the body swap

ten: it's not my fault

Delilah's POV//

Once we reached Beau's former house, I could tell he looked a little upset that he wasn't 'himself' anymore, we knew the lady done that spell but she was coming next month. He looked up at me, giving me a crooked smile then looking towards the ground - pacing towards the door as I followed him behind.

His mother came in, giving me a hug. She gave Beau a little smile, gesturing him to come in. Beau gave a fake, crooked smile - I could tell he was upset, I'm sure he misses his old home just as much as I miss mine. As I was in the middle of daydream, Beau's little brother - Sean zoomed past us.

"Move out the way suckers, I got a football competition to get too," he cheered, I was happy for him.

"Good luck bro," Beau replied, then covered his mouth. Sean raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged it off, his dad walked past us.

"He'll be as good as you one day B-dog," his dad said, proud of them both. I could see Beau cringing at the phrase 'B-dog', letting out a little giggle.

"Thanks...dad," I lightly smiled. They both walked out of the door, getting into their BMW. We headed into up into Beau's room, I lightly jogged up as Beau ran up - slamming the door open as he saw his room.

"Boy I miss this place," he said, glancing at his room. He walked over to his trophies, his fingertips pressed against them softly. I could tell how much his sports career meant to him and I could be the one messing it all up, I stared down towards the floor as his eyes gazed upon me. I felt bad, what if I don't do his sports GCSE right? I bite my lip, running into the bathroom; locking myself in.

"Delilah?" I hear Beau whisper softly, "Where are you?" He adds. My eyes are filled with tears, I could tell how mad he's seen me at football - not doing great at all. I rub my eyes, gasping for air as I keep sobbing. I hear footsteps towards the door, Beau obviously trying to get in.

"Listen Del, I know that you aren't good in football - it's not my fault. I've got other plans for my futue like Psychology and...stuff. You don't have to be upset about it, you're a strong person." Beau speaks up, wow I've never heard my voice that confident before.

"Y-you really think so?" I stutter, rubbing my eyes.

"Well of course and I don't want to see you or myself cry." He replies, I can sense him smiling.
I get up, unlocking the door. Beau beams and hugs me tight in shock as I fall onto the floor. He giggles, a grin appears on hsi face - ear to ear.

"Just tell me if you need any help for football." He beams.

"Right now would be good." I say, smirking a bit. Beau nods, pulling myself up. We head into the garden, Beau getting his so-called 'lucky ball'. Beau's mother comes outside, looking at me in concern.

"Have you been c-crying Beau?!" She asks in shock. I frown, shaking my head. I'm really bad at lying, thank god I never miss homework.

"Are you sure because your eye-" She replies but Beau comes to defend myself.

"Mu-I mean Mrs Sterling, he was helping me with a Drama routine." He says, lightly smiling.

"Ooh, Beau doing Drama? Good thing and please, call me Polly." His mother says, grinning then walking away.

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After half an hour, I learnt new tricks but I'm still bad at football. I get a drink, Beau leaning on the fridge. As he watches me, smirking.

"You're good at football but you know - you always think low of yourself. Be confident bro." He states. I nod politely, too puffed-out to say anything. I sit down, Beau sitting directly towards me. I look into his (my) eyes, I being to wonder if I like Beau. I had a crush on him in Year 3 but I found out he was really c-ocky so I didn't bother but now, he's matured and little bit more polite.

"Can I tell you something Del?" He asks, snapping me out of my trans.