i'll still be around , delilah

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Here was the funny thing about Dallas; he didn’t like spending money. Yeah, that probably doesn’t make much sense. He was a successful photographer – oh yes, he was actually successful in something for a change, and that “something” didn’t bore him to death for the first five minutes of doing it – and that meant he made a lot of money, sure. But he wasn’t one to spend it. It just wasn’t a very Dallas thing to do… and if you knew him, that would actually make sense. But no one did, not really. Sure, he was probably the friendliest person on the face of the planet. Hell, he could sit next to a complete stranger and in a few minutes, they’d be talking animatedly like they’ve been friends for ages. And that was just Dallas for you; he personally went out of his way to make friends with people and somehow, for some reason even beyond him, it was easy for him to make conversation with anyone. Well okay, maybe one reason was because he just didn’t stop talking… at all. And when you were with someone as talkative as he was, who could probably talk about anything and everything in a matter of minutes, it would either be very easy for you to talk to him… or you know, just watch him talk nonstop. But no matter how talkative he was, it was a very different thing from actually knowing him. Because there were very few people who really knew him… and okay, maybe I was exaggerating. There was only one person in the world who really knew Dallas Wells and it was his best friend in the whole world, Delilah. They’ve been friends for as long as either of them could remember and they practically went through everything together. Dallas was pretty sure that he was with her the first time he got drunk … the thing was, he was the only one drunk and she basically had to clean up after him. Which was, of course, one of the million, billion, trillion reasons why he loved her… he really did; more than anything and anyone ever. And not just in this completely platonic kind of way… in that other way too… that other way that Dallas still refused to admit to himself sometimes.

Because relationships complicated things… good things. And the friendship he had with Delilah was a very good thing – an amazing thing, thank you very much – and the last thing he wanted was to complicate something that was already complicated enough by itself. It was bad enough that every time he saw her, he didn’t want her to leave… that he thought about her all the time… that he got insanely jealous whenever she was dating some douchebag that didn’t deserve her… that there were times he could have sworn they were having one of those cheesy, romantic moments Delilah loved in her lame romance movies, and all those other stuff he didn’t want to think about right now… but she just had to go off and confuse him too. He couldn’t really understand why she hated it so much when he flirted with her models, or slept around or basically drunkenly fucked anyone with a decent rack and a vagina. Okay, maybe she was just trying to be protective. That was normal, right? But there were times… times when she almost seemed… well, jealous. Really, really jealous. And God, Dallas just didn’t understand it. He had no idea if he was imagining things or if she actually was. And she had no reason to be jealous; he didn’t even bother knowing any of their names. It was a one-night thing and it didn’t mean anything. He thought she knew that. It was a pretty established thing about him.

Much like deciding to live in a slightly cramped apartment instead of one of those fancy ones that he could very much afford… that was definitely a Dallas thing. He knew he could probably get an apartment that was three times bigger than this, maybe even more… he just didn’t want to. The thing was, he was just used to living the way he had always lived before making it big. And he had better things to spend with his money… like… beer. And things like plastic vaginas disguised as flashlights from Amazon. And… stripper money. Whatever. The point was, he didn’t want some huge apartment he didn’t need. He was perfectly fine with cramming all his stuff in a tiny apartment and then living there. That, and the fact that despite this, Delilah had no problems with it. Reason number 8234781273487129542 why he loved her. And okay, maybe she complained about the mess sometimes and Dallas always refused her offer to clean up, but whatever. The fact that she still came over and watched movies with him, however lame and romantic they were, was a huge deal. Like right now. She had texted him that she was bored and she was inviting herself over, which meant that she would be here any moment. And no sooner did he hear a knock on the door, he quickly ran to the door, nearly tripping over a table and opened it, beaming widely at her.

Really, only she could make him smile that way.

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[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

this was kind of excruciatingly painful for delilah. delilah couldn't lie, really. she was blunt. she told everyone exactly what she was thinking, or feeling...and so keeping something this fucking huge a secret made her want to...just blurt it out half the time. and so it was actually a lot easier for her just to deny it, even to herself. it being the fact that she was pretty sure she had feelings for her best friend...she really didn't fucking know. it wasn't like the rest of her boyfriends or anything. it was...different. better. with them it was way more simple, which was probably why it always ended so quickly. with she and dallas it hadn't even started and it was already confusing the hell out of her. and she was pretty sure it was never going to start, for a few good reasons. one being that she was refusing to admit it, even to herself. two being that dallas refused to admit that he wanted her. and she was pretty sure he really just didn't want her. who could blame him? he'd seen her go through all her awkward phases...before she'd started dying her hair, when she'd had it the horrible blonde color. and her braces. and her glasses. and while she was pretty sure she could make him want her, she really wasn't desperate enough. yet. okay maybe kind of. because she did seem to enjoy seeing him get pissed off whenever she mentioned jack black. which was probably why she did it so fucking much...that and the fact that she had a rather childish crush on the guy, even though he was like, forty or something along those lines. and even though he refused to text her back. dick head. but that didn't even really matter.

at this point in time she was just trying to go on like nothing was going on. like she didn't want to brutally shank every one of her models that dallas even looked at. which made work rather awkward. and fine, she made it pretty well known that she didn't like him sleeping with her models...first of all it was just unprofessional. half of them were barely even legal. and of course, set aside the fact that it made her alarmingly jealous. she didn’t mind so much when he was going out and fucking random girls on the side of the street - it had always been like that. but when he went and fucked people she had to see the next day at work, and all they talked about was paco...well, it just pissed her off. and when delilah was pissed off she couldn’t exactly keep it a secret. actually, the fact that it pissed her off was probably what made her realize that she actually had feelings for the guy. or maybe she had since forever, she didn’t even know. they’d met when she was way too young to know anything about relationships...it just seemed odd to think about him in those terms. only...not really. at the same time it seemed completely normal. like they already were in one, sometimes. like the fact that she always seemed to be just randomly inviting herself over his house...sometimes just to hang out. and sometimes she’d actually invite herself to sleep over. which really wasn’t that weird, they’d kind of been having sleepovers since they were kids. it wasn’t like she had an overprotective dad who gave a fuck if she had sleepovers with boys or anything. and it wasn’t like they did anything...even though, yeah, she kind of wanted to sometimes. but she’d never admit that. to anyone. she was delilah, the queen of classy, she only slept with guys she was dating.

but it was perfectly normal for her to invite herself. she was bored. diana, her female counterpart, was off doing some photoshoot or another. and she didn’t have work...and she was positive dallas had nothing to do anyway, unless he was off getting drunk or something. either way she didn’t even wait for him to reply to her text before she drove over to his apartment, having been there a million times. it was small, unlike her large, spacey, completely clean one. with all bare white walls and matching carpets. and it was cramped and not clean enough, but he never let her clean. fine, sometimes if he passed out drunk and she was there she’d clean up a bit...he didn’t even really seem to notice. she really was just like a mom. and while she complained about how tiny it was when he first got it, saying he should get something bigger...well, now she kind of loved it. it was like her second home. and she was feeling some serious deja vu as she walked up to the door and knocked on it - because she’d done it a million times before. and wasn’t even surprised when he opened it, after hearing some banging that meant he almost tripped over the table (which she’d witnessed him do a million times), and had his usual slightly creepy but completely adorable smile on his face. god, she loved him. “stop smiling like a pedobear and let me in.” she said, rolling her eyes and teasingly poking him in the stomach, before just pushing her way past him, her eyes sweeping over the room. which wasn’t as messy as it had been in the past, but she still wrinkled her nose. “can’t you hire a maid or something? or just let me clean up?” she said, with a bit of a sigh, crossing her arms over her tiny frame. even though she didn’t really mind the mess. she was used to it.

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

To be honest, Dallas hated this. He really, really hated this whole… pretending-he-had-no-feelings-for-his-best-friend-when-he-actually-loved-her-more-than-anything-in-the-world thing he had going on lately… or maybe it was ever since. He really had no clue. When they first met, he was barely into puberty and back then, girls were just… girls. And Delilah was something else entirely already. Like, every other boy his age ran away from girls, but his best friend was one and he spent practically every waking moment with her. And because they were kind of attached at the hip, he had seen her go through everything; puberty, that really awkward phase of hers, everything, really. And nothing changed. You’d think he’d be weirded out, that maybe he’d consider having guys as his best friend instead, but he wasn’t. Instead, they just grew closer and he loved her even more… in this completely platonic and kind of adorable way. And when the time finally came that well… he saw girls differently, it just... happened. He didn’t even know how it happened. She didn’t even look the way she did now… all… ridiculously hot and shit. She still had that awkward blond hair and the even more awkward glasses and braces combo, but for some reason beyond him, he just… felt differently. It probably wasn’t love or anything like that… he wouldn’t even know. The closest thing Dallas ever got to love beyond something platonic was love for beer... and maybe nachos. And now… he just didn’t know. And at first, he thought nothing changed… that maybe he just liked her a bit more. That was still okay, right? So he was probably a lot more protective, a lot more caring, a lot sweeter… a lot… he didn’t know. But it was okay, because he was just being nice and it was a nice thing to do at the time. And it was just a never-ending cycle of confusion from there for him. Sometimes, he wished it could just go away, like he could turn it off like a light switch or some shit. He hated lying in general and he hated lying to her most of all. And he didn’t like it one bit whenever she “confronted” him about wanting her, or loving her in a more than friendly way and all he could do was lie and say no. Or maybe he was telling the truth… he had no idea, to be honest. In his defense, how was he supposed to be honest with her when he didn’t even know what the hell he was feeling for her? Much less actually admit it to himself once in awhile?

Because yeah okay, every time the thought came up, he was always quick to push it to the far back of his mind, like he had always done for years now. And really, how pathetic was he? To be harboring feelings he couldn’t understand for his best friend for years now... it sounded just like one of her lame romance movies that he always fell asleep to. And the worst part was, he just didn’t know what to do with it…. with anything, really. Dallas wasn’t one to be quiet about anything. He was pretty sure that if anyone was dumb enough to tell him a secret, he’d probably go and tell it to someone five minutes after. And it was a lot of work trying to keep himself from blurting it out to her… and okay, maybe he already had… accidentally. But it didn’t even count because half the time, she took it as a joke. The other half, she thought he was just being weird. Sometimes he wished she would just sort of realize it so he didn’t have to hide this anymore… but then again, he’d lose everything he had with her. He knew how things like this usually went; they’d have some form of a relationship, one of them would screw up horribly, they’d break up and try being friends after but it would never be the same. And that was just the last thing he wanted. He would rather stay best friends with her and try to keep this a secret for the rest of his life than lose everything with her. He couldn’t imagine a life without Delilah. She had been there for as long as he could remember and if she wouldn’t be anymore… God, he really had no idea what he’d do. She was the only one who kept him… sane, really. When he was with her, he didn’t automatically lose interest in five minutes. And he didn’t exactly know how, but she was always there when he got drunk. Somehow, whenever he woke up, she was just magically there, ready to take care of him.

And okay, he didn’t really like the fact that she was always cleaning up after him, always making sure he was okay, always making sure he took his medications at the right time every day… and even nagging him to buy a new shirt, or tie his shoelaces properly. It was nice to know that someone cared about him as much as she did, but at the same time, he didn’t like it. He was just really independent and he had kind of had this weird complex that he didn’t like anyone doing anything for him. But really, no matter how many times he told her not to, no matter how many times he said she didn’t need to, she always did anyway. And Dallas knew she wasn’t doing it out of obligation; she was doing all of it because she really wanted to. He was secretly happy that he was most probably the only person in the world who saw this side of her, even though he’d never admit this aloud. Ha. He couldn’t help but put an arm around her shoulders as she surveyed his room. He frowned at her comment about his room. “It’s not that bad, okay? And I have better things to spend with my money than a maid… unless she’s hot,” he mumbled, before giving her a kiss on the top of her head. Because he can. And this was no big deal, right? It was just a kiss on top of her head… he had done this a million times before. But it never felt this way… God, this was really confusing right now. He pulled her to the couch, grinning at her a bit. “What are you doing here, though? I thought you’d come over tomorrow.”

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[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

this entire situation was probably getting out of hand. for as long as she could remember they'd been like this. spending all of their time together...they definitely weren't your average friends. it had actually gotten the point where people who didn't even know them assumed they were dating...and people who did know them told them that they should be. of course she could understand why they would think they were - she probably would too. but it was still pretty fucking annoying. and at the same time it had it's benefits. like when gabe was flirting with her models, and the other people she worked with would stare dad dallas because they thought he was cheating on her. and in a really, really weird and creepy way that she liked to keep up in her head...she sometimes felt like he was cheating on her too. and yes, it was really weird. they weren't together at all. despite what some people thought. but truthfully she forgot that sometimes...sometimes being whenever they were hanging out, and it was just the two of them...and he'd kiss her on the top of the head, or put his arm around her, or hug her. or when they'd just watch movies...and he'd fall asleep because he was an asshole who couldn't respect the classics. and really, with any other guy this all would have been a sign or something. she would have made some huge plan and blah blah blah. with dallas it was just...the way things were. it didn't mean anything. it was just...natural for them to be like this. which really should have been the biggest sign on earth, but delilah was probably kind of blind to such things...or maybe only when it came to dallas, because she been in enough failed relationships to know guys inside and out. guys except for dallas, of course...he was special.

and he was special. maybe he didn't seem it to people who didn't know him well. he just seemed like another guy. he was overly loud, kind of obnoxious, but a total sweetheart most of the time...and yes, he drank a lot, and yes, he fucked a lot. but that was normal with people these days. but delilah had known him long enough to know everything about him, every part of him...and she'd never really met another guy like him. and delilah had met plenty of guys in her life, really. and fine, she was always kind of secretly hoping she'd meet another dallas...one she hadn't known pretty much her entire life. or one that didn't whore around. or one that didn't see her as just a friend...or any of the other millions of things that were in her way of being with him. and fine, being with dallas...the thought had definitely weirded her out the first of the million times it popped into her head. she couldn't even remember how long ago it was. roughly two years ago, she was pretty sure. see? she hadn't had feelings for him that long...or at least she hadn't admitted it to herself. she went through her school years never even giving him a second glance, just always having him there...which was the way things were meant to be. and then delilah had been at one of her first shoots, and dallas was taking the picture...and before that, yeah, she'd seen him flirting with girls when he was drunk. but it really just kind of hit her. a huge wave of jealousy. and she just wanted to rip off the head of the blonde he seemed so interested in...and well, it all kind of only got worse from there. she'd always been protective of him. always cleaned up after him and told him he should stop sleeping around...but there was a difference between being over protective, and being jealous. and she was pretty sure that even dallas could tell recently.

like showing up at his house randomly like this. okay fine. it wasn't that weird...but still. fuck she was pathetic. she couldn't even go a day without seeing the guy. it was probably pretty sickening. but not entirely her fault. she always felt...happier when she was around him. no one else could make her smile the way he could...even her other friends. still, the smile on her face disappeared at the mention of a hot maid. that was the last thing she needed...another girl to worry about. she shouldn't have even been worrying. she was entirely too clingy...it was probably an issue. she was still hoping it, along with the stupid feelings would just go away. so of course instead of pressing the issue of a maid, or even his messy apartment she just rolled her eyes in a sour way and dropped the subject completely. it seemed like a better option than freaking out and calling him a whore. she'd been doing that enough lately anyhow. but of course the slightly sour look on her face was immediately replaced with an easy smile the moment she felt his lips on the top of her head...it was a simple gesture. he'd only done it a million times during their friendship. but of course she liked it...just like she liked his arm around her shoulder. and how happy he seemed to see her...and holy fuck she was in way over her head. allowing herself to be dragged to the couch (not that she had much of a choice), she let out a bit of a laugh, her lips forming into a bit of a pout. "what, am i not allowed to visit my best friend?" but her voice was teasing, and she was smiling again. "I just missed you really. did you not miss me? i didn't even get my epic bff hug yet." epic bff hugs were their thing...because they were both epic and gave the best hugs, of course. even though she'd never admit that lately...she'd enjoyed their little hugs probably more than she should. holy fuck, there was obviously something seriously wrong with her brain. but it didn't stop her from moving closer to him on the couch and wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.


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( tags ) dallas wells
( notes ) SO QT <3 <3 <3

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