"So, your real name is..." I laugh clutching my stomach trying to calm down for air.

" Don't start! What's your address?" She groans. I tell it to her and fold my arms turning to face her. I'm never gonna drop this.

"Your real name is Delilah," I cheese teasingly. She flinches at the name and swallow a lump caught in her throat. She quickly glances at me infuriated and then back at the rode. She doesn't say anything so I push further.

"And you have a super hot model boyfriend. Is there anything else I need to know, Delilah?" She turns toward me again and growls.

"I told you don't fucking start, do you listen?" She groans angry, annoyed and a hint of embarrassed. Who would've knew her name is Delilah, I just thought her parents didn't love her and named her Deck. Okay, that was a kind of rude thought, I take it back.

"Oh, but I have to start. Do tell!" I jump enthusiastically in my seat. Finally I get to make her feel uncomfortable and taunt her. If I must say so, it feels good.

"You aren't going to drop it. My name is Delilah, but I changed it a year ago because I hated it, and Mason was my fucking boyfriend years ago. He was just a one time experience," She murmurs the last sentence embarrassingly, I gasp.

"H-he was your first!" I yell shockingly. She growls real loudly and shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

"This is not fucking tea time nor braid each others fucking hair and tell our deepest darkest secrets!"

"I can't help it, this is very intriguing!" I simply state. I am not getting over this.

"Drop it!" She groans angrily.

"Whatever! So what's the deal with Ky kicking that Sean's ass?" She raises an eyebrow as she stops in front of my home.

"You don't know do you?" She questions amused. I stare at her confused. That grin that plasters her face.

"Well that's the point in me asking you, for information." She chuckles turning off her car and getting out. Wait why is she getting out?

"Why are you getting out?" She pauses for a second, ignores me and continues to her trunk pulling out the groceries.

"For our slumber party!" She smirks mischievously. Wait what? I didn't agree to a slumber party and if I did have a slumber party she sure as hell wouldn't be invited!

"Mind helping with the bags due to me NOT being an octopus," she continues toward my home. I stand there puzzled. Did Deck really just invite herself into my home for a slumber party? Who does that?

"S-slumber party? I never arranged this," I stammer angrily.

"Yeah well you may need company after what you went through tonight, and what asshole do you know to help cheer you up?" Uh Mari, who is not here right now.

"Netflix?" I question hoping I'm right and she's just kidding.

"Wrong answer sport. Grab those bags will ya." Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? I hold the paperbag in my left hand and I quietly open the door with my other revealing Nyla, Joe's babysitter, asleep on the sofa. She jumps as Deck slams the door carelessly.

"Oh man, you scared me! But you're home! Uh Joe's upstairs cleaning/watching TV," She chuckles softly.

"Any trouble?" I question, knowing Joe and her evil ways, but she never gives her any trouble so I'm good.

"Uh hm?" Deck clears her throat. I stare at her rather confused, she raises her eyebrows pointing toward Nyla. She continues this motion as I stare dumbly at her. What?

Oh, she's trying to flirt.

"Nyla this is uh Deck, well..."

"I'm her girlfriends sister," she smirks charmingly. I scoff rolling my eyes. Nyla eyes widen shockingly.

"Chill Deck!" I groan. She doesn't really pay attention to me, rather her eyes are set on Nyla and her boyish style.

Nyla's 18, it's her last year of high school. She has a job at a salon or some sort, and she watches Joe from time to time. She volunteers a lot at events around and shes just a down to earth girl.

"Nice to meet you Nyla. How come I never see your beautiful face roaming the town?" Deck flirts as she pushes her hair back seductively. Nyla blushes at Deck attempt. She pulls on her jacket and swiftly pulls her thick curly ash brown hair from her hoodie.

"Uh I don't come out much anymore. Every since I started this whole searching for colleges thing, I barely have time, and I am rambling to a complete stranger. I am so sorry."

"It's alright, kinda like it. How about you talk more at a dinner and movie and I watch fascinated?" That makes Nyla blush even harder. I gag and interrupt whatever is going on. Didn't really know Nyla was-ya know.

"Yeah, sure, I'll love that," she blushes even more. Her caramel skin glowing.

"Well I better pay you," I interrupt the intimate tension reaching for my wallet. Deck shoves me. I look up at her angry and ready to punch her.

"Hey, can you put the groceries away?" Deck announces throwing me a look. I question her and soon understand her "plan". She walks Nyla to the door and continue her flirting.

They exchange numbers and Deck hands her a hundred dollar bill. Deck smiles cheekily as she closes the door after Nyla.

"She likes you," I smile at her.

"I know, who wouldn't." She ruins the moment with her cocky ways in just a matter of seconds.

"Really? Can you and your sister get anymore alike." They're personalities are basically the same people.

"Hey! Don't compare me to that jerk! Plus I look way better." I scoff secretly but I guess she heard me because she laughs.

"Why the scoff?" She questions while raising an eyebrow.

That mouth of yours just can't be tamed, can it?

"No scoff, just a disagreement," I simply say putting away her multiple selections of ice cream.

"So what you're saying is Ky looks better?" She grins. I turn around to get more thing's, but she's right behind me. I jump frightened and she smirks.

"I don't really know, nor care," I state nervously at the close encounter. Why am I the one that's always trapped or cornered against something.

"Yeah you do, or that sound wouldn't left your mouth." I try to move out of the corners space but can't.

"Just admit it I look better and kiss better." Wait kiss? I've never...Her lips lock with mine as I wrap myself in thoughts. Her lips are so soft and warming. They're inviting and compelling, but they are not Ky's. I quickly pull away making a huge gap between us. She ruffles her curly blonde/bleached locks as I quickly wipe my lips.

"You're home, finally!" Joe groans entering the kitchen. She eyes me then looks over at Deck. She raises her eyebrow at her; skeptical about her figure.

"Who are you?" Joe question's. I groan, have I not taught her manners?

"I'm Deck? Who are you?" Deck grins having a stare down with Joe.

"I'm Joe, Jay's little sister, nice to meet you." There we go, manners secured.

"Well Joe do you want to watch movies and make smores and get candy wasted?" Joe eyes widen.

"Why are you being so nice? We just met a second ago." Joe raises her eyebrows skeptical. I burst into laughter as she still eyes Deck mysteriously.

"I'm trying to impress your sister and earn credit for not being a shitty asshole." Deck grins looking up at me. I'm still kinda confused on that kiss, so its gonna take me a minute.

"What about Ky?" Joe questions worried. I look at Deck who smiles.

"Yeah, what about Ky?" Deck questions. I bite my lip nervously.

"Hey Joe, uh why don't you go and get Netflix setup." She nods and runs off.

"Are you serious?" I panic annoyed. She doesn't even look at me, but she looks more at her phone.

"Damn tabloids! We are not dating again! How the fuck did they find me!" She groans annoyed.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"A reporter caught us in Costco's and now it's everywhere, stating that Mason caught me cheating with you. I'm not even in a fucking relationship with Mason, we broke up years ago."

"Or me! We're not in a relationship!"

" Well tell that to..." She scrolls down looking at the reporter who wrote the rumor.

"Elliot Wilyder."

"Oh yeah, does it state his number while your at it!" I speak sarcastically eyeing her. I need a break from the Gurey's.

"It's actually a she." She adds pointlessly. I glare at her.

"Who gives a fuck!" I growl.

"Hey can you heat up the marshmallows?" She ignores the huge problem in the room. The world now thinks we're in love, but I really like her sister.

Is that mad? Yeah this whole thing is kind of weird and I'm pretty sure Ky knows this now. Because my phone vibrates and it's a text from her.

"Ky made you drive me home?" I question. I thought she did it out the kindness in her heart, yeah fuck no.

"Yeah, I didn't do it for fun. I was suppose to be at a really important meeting." She groans stuffing gummy worms into her mouth.

"Aren't you not suppose to eat stuff like this?" I pick up the sour patches and watermelon slices pointing at the rest of the candy.

"Ugh! I eat what the fuck I want. You sound like my manager." Yeah, and she's a model.

"Oh, and how do you know Ky made me take you home?" She questions curiously.

"Never mind that." I murmur. I pull out my phone.

Don't write that. You'll regret it later.

My mind persuades, yet I don't listen. I quickly hit send and toss my phone on the countertop.

FUCK KY GUREY.