*Delilah's P.O.V*

I know it's been Delilah's point of view for some time now Haha- but it switches back to Stevens in this chapter. Hopefully you aren't angry about not getting to know what's going on in Stevens head! Haha. But come on, we alllll know whats on his mind XD.
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     I slept soundly, and rather comfortable.

Shifting a bit, bits of daylight filled my room.

The clock read 8:17 a.m. I sighed and groaned tiredly.

I felt a hand brush the hair from my eyes.

My heart practically skipped a beat.

Forcing myself to breath in and out calmly, I slowly peeled back the covers just a bit-

Steven laid on my left beside me, against the wall as my bed had been- he rested his cheek against his palm as he proper his elbow up.

Smiling softly he drummed his fingertips of his right hand against my mattress. "Good Morning, Beautiful."

I sat up and rested against the head board, scooting away from him just a bit.

I didn't exactly want to be in bed with him again-

"How did you sleep?" He smiled that stupid smile I loved, tilting his head to rest comfortable against his palm.

"Fine-.." I mumbled before sliding out of bed and taking a few steps away.

He frowned slightly and raised his brow "What?"

"You're in my bed."

"You were in mine first." He replied sassily.

I blushed furiously and looked away, catching sight of my bright red cheeks in the mirror.

He laughed lightly and climbed out after me.

I shut my eyes and groaned in annoyance seeing he wore his stupid boxers that I loved seeing him in.

Stretching his figure out, he ran a hand through his hair and stood beside me in the full length mirror.

I followed his gaze, looking at the both of us in the mirror.

My hair was a mess, I looked like I just woke up- funny how that works.

My Monkees tank top slipped off my shoulder a bit, and my pajama shorts hung loosely against my waist

I honestly liked seeing us together,
Standing side by side. It didn't matter if I didn't want to like it, my mind already swoons just thinking about him.

Steven on the other hand looked great for someone who had woken up not long ago.

He smiled a bit, and tilted his head "Wow." He mumbled.

I raised my brow and glanced towards him.

Chewing his lower lip, he ran a hand along his jaw "I look hot."

My chest fell in annoyance and I rolled my eyes "Oh grow up." I held back a laugh.

He ran his hand along abdomen and turned to the side looking at himself in the mirror.

Glancing down at himself he smoothed the fabric of his boxers and glanced back at the mirror "I never look this sexy."

I facepalmed and shook my head "Steven- stop being such a weirdo- and stop touching yourself in my room." I hissed before letting a small laugh slip.

He eyed me slightly and flashed a smirk- before looking back to the mirror.

He smiled widely and glanced behind us, snatching the polaroid camera on my desk.

Wrapping a hand around my waist, he brought my close and squeezed my side, causing me to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Knock it off!" I laughed and shoved at him.

He faced me, placing his hand on my back- pulling my closer.

Puckering his lips he laughed lightly and tried to kiss me.

I giggled as he continued to tickle me, shoving gently at his chest and turning my face towards the mirror- shutting my eyes as I laughed.

Letting go, he set the camera down and smiled as I slowly calmed myself.

I wiped slight tears from my eyes and took in a deep breath "Jerk." I laughed lowly.

"Gorgeous." He replied.

I rolled my eyes and laughed again.
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*Stevens P.O.V*

    Delilah had furiously (yet cutely) 'forced' me to throw the photos away.

I agreed and tossed them in the garbage can she kept by her desk.

Leaving the room, she switched the light off and headed downstairs.

Watching her go, I quickly snatched the photos and smiled looking at them in my hands- I craned my neck to see her finally downstairs.

Carefully, I shoved them into the side of my boxers- wincing as the sharp photos corners cut at my skin.

I patted my side before jogging downstairs after her.

Delilah was gathering papers together- busily rushing around the kitchen.

I leaned against the wall, my arm rested against the walls frame above my head.

Turning to walk in my direction- scribbling on paper- she looked up and paused abruptly, almost walking into me.

She looked my up and down and sighed shutting her eyes "Go put pants on...Steven."  She mumbled.

I raised my eyes and noticed the heat that creeped up to her cheeks.

I smirked and cleared my throat stretching a bit.

"Oh- gee. Wish I could- but I misplaced them!" I faked a sigh and snapped my fingers.

She started at me with a raised brow and her lip sneered a bit "Steven. Now." She sighed grumpily- looking away from me.

I laughed under my breath and leaned against the wall, watching her "Awe- you liked me this way last night."

Her attention snapped to me "I did not." She spoke quickly.

"Did too. I saw your face."

She blushed and mumbled to herself "So what."

I watched her carefully and kissed her cheek as I got the chance.

Her face turned beet red "Steven!" She snapped and looked to me with wide eyes.

"What!" I mimicked her tone.

She growled and looked away "Knock it off."

I stared with confusion and sighed "I don't get it- you liked me, slept with me, now you hate me, and want nothing to do with me-..." I raised my brows and crossed my arms.

She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. "Stop it."

"No. I wanna know what your deal is. I don't-" I furrowed my brows as I began to complain, being cut off by her outburst.

"I like you too okay!? What happened to us before, I didn't feel like it was real. I wasn't ready!! It was the heat of the moment okay?! I want to get to understand you- know you more Steven." She used her hands to explain as she yelled.

I remained quiet for a moment or two "I want a do-over." I mumbled, looking at the ground.

I could feel her eyes on me as she whispered "Me too."

Catching her gaze, I watched her for a moment or two.

I put my hand out to her, smiling sadly "Hi- I'm Steven. Steven Tallarico, soon to be Steven Tyler."

She tilted her head watching me, smiling softly. Taking my hand, she shook it firmly "Hi- I'm Delilah Faughster. It's Nice to meet you, Steven." She whispered.

Right then and there I took her in my arms and hugged her.

She was a bit hesitant at first, but slowly gave in- burying her face into my neck.

"We'll take things slow- okay? On your time." I rubbed her back and rested my mouth against her temple, speaking softly.

She nodded and breathed calmly.

I held her close. I really didn't want to pressure her into anything- I didn't want to loose her either.

But, I knew this wasn't going to last long. My addiction was getting stronger by the minute, my money  was dwindling very slowly- my mood changing every so often. My closet friends and her -Delilah- was all that I had. I didn't want to loose them now.

Not ever. But- I knew what was to come.