SARAH POV
Stunned.
I'm standing here stunned.
What?! I'm not overreacting okay, knowing Delilah, I will probably have to go check my room right now and the whole house in the process.
"Hellooo, Sarah to earth, earth to Sarah?!" my mom says snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"I can hear you"
"But you aren't looking at me and your eyes look creepily blank"
"Then you would probably get a heart attack if you saw Delilah's eyes" I mumble
"What?!"
"Nothing nevermind"
"Okay, how is your cold?"
"Good, Delilah made some very good porridge, I already feel my headache and cold dissapearing"
"Good to hear, now get to bed, it's really late"
"Okay"
"And... I'm sorry, I should have stayed home and looked after you"
"Nooo, I get headaches all the time, you can't stay with me all the time. I'm already seventeen mom"
"Still a kid to me" she smiles, I smile and then she goes to the bathroom, I keep a glass of water on her bedside table and go to my room, heading straight to bed switching on my night light, totally forgetting to check all the rooms and the entire house for a possible camera.
SLOANE POV
Constant notifications, each *ping lights up my phone for a few seconds giving my dark car some light.
I'm feeling queasy and yet my car is drowned in loud music and I'm parked in a dark tunnel, where luckily or unluckily not a lot of cars pass at this time.
It's almost one AM, way past midnight and here I am alone.
I usually hate the dark, in fact I'm so scared of it, I sleep with a night light on.
But right now I'm simply not scared of anything.
I'm not drunk but all that loud music today and dancing without stopping made me queasy enough and the loud music in my car is giving me a headache but I don't want to stop, at least if I end up with a headache I won't have to keep thinking about other stuff that I desperately want to forget.
I sing at the top of my lungs or more like scream the lyrics of the song playing out loud continuously till my voice cracks and I end up bursting into laughter all by myself and stop when I realize how crazy I must look to anyone passing by.
I'm thirsty and try to get some water from behind but there is no water bottle in sight.
Sigh.
I decide to go home and just as I start my car and take a turn, it starts raining.
Why does rain never give a warning before it comes pouring down heavily and why fall heavily from the start can't it start lightly drizzling first. My english don't make sense to me itself right now.
I hate the rain. I really do.
I start slow driving, reducing the volume of the music, but my head starts hurting more and my vision gets a little blurry.
I think of calling someone, but I can't possibly call my brother, as I scroll through my contacts, Delilah's is there in 'recently called'.
I think about it for a few seconds and then press on call.
It rings and rings and then I end the call giving up but right then she calls me back.
"Hello?" I say
"Yea?"
"Uhm, I'm sorry I..."
"For what?"
"Well, can you pick me up?"
"Where are you?"
"Uhm wait... " I try looking around me to spot some shops but there's nothing, only cars passing me real fast.
"Okay, just send me your live location"
"So you'll pick me up?"
"Yea"
"Alright"
I send her my live location and drive a little further up and park on the side.
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It's been about twenty minutes since I texted Delilah and I'm not even able to completely fall asleep though I'm extremely sleepy, if that even makes sense. I cannot make sense of time or my surroundings right now.
Just when I decide to increase the volume of a random song playing to not fall asleep possibly, I get a knock on my window which startles me so bad I jerk hitting my elbow to the side bar.
I get a knock again but the windows are blurry from the rain and wind which made a hue over the window.
Someone rubs the window with their hands and I rub my eyes to see it's Delilah.
I quickly unlock the door and she hops in.
She gets out a tissue from the front and rubs her face and neck, her hair is safe inside her hoodie, discards the tissue into her pocket instead of outside or anywhere in the car and looks at me.
She hates littering and will literally kill you if she sees you littering.
I sleepily smile at my insanely gorgeous friend.
She's so naturally pretty, when she doesn't even try that hard.
She has pale skin with rosy cheeks which could be the result of her constant high adrenaline, physical activities.
I have never seen her with a full face of makeup on except lipgloss and sometimes lipstick that adds color to her full, plump lips and that's it, she could walk the runaway if she wanted to.
She has the height for it standing at 5 '11 feet tall and she has a lean body with some defined muscles here and there, a little skinny, actually a lot more skinnier than you would think since she's a foodie and you'll find her munching on something all the time and yet never gains fat and to top it all off a perfect hourglass body.
She has black hair and dark green eyes that look light green in the sun with flecks of blue and brown and black and some other colors in them, she has so many colors in her eyes and yet they always look dull and bored and like she can't seem to care about anyone or anything.
She's also smart and strong and independent, even though she's younger than me by a year.
Well I wish I was like her or even half as good as she is in anything,
I'm not jealous though, I might envy her just a little bit sometimes.
But I love her so much, I only wish her the best and that she loves me too.
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She stares at me, like just blankly stares right into me.
Sometimes it feels like she knows everything about me just by looking at me while I don't know anything about her.
"Why are you staring?"
"You look like someone lightly punched you in the face, it's amusing" she says with a light grin that fades as soon as you think you've seen it.
When she says stuff like this, I don't envy her any more, I'm rather scared now.
I quickly check in the dashboard mirror and my face did look all puffy and there was an almost-turning-purple bruise on my forehead and it was swollen, my eyes were red like I was crying for hours.
Did I fall asleep and hurt myself, but I don't remember falling asleep.
"Were you sleeping?" she asks and then I realize, one thing about me is when I fall into deep sleep, I often get myself hurt, I don't know how that works because I don't even remember falling asleep.
"Oh" I say out loud after realizing
"Oh?" she says
"Yea I guess I did fall asleep again, sorry"
"Sorry for what, besides you don't remember falling asleep do you?"
"N-no" I say looking away.
"It's okay, but how do you get hurt to the point it bruises up like that?" she grins looking at my forehead.
"Hey are you laughing at me right now?"
"Yea, it's funny, you're funny"
"I must have hit my head on the side bar when I fell asleep unconsciously"
"Well let's get you home" she says and she gets off the car and walls to my side opening the door.
I get off and the cold night air hits me, the chill makes my teeth shiver and I quickly run to the other side getting on.
Delilah gets on the other side and starts the car. That's when I realize she's wearing sports shorts that come till her knees and a large hoodie, the only thing keeping her warm probably.
"Are your legs not cold?"
"Nope"
"But..." my words die when she suddenly hits the accelerator and we're off, my back glued to my seat due to the power of the acceleration.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to let her pick me up.