"Hey there Delilah..." It sings through the speakers. I feel like the boy trying to find Delilah but it's quite the opposite actually. I feel like Delilah was trying to find him, while he was trying to find Delilah. They probably went to search around New York City but never found each other. Might have passed by each other a couple of times, but never found each other. But I found my Delilah, or boy. His name is Dallon Weekes. I found him by accident. Me being me, I was clumsy. I ran into him and split his coffee. I mean I don't know how I didn't miss him. He is a six foot four giant who makes a 5;8 girl like me look short. But, I'm still glad I found my Delilah.
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I MADE THIS LAST YEAR AND FOUDN IT ON THE FLOOR RIP. ~Nelly_thefangirl
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My Short Stories
DiversosSo I didn't have a place to put these. They're not big enough to be a book, and they couldn't be imagines. So here they ended up!
