Fandom: Original Story .
Characters: Delilah , Asad.
Words: 753.
Notes: Vignette independent long history. Located in adolescence.
Delilah
was thirteen. Thirteen, and was a Sunday afternoon, lazy, and there was a boy's room, filled with smoke, and a boy, with blond hair and brown eyes, who was not looking. She, at this point, that does not care. She was concentrating on being on top of it and staying with the shirt on, because she felt self-conscious of her breasts almost non-existent and did not want him to see. Background chorus sounded a blue and dye pop song Delilah when she lost her virginity. I was thirteen.
In her mind, she knew it was unlikely that Assad would remain a virgin at seventeen. But to him, watching him when he spoke to his girlfriend Felhina-hair or touched her lips kissed her, wanted to believe that they had reached over to the blonde, it was his brother, was responsible, good-natured and thoughtless of Asad, and could not have slept with that girl, not yet. "I'm not ready for that," she said to herself, but her words did not have any sense.
But then it happened. Saturday morning was full of light, the weather was fine and Felhina had appeared at the door with a math book and a good girl smile on his round face. His father was away on a business trip and his mother was doing pilates in the garden with friends and relaxing music. Delilah was bored so I made lemonade. He filled two glasses and went upstairs to the room of his brother. He did not call because he thought it did not matter much to interrupt his boring arithmetic problems.
So the saw. They were naked, him on top of it. Dropped his glasses down and abruptly closed the door, hands in the mouth and feeling that his face warmed by the second. He was blushing a second, maybe third time in his life. Asad heard noises in dressing and then, when she saw him open the door and out into the hall, he knew that he was going to throw the fight. I was so nervous that he was unable either to say "sorry."
-Delilah, by God.
were both standing, facing each other, and Delilah could not hand off your mouth and stop thinking about him, completely ignoring the girl who was in the bedroom and that surely would feel a thousand times more embarrassed than she.
"You could knock on the door, you know? I say to another ... "coughed nervously. Damn, why did not you call?
"Oh, Asad.
wanted to take several steps back and get lost in the wall. I wanted to stop looking at her lips, neck, shoulders of his brother, and the beating of his heart were a little slower. Mourn wanted to vent.
"If you look like a baby, Delilah, who will come without warning occurs when I'm on my room with my girlfriend? Might have expected an intrusion and our parents, who always wants to know everything. But you ... just you, Delilah, who lost her virginity at thirteen, and she did not know if it was his intention, but his ears rang with contempt.
"He brought lemonade. Seriously. The ... "finally brought his hands from his mouth and dropped to his sides, helpless. I was not spying or anything like that. I can not believe you think that ...
The situation was too violent. Maybe that's why, by nerves, he burst into tears. He looked stunned, not knowing quite what to do next. It was assumed that she was not the victim, but still did. Delilah was so disconcerting that, when Asad was a second step forward, she shook her head, turned and started down the stairs.
Once he heard the door slam, she knew that Delilah was gone, you know where to find out why. She always ran away from life, that was a fact. One year after the model went to California, and Asad never knew that a small part of it, unconscious, fleeing silenced emotions that had flooded that afternoon.
For now he, ignorant of all, he turned and went back into the room, forgetting to realize the broken glass, lemonade and, as if it were part of a package, also Delilah .
