Helloooo! So. Let me just clarify the fact that I. HATE. DELILAH. I hate her COLOR, her EYES, her CHUBBY BELLY, her BLONDE BANGS, her CLAWS, her TEETH, her NARCISSISITY, her "MODEL EXPERIENCE", AND EVERY OTHER DANG THING ABOUT HER! *breathes heavily* Ok now that my tantrum is out of the way, I shall inform you that this fic is all about Vinnie hating Delilah as much as I do. ;)
He hated her. He hated everything about her. Everything.
Don't get me wrong, Vinnie thought she was an ok cat and all, but he hated that his best friend and long time crush made googley eyes and giggled whenever she came within 30 feet of him.
No, Sunil wasn't just his crush. He was his everything. His best friend, his motivation, his love. But Sunil didn't know that. So he went ahead developed a crush on Delilah, who he was currently swooning over.
Vinnie watched, green with envy, as Sunil giggled over something Delilah said.
"She thinks I am a duck! Hehehe..." Sunil fell on top of Vinnie, little hearts floating around him, his eyes dreamy.
Vinnie sighed. Why couldn't it be him? Why did that fat cat have to be the one to make hearts surround Sunil, and not him? Thoughts of jealousy dominated any of Vinnie's other thoughts. That was why he didn't pay much attention to what Delilah was saying, and he didn't even attempt to get the blue mongoose of of him.
That is, until he heard the now-familiar lovesick sigh coming from Sunil, followed by, "She is a riddle wrapped up in a mystery, inside of an inigma, floating on a sea of WHAT THE HECK!" Vinnie chuckled. Sunil was too adorable.
Now having the "strength" to move, Vinnie pryed the limp mongoose off of him, and tried to get him on his feet, only to plop back down.
Then "Miss fashionista" spoke once again, making Sunil swoon. Addressing Zoe, she said, "Well who else can I speak for? I can only speak for myself can't I?"
*Sunil sighs* "Confused again..." He said giddily.
Vinnie grew redder and redder by the minute. His cheeks flushing with anger. ...More like hatred for Delilah. While trying to keep Sunil standing upright, Vinnie thought about what it would be like if Sunil liked him better than Delilah.
"Lightheaded..." Sunil said, half fainting on Vinnie, jerking him out of his thoughts and frankly crushing him.
The next thing he knew, Vinnie, Sunil, and everyone else including Delilah, were on a scene that looked like the it was the IPFE.
Oh, yay... we get to hear the fat cat sing... whoop dee doo. Vinnie thought.
A little later in their little musical fantasy, Vinnie watched Sunil comeout of the dressing room with handsome Indian clothes on, walking zombie-like towards Delilah.
"I think I love you."
Vinnie could literally hear his poor little heart break into a thousand pieces. No one could deny it.
He hated her.
I don't even think anyone realizes that this writing pretty much just relieved my hatred. BUT I STILL HAGE DELILAH LIKE I HATE PEANUT BUTTER. Which is A LOT. If any of you readers (that I may have) hate Delilah, let me know. I can relate...