Dehlilah's Story

Dehlilah wanted to give a quick hug to Phillip but his bitchy girlfriend was there so she just gave him a quick wink. Then she just dragged her bags to the stairs. She then ran outside and saw kate with some hot guy, Damien maybe?
" Kate" she said beaming, she and Kate had been best friends since elementary school. When Kate stuck up for her against a group of bullies. She always looked up to her, it was hard not to. She also saw Damien and paused then winked at Kate " conspicuously." She then saw Rosie "Rose!" she exclaimed "Oh my god. " Dehlilah smiled at her, beautiful rose, as she liked to call her. Rose was also her friend but rose could be manipulative and that scared her a bit. But how could you hate her with that accent.

Delilah saw Kate run away from phillip. She walked up to him, "Phillip don't you think you were a bit" she paused thinking of a word that wouldn't anger him even more. "Harsh?"
She had to admit Damien had a pretty bad rep but so did Phillip. And she, kate, and rose still stuck by his side. Even when he starting dating a gold digging bitch they still stood by him.
She smiled " Plus when you think about it you may hate Kate liking Damien but we ALL hate you dating Tina and we put up with her for you. So why can't you give him a chance?"
She laughed and tilted her head back, making her long blonde hair rest on her lower butt. "god I need a drink"

Rosie sighed and skipped to the back porch, songbook in hand as well as a ball point pen and her creative mind. The blond haired girl plopped down on a bench outside, and kicked her feet up on the matching wooden table. A warm summer breeze blew by, tossing her hair in her blue eyes, and Rosie pushed it away, her spirits high. Honestly, she could care less what people thought about her right now, not saying high to everyone, but just isolating herself for a bit, so she could calm down from her excitement. A slow rumble clouded her thoughts and she bent over to peek through the wooden beams at the driveway, seeing another car pull in. At least she wasn't the only one late. She grunted, seeing as she wouldn't be able to settle down yet, and bounced to her feet and scampered into the cabin. She saw Delilah and Rosemary smiled, giving a little wave of hello, and then saw Kate having a little... trouble, and decided to stay out of it.

Setting her mind on unpacking, Rosie headed out to her little truck, and stood on her tiptoes to reach into the back, and grab her duffel bag, and a little portable keyboard, and a few books. She struggled to carry the load, tucking the keyboard under her right arm, and swung the strap of her bag over the same one, while holding the box with her left arm. Meanwhile, her sleeve slipped over her shoulder, and her hair got in her face She was strong, but the size of the objects were pretty big. At l east she got a room to herself.... hopefully. Rosemary mumbled some words under her breath and bounced to shift the position of the box and duffel bag in her arms. Her silver flip flops smacked the ground below her as she walked into the cabin. She heard another car round the corner and craned her neck around to see who it was. Another person got out of the car, and she realized it was Kris. Of course, ehr hands were full, so she couldn't wave, but she managed a friendly and welcoming smile and called over. "Hey Kris!" before a filled up songbook slipped from the box and she groaned, bending her knees slowly, to lower herself down, and her fingers scrabbled for the book, trying not to drop all of her belongings.

To mention, Rosie was wearing some old denim shorts, a cute tank top, and silver flip flops. Her blond but brownish underneath hair was down in it's usual beachy wavy style and her trademark, red flower, was tucked in her hair. Rosemary never wore a whole lot of make up, just a little mascara and eyeliner to make her blue yes pop, and every now and then, concealer to hide blemishes or spots. Usually, that didn't happen. Her tanned skin was usually, virtually flawless.

Then, she heard the sound of fists hitting people and she dropped her stuff. This was not going to happen on her watch. Then, she saw the little fight going on... well... not so little. It was between who she recognized, Damien, and Phillipe. She groaned and left her stuff on the driveway by her truck before stomping over. The summer was supposed to be fun.... not a drama fest.
"Hey! Knock it off! I may not know what is going on, but fighting is never the way to handle things!" she yelled, her small size allowing her to squeeze between the two guys and shove them away from each other by slamming her small but mighty hands against their chests. Usually, people were surprised by her. She was usually the one starting fights, helping people fight, or breaking them up... one way or the other. When Rosie yelled, authority rang in her voice, and her blue eyes hard.

"Everybody chill, and think things through!" she growled. "Honestly, since when was pounding people into a pulp ever solving life's troubles? Hm? Talk it out instead of fighting it out." she said and looked from one boy to the other, crossing her arms stubbornly, not moving in case they decided to go at it again. Now will somebody please tell me what is going on...? she thought mentally to herself.

Delilah watched as Phillip left with Tina. As Sharp pain twisted in her stomach. A sharp pain she knew too well. Jealousy and rejection. She walked in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of schoth and took a sip straight from the bottle.
"Well damn might as well make my own party." she grumbled heading up to one of the bedrooms with her suitcase. Besides she wanted to go swimming anyway. She sulked in her room and.threw on her favorite bikini. It was a pin up style tie front, bikini that was a pale blue color and looked amazing on her tan skin. then she threw on the bottoms which were tie at the wits and the same color. And a pair of white destroyed denim short shorts. And slipped on a pair of flip flops on her way out.

Everyone loved Kate. It was annoying as fuck seeing Avery fricking guy fall head over heels for her. Kate, Kate, kate, Kate. She wished they all would shut the hell up. It didn't help that Phillip, the only guy in the whole school, maybe the whole state, that she liked. And who does he like? Kate. She slammed her door and went down to the pool not giving a damn who saw her schoth and all. She never had a high tolerance for alcohol but who cares? She had a high tolerance for hangovers anyway.