish. Brendon might see the toddler come out of her that day though.

Delilah opened her eyes when he started to move her, but she didn't care. She was perfectly okay with it, and his lap was more comfortable then the seat she was sitting on before. If they weren't at school, she would have tipped his head back and kissed him, but it went back to the fact that teachers and students could be watching. But she was surprised that they hadn't been told to seperate themselves yet. She hoped no one wold say anything.

Delilah took vitamins and other pills to keep her protien and other nutrients she was missing because of her diet at normal, livable levels. And, when she did that, her parents didn't bother her about not eating meat. "God, Brendon, you are perfect for me." She said, smiling at him. It was true. So far, they didn't disagree on anything, and they both accepted each other as they were.

Delilah stuck out her bottom lip. "Whenever I throw up, everything comes out, but it still doesn't stop, even when my stomach is empty." It was true. And, whenever she was sick, she had to not eat anything until she was better, otherwise she would throw up about five minutes later. Delilah smiled at him and rolled her eyes. "I'm always right, get used to it." She said sarcastically. She smiled at him. "I don't care what type of cherries you like. Liking both isn't bad either." She loved cherry pie. It was the best thing that you could make with cherries.

Delilah ept moving her lips against his, she was falling moe in love with him as each second passed. Delilah had to admit that she had moved pretty fast with Brendon, she had met him only about an hour ago, and she was already kissing him. But he was just perfect for her, they connected right away. Plus, he was great at kissing, she couldn't stop herself from kissing him.

Delilah giggled as he clapped. She stopped when he talked so she could hear him better. She started laughing and she smiled at him. "Yep, I need the real thing." She said. She hated Barbie and Ken dolls, well she used to play with them all the time. They were just to perfect, except Ken. He wasn't a real man.

Delilah didn't mind him being perverted. She found it funny, she knew he was joking, and she was kind of bringing it out of him. "That is a possibility." She said, smirking. She playfully let her eyes scan his body, then looked at his face, and started giggling. People always blamed guys for being perverted, but girls could be too, guys were usually just ore open about it.

Delilah wasn't a fan of arguements. Because she usually lost them, and she liked to be right. She could never be in debate class because she would go overboard trying to prove the other team wrong. "And I agree that it is a good thing that we don't disagree on a lot of things." She said, with a smile on her face. She liked to say, stupid, funny things like that, even though they didn't make sense half of the time. She could see herself arguing with him in the future. She did have a harsh side to her.

If you asked Delilah what she thought about her parents, her first reaction would probably be her saying that they annoyed the shit out of her, and that she couldn't stand them. But, she would be sad if one of them died, and they still supported her, and they didn't kick her out, at least not on the streets. It was hard to love them, but to some people it was required. They had given her life in the first place. They still hadn't given up on her, even though they should give up on the dream of her being perfect.

Delilah smiled as he started to kiss her neck. She put her hand on his jaw and moved it up to the same level of her's. She smiled at him, and pecked his lips playfully a couple of times. She didn't are anymore about what the other people in the class said about her. Who cares if they thought she was a whore, because she wasn't anymore, she just found herself attracted to Brendon.

Delilah smiled and shrugged. "Maybe I'm physic." She said, smiling at him. She was the same way, her best friend was the only other person to have so much in common with her. But she still lived in Washington, along with most of her other friends. Delilah was proud of herself. She hadn't really considered walking up to Brendon, she just had. But if she had thought of it, she wouldn't have talked to him in the first place.

Delilah shook her head and sighed. "No, no. I throw up that nasty yellow stuff that makes your food digestable." She shivered thinking about the last time she was sick. She would have been lucky if she only thew up water. Delilah hated hospitals, she practically had to be dragged to the hospital, unless she wanted to get away from school for awhile. She pressed her lips together. "Don't give me that face, it makes me feel sad on the inside." She said, making a sad face. She smirked at him. "Do you like my cherries?" She giggled after she asked him.

Delilah brought the hand that was on his shoulder down to his chest, and moved it under his arm to his back. She also started playing with his hair, messing it up more than he had earlier. She felt her heart race, when he slowed down, then sped up. She smiled in the middle of their kissing when he bit her lip. She was waiting for that the whole time. She pushed his lips apart with her own, and started sucking his lower lip.

Delilah smiled. Her Barbies never got sexual. They mainly went shopping or would get mugged and murdered by Ken when Delilah played with her sister. "G.I. Joe doesn't have anything either, just more muscles and a prettier face." She nodded, remembering her brothers toys which were usually found tied trees because her brother liked to see how long they would last. And they had underwear on too.

Delilah giggled, and looked away for less than a second. "Now I'm imagining you naked, no more underwear is involved." She smiled at him. He was probably now imagining her naked also. She had no idea where this conversation was going, but it was pretty interesting. Delilah was told that she looked mother but she had her dad's green eyes.

"Do we agree on everything?" Delilah asked. She looked up, trying to find something that he might not agree on. She couldn't figure out anything right now, because the only thing that she could think about was global warning, and she didn't want to get into that again. Science class was bad enough, because her teacher thought the world was going to end in a couple of years, and Delilah thought it was a natural cycle. "Think of something we won't agree on." She said.

Delilah wondered how he felt about being adopted. Maybe it was for his own good, like his real parents didn't have money, or experience, or time. Or maybe they just didn't want him. She wasn't going to ask him, it had to be hard to realize that someone had given up on you. She always wondered how different her life would be if her parents didn't care about what she looked like. She would probably be in Hawaii, never would have et half of her friends.

Delilh smiled, pecking his lips again. She didn't know why girls did get so jealous. A girl kissing some guy she liked was not going to change anyone who was watching's life, they just sa people kissing. You should see people kissing at some point in your life, it is hard to escape it in the modern world.

Delilah shrugged again. "I think it would be kind of creepy." She didn't want to hear most of the things some people thought. Just walking down the street and hearing what everyone was thinking about. She would feel like she was invading their privacy. She smiled. "Does he look like a baby, or something?" She said with a smile. She always got long with her friend's friends. And if his friend was anything like him, she would probably be good friends with them too.

Delilah nodded. "And it's gross." It always burned her throat, and her stomach muscles hurt afterwards. She broke her sad face and smiled at him. "I won't make it anymore, unless you make your face." She said. She smiled at him and took in a deep breath to make her chest look bigger. She bit her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows. "Maybe, if you are lucky, someday you will get to grab them." She stated, smiling at him.

Delilah smiled as he moved her onto his lap and laughing for a second when he moaned. She pulled away, but not long. Just long enough to say a couple words. "You like that?" She asked, then leaned back in, not letting him answer, and started again.

Delilah smiled, and nodded. She looked at his body again, smiling. She then looked away, it was pretty awkward, but she didn't feel uncomfortable, which she thought was surprising. She was very comfortable around Brendon, she didn't want him to think other wise, so she looked back, like she hadn't just looked away. She bit her bottom lip and smiled at Brendon. She was not one of the girls who liked to show off her body, she wasn't comfortable with it. "Sure, imagine it that way." She nodded in assurance.

Delilah looked up at the ceiling. Her opinion on gay people was hard to explain. She liked to think the only definition for gay was happy, but she didn't write the dictionary. "The closet to my opinion would be a phase. I believe it is really a state of mind, like no one is really gay, they just think they are. God didn't make two different genders for no reason. One just wouldn't work." She smiled at her answer. She had explained it as well as she could, it was just hard to put into words. She would have been really surprised if he had the same opinion.

Delilah always did wonder what it would be like if she was adopted. Probably not much different, but her fake parents would probably love her more than her parents did now. She would probably ask him about it later, but when they were closer, like when they trusted each other more, after a day of knowing him. She honestly did want to know how he felt. Delilah would probably find it interesting. She had never met any one who had been adopted before.

Delilah found it really annoying when girls got mad at each other when a guy cheats on them. It was not the other girls fault, it was the guys. She had been cheated on once, the girl was mad at her. Delilah could care less about the girl, she was in the same cituation as her, she hated that guy.

Delilah giggled at Brendon, and smiled. "But it would be kind of cool, you know?" There were always pros and cons to everything, there was never just one, it was always both. You had to get used to it though. She smiled, and laughed. "That's so fucking adorable!" She smiled. It was adorable when guys looked like babies, but she loved real men better.

Delilah scrunched up her nose. It tasted gross too. She nodded, and smiled. "Pretty much, yeah. But if you make your face, I make mine, if I make mine, you make yours." She smiled. hoping that it was less confusing. She let out her breath when he said that they didn't need to be bigger. She nodded when he asked really. "If, you know, you are the right guy." She said. She was cleaing up her act, and thinking twice about everything. She laughed, and brought her hand close to his chest, but didn't touch it. "Oh boy. That's so tempting." She said with a smile. She really liked Brendon, he was funny.

Delilah giggled when he tried to talk. Delilah ran her hand through his hair as his tongue ran across her lip. When he was done, she brought her tongue up to his lip, doing what he had done to her. She was okay with making out with him, with letting his tongue touch hers, or letting it explore her mouth. She opened her mouth more, her tongue dancing against his lips.

Delilah smiled when he looked up. She just looked into his eyes, her smile as big as ever. She shrugged and looked down at her legs. "I guess you will have to find out later." She pursed her lips together. She didn't hate her body, she just didn't like it. She knew it wasn't perfect, no one elses was either, her flaws just stuck out to her.

Delilah shrugged at his opinion, and nodded. It made sense. "Well, I believe that you can have some physical attraction to someone of the same sex. Like, I've look at girls and thought, 'woah she's really pretty', but I've never wanted to make out with a girl or anything. But I'm not surprised that we don't agree on that." She said. She had to admit when she saw a handsome guy, she could imagine herself kissing him, but she never could see herself doing that with a girl. But girls could call other girls pretty and it wouldn't be weird, guys couldn't call other guys hot or anything like that, unless they were gay.

Delilah didn't really care about that relationship, it was one of those stupid middle school ones, that don't really mean anything exxcept that you go to McDonald's with each other and hold hands when noone else was looking. If she had gotten serious with that guy, then she would have cared, but she didn't, so it didn't matter any more.

Delilah laughed along with him. She didn't really want to think about what some people would think about her. She did find it funny though, when some people like her parents would look at her, and then would automatically think that she was some troubled teen that cuts herself and that hated everything or whatever, but that was the exact opposite of who she really was. She it her bottom lip. "Oh, so you squeeze the shit out of everyone's cheeks, I thought I was special." She said jokingly.

Delilah didn't mind talking bout gross things. She usually only brought up nasty conversations when she was eating, or about to eat. Delilah stopped herself from making another sad face. She knew that she usually did make things more complicated. "Sorry that I sometimes make no sense." She said with a smile. When he said no pressure, she looked into his eyes, to make sure he was serious. She smiled softly at him. "Brendon, you're awesome." She said, with a smile. She was relieved to find out he wasn't like most guys. She smiled when he swatted her hand away, and crossed her arms. "Fine. Be that way." Then she laughed.

Delilah felt her heart race when their tongues touched, but it was a very good feeling. She let ther tongue run against his. When she heard the waitress clear her throat, she opened her eyes and looked up at her. She felt her blood rush up to her cheeks. She sighed when he pulled his face away. She was really enjoying that, but it had to be done. She looked in the opposite direction as the waitress, and ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it down. She brought her fingers to her lips and wiped them off, and then looked up at Brendon, her face was hot, but she had a smile on.