Delilah didn't spend too much time looking for an outfit. She had taken Brendon's suggestion and picked out her outfit the day before. But she still wasn't satisfied with what she had when she put it on. But she had expected that. She was ok with the orange skinny jeans she had on, they were cuffed at the bottom so she wouldn't wear them down, but the t shirt she was wearing was not cool. She pulled it off and walked over to her pile of clean clothes that she hadn't put away yet and went through it quickly. She found a black and white striped tank top, and seperated it from the pile and pulled it on over her swim suit. She didn't feel like changing later, only stripping.

Delilah walked into her bathroom and turned on her straightner. She drummed her fingers along the counter, waiting for it to heat up. She leaned into the mirror and reviewed the make up she had put on that morning. She opened her make up bag and pulled out her eye liner and relined her eyes, keeping it thin but dark. She looked down at her straightner and cuffed her hand around it to see if it was hot enough yet. She ran it through a couple strands.

Delilah pulled her hands through her bangs. The last date she had with someone was when she was in Washington. The guy was sweet, and funny, but she just didn't think they had anything in common. Then she went back to Hawaii, so she didn't need a stupid excuse to not see him again. She heard a knock on her door, and she smiled. "Come in." She said at a quiet tone, quieter than she expected herself to say. She was going to repeat herself, but she heard the door close a little after that.

Delilah turned off her straightner and fluffed her hair and leaned in again to make sure her eye liner wasn't messed up. She took in a breath, and opened the door to the bathroom slowly. She stood there in silence for a while when he played the guitar. She didn't interupt him because she liked when he played the guitar, or piano. She felt a cough getting stuck her throat, and she cleared her throat, forgetting to be silent. She smiled softly when she saw him look up. "I really do?" She asked. She looked at his outfit and smiled. "You do too." She stated.

Delilah giggled when he kissed her neck. She smiled, and took a breath. She blushed when he said that she smelt good. She never put perfume on, and she always thought she smelt like nothing. She let his lips meet hers, and she gladly kissed him back. She closed her eyes and let her right hand run through his hair, she put her other hand on his shoulder. She stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his.

Delilah pulled her face away and sighed. "I would love to keep kissing you all night, but we've got some date planned." She grabbed his hand, and smiled up at him. She started walking for the door, still holding his hand. When she got to the door she stopped and looked up at him again. She slipped on her white ballet flats and then took the one step closer to him. She stood up on her tip toes and pecked him quickly, before opening the door.

Delilah honestly could care less about what people said about her. It was there problem if they had a problem with her hair, or how she dressed, or how she acted. She wouldn't change to make someone happy. If someone didn't accept her as she was, she didn't see a reason to make them like her, because she would still be herself either way. But when someone told they liked who she was, it meant a lot to her. She smiled at his compliment. "Thank you." She said, politely. She leaned back on her heels, and smiled at him. "Well, you succeed." She said honestly.

Delilah nodded at him. "True story." She said, laughing, because her friend used to always say that to her. They started walking down the hallway, and she got really close to him as they walked. She listened to him talk and she smiled. "You are very prepared." She said, smiling up at him. She knew the Apple Pan was always busy, but she had never been there, and she didn't know the menu either, or how hard it would be to find something without meat.

Delilah enjoyed the fact that they could walk in silence without it being awkward. She walked with him to the car, and smiled when he opened the door for her. She loved how much of a gentleman he was, how he opened the door for her. While he was walking around the car to his door, she put her seat belt on, and smiled when he got into the car, and gladly took his hand. "I hope you are ready to see my sexy body in my orange bikini." She said, jokingly, then she smiled at him. She knew it was better to go when there weren't a lot of people there, and the golf course was closed, because then you were less likely to get into trouble.

Delilah smiled at him. "Yes sir, I sure am." She smiled at him. She only waited for him to open the door because she knew that he was going to. She stepped out and looked at him. "You don't need to open the door for me everytime." She said, smiling at him. Then she added. "I'm not complaining though." She smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him. She dropped her hand that was farthest from him to her side.

Delilah smiled when they got into the building. She followed Brendon up to the host. She smiled, as they were seated right away and they didn't have to wait. She didn't really enjoy waiting because she could get really impatient. She kept close to Brendon as they walked to the table. She sat down and quickly picked up the menu, and looked at the first page. From what she could see so far, she was going to have troubles ordering. She bit her lip and looked at Brendon. "This place is not vegetarian friendly." She said, then giggled. She didn't mind actually. She was just going to order a salad. All their salad's had chicken, or it seemed, but it wouldn't be so hard for them to not put any on it for her.

Delilaha smiled at him. "Sure thing, darling, anytime." She smiled at him. Delilah would have found his pirate outfit sexy, and she would have joined him, by getting something pirate-ie for herself, and she would have wore an eye patch. She liked to wear different things. She had these huge glasses that were from the nineties, and were seriously her perscription glasses, and she wore them whenever she wasn't wearing her contacts.

Delilah was always organized. She didn't let things gets messing, like her room. She couldn't stand clothes laying all over the floor. If something wasn't put away, it was in a neat pile. She also stuck to a planner that she reviewed every night. "It is good enough to be with you. I don't need a perfect date to come with it." She said, looking up at him and smiling. She would be satisfied with just sitting on a couch and talking all night, it didn't matter to her.

Delilah, considering that music was what kept her as Delilah, noticed silence. But with Brendon, it wasn't as loud. Instead of a loud, upbeat song, it was quiet, and calming. She looked up at him again, and smiled. "I love hairless man chests." She said, honestly. She didn't like when guys had a lot of hair on their chest, it thought it was gross. She put her hand on his chest and patted it a couple of times. She rolled in front of him so her chest was touching his and started walking backwards, hugging him and slowing him down.

Delilah smiled at him. She did like his planners, it was amazing. "So a guy with those manners gets this..." She stood up on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his. She pulled away, and smiled at him. "That frog is still good at kissing." She sad, smiling at him.

Delilah shook her head. "Aww, Brendon, don't feel bad. I could be sitting on my couch eating chips and watching some old romance movies like a big loser." She said, smiling at him. She folded her menu back together when the waitress came up, and waited for Brendon to order. "I'll have a glass Dr. Pepper, and a salad with no meat, and a side of ranch." She handed the waitress her menu, and smiled at Brendon.

Delilah looked at Brendon. She blushed when he spoke. "No, I didn't, but I do now. That means a lot to me." She said, smiling at him. It really did, no guy had told her that she was beautiful, just hot, or sexy. It meant a lot more than those other words. Then again, most the other guys just wanted to get into her pants, and she was sure Brendon wanted more than that. She wanted to get close to him before giving him anything, but things were moving pretty fast with him.

Delilah looked at her hand that was located folded up with his. She smiled at him. "Really? Who's in your band?" She asked. She was ready to be at everyone of his concerts. She wasn't sure if she was going to know who any of his bands members were, but she would like to know how they were anyways.

Delilah always had to write things down. Otherwise she would just forget about it, unless it was something she really wanted to do, or wanted to avoid. She wrote everything in it, from homework to events. "Fine, spend your money on me, I don't care." She shrugged. He was the one going to be poor after awhile of dating her, sh had never figured out how much money would have to pay to take someone to dinner at least four times a month.

Delilah rolled her eyes at him teasingly. "Are you aware of how many points you have? I can't even count that high" She said, smiling up at him. Delilah smiled as she viewed his chest. She laughed, and held her arm up to his. "I'm pale too." She never had a tan. When people found out she was from Hawaii, they usually wondered why she looked like she was from Alaska.

Delilah looked up at him when he had warned her. She smiled softly. "Aww, you remembered that I like being warned." She giggled as he picked her up, she brought one of her hands up to his neck. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she wasn't a heavy person to carry, but she just found it hard not to hold onto him. She brought her other hand down to his chest, smiling while she thought about that fact that it had no hair.

Delilah nodded when she finished kissing him. "Mhmm. Well, Delilah has gone kiss free since she left Hawaii, so she doesn't really just walk around kissing people, they have to be pretty dang special." She smiled. She looked up at him, and nodded. "Hell yeah. Best freaking frog ever!" She said, with a big smile on her face.

She nodded. It actually didn't sound bad to her. She loved to watch romantic movies with guys, and it was fun when they complained during most of the movie about how stupid it was. "Ok, as long as we can get a big blanket and cuddle under it." Delilah said, smiling at him. She was actually looking foward to that happening. She shrugged. "I kind of am." But she would have been okay if she didn't eat.

Delilah looked at their hands as he played with hers, smiling to herself. "Damn Brendon, you are so sweet." She remembered their conversation on receiving compliments from everywhere. He sure was wasn't lying when he had said that. "You are pretty good looking yourself." She said, looking up from their hands into his eyes. Then she shook her head. "Actually, really, really, really good looking." She smiled at him. Delilah wasn't afraid of commitment with Brendon, she was looking forward to it. And, she would be happy to find out his intentions were pure.

Delilah knew that if she was in Hawaii, her friend and his brother would start a band with one of their friends that she didn't know that well. But she wasn't there, and she was not sad about that, they should come up to California, it was much more fun. "Well, yeah. I would love to hear you guys." If they were any good as him solo, she would love him with some other people helping out. She liked bands better anyways.

Delilah smirked and shrugged. "Maybe you don't need to. Maybe we can just hand out in my room every night." She smiled. She didn't need someone buying her things all the time, it was their personality that attracted her to the person. And if that person just wanted to spend time with her, that was all she needed to be satisfied.

Delilah shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "No!" She stuck her tongue out at him, and gave him time to thing about what she was going to say next. "You obviously have more than that." She said, than give him the duh look. She looked at her arm as he described her skin. She never went tanning. Any tan she got was natural, and never planned, like she just spend time outside and came back brown, up it never got real dark. "It is." She said, rubbing her hand down his arm, then when there hands met, she wrapped her fingers around his.

Delilah smiled back up at him. "I'm happy that you did." She rubbed her hand lightly against his chest, and watched her own hand. She looked up at him as he started moving in, closing her eyes as his lips made contact with her skin. She loved when he kissed her, it made her want to be all over him, but she always contained herself, even though it was hard. She brought her lips to his neck, kissing it calmly.

Delilah really did like Brendon. She had never felt the way she felt now around anyone else. Whenever she thought about Brendon, she just felt warm and calm. She never remembered the feelng before. It might have been love, she wouldn't know though. She had never felt it before, she wouldn't be able to identify it. She smiled when he laughed. He was the one who had brought the frog thing up, and it was fun calling him a frog, because he didn't mind it, she thought it was fun.

Delilah did enjoy the compliments. It made her feel special, she felt wanted around him. She just felt perfect around him, like nothing was wrong with her. She felt that there wasa nothing wrong with Brendon. He was perfect. She nodded. "Any time, darling." She smiled up at him. She couldn't wait for the rest of the date, it was going to be fun. But she had no idea about what he had in store for her.

Delilah nodded, and smiled at him. She knew it would be fun to listen to his band. He had an amazing voice, and he was very talented. She knew bands were stressful. she had done a couple songs with the guitar, drums, and bass. She smiled up at him. "I wish that my friends could leave Hawaii and come here." She said, looking down at the table. For some reason this conversation kept reminding her of her old friends.

Delilah looked into his eyes, and smiled at him. "You know something?" She asked. She put her hands on the table, and let out a breath. "I've never met anyone else like you." She said, smiling up at him. It was the truth. She had never met a person as great as him, it sounded cheesy, but she ddn't really care. She just wanted him to know that she carede about him.

Delilah nodded in agreement to his statement. "I bet you're real nice to cuddle with, too.' She said. She loved hugging and kissing him, other things along those lines would also be very sweet. Brendon as so amazing, just being alone with him would be great, and it would be good bonding time. Plus, Delilah could make simple things like that fun.

Delilah smiled at him, and nodded. "If possible, more than that. It's uncountable." She said, pretending to count on her fingers, and then giving up with a shake of her head and a shrug. She laughed when he pretended to bite her. "I thought we came to an agreement on eating me." She said, squeezing his hand. They had decided that Brendon shouldn't eat her, because then he wouldn't be allowed to hug or kiss her anymore.

Delilah was forgetful of most things. Like with school, she would remember things, and then after the test, she would forget them it unless it was that interesting. She kissed his neck again, and then moved up to his jaw below his ear, kissing there. She smiled up at him, and looked into his eyes. Then she brought her lips back to his jaw and kissed a couple times, every time getting closer to his chin. When she got to his chin, she moved up to his mouth.

Delilah didn't know if it was love, or attraction to him either. But whatever it was, she liked it. Since the day she first talked to Brendon, he was all she could think about. She always found herself zoning out during class, just thinking of him. She also found herself humming the songs she had hear him play, and whenever she would sit down to play the guitar or piano, she couldn't concentrate on any music she was writing. She knew he was exactly the person she was looking for. They had so much in common, and he wasn't pushy about anything.

Delilah smiled at his nick name for her. She liked it, was cool and fun. Plus, it matched her. "You so should. That's an awesome name." She also liked Sunkist, it was one of her favorite drinks. Honestly, Brendon could call her almost anything, and she would be okay with it. She just liked him that much.

Delilah could probably convince them to visit her, they did have some money, they weren't rich, but they weren't poor. She wasn't depressed about it, just sad a points. She thought about good things when that subjct came up. She looked up at his question and sighed. That was always a hard question because so many bands were amazing. But her favorite band was old, and no longer performing. "I would have to say the Beatles." She said, nodding. They were the building blocks of all music, she found it hard to not like the Beatles. "What's your favorite band?" She asked.

Delilah smiled at him, then looked down at her hands, holding his. She looked back up at him. "You are just so amazing. Indescribable." She said. She leaned over to him, and cupped his face with one of her hands, and kissed him. She pulled away slowly, remembering the first day they met, she didn't want to put another waitress in that position.

Delilah rolled her eyes at him. "Well, that's just special. I wasn't aware they handed that award out. Who was the best cuddler before you came along?" She asked. She smiled at him. She would test his story whenever she got the chance. And maybe he was right, he could be a hell of a pillow.

Delilah smiled at him, and shook her head. "There isn't a name for it, not yet, because everyone thinks that there isn't a number above infinity." She smiled. Their probably would never be a number naed above infinity, because infinity goes on forever, but not according to Delilah and Brendon. Delilah smiled up at him. "Alright, I was getting kind of worried." She said jokingly, and then smiled at him again.

Delilah pressed her lips against his, kissing him back. She ran her fingers through his hair, and kept her other hand on his chest. Delilah wasn't really surprised when he had pulled back, but she didn't smile until she saw his. She ran her hand through his hair, but this time, she was smoothing it down to how it was before, while he talked. She smiled at him. "If you like it so much, why did you stop?" She asked, smirking at him.

Delilah was pretty sure this thing with Brendon would work. She had never made friends so fast with anyone else besides the guys in Hawaii, and they were like brothers to her. The thought of dating them was just funny. They were the friends who screened every guy she ever talked too. Surprisingly, her parents liked them too, they kept her in check. She hadn't thought of, that, though. If Brendon kept her clean from drugs, drinking, and any other stupid thing she might do, her parents might like him. But you couldn't be certain about who they liked.

Delilah scrunched her nose. "I don't think that you would look good with orange hair." She said, running her hands through her own hair. Her hair wasn't natural, but everyone now knew her as a Delilah with hair ranging from auburn to orange hair. She's tried all shades of red, and decided to settle with orange. "But Brenny Bear, I think that will work. I mean, you are pretty dang cute." She nodded to herself in approval.

Delilah smiled at him. There was no way you could like the Beatles. "Blink 182 has some really good songs, like All the Small Things. But I've never heard of Third Eye Blind before." She usually knew a lot of bands that a lot of other people didnt know about. She was pretty open to music, she liked almost all of it besides rap and some country, so it was hard to find a band she didn't like. But there were a couple she couldn't stand, maybe it was their music, or the people, who knew? "I can't stand Rascal Flatts or the Rolling Stones."

Delilah looked in the direction that Brendon looked, and saw the waitress. She looked back at Brendon, she was glad she stopped kissing him when she had she had cut it close. She smiled at Brendon when he said yum. "Me, the food, or the waitress?" She asked sarcastically. She smiled up at the waitress when she started handing out the food and drinks.