Rain hit the window of Bailey Rogers' bedroom on a cold Saturday in November, and she glanced over at it with dispair. This was pure torture. Being trapped inside her family's penthouse apartment with no one but her twin brother Fox for entertainment? God, how fun. Not. Glaring down at her Blackberry, which was perched in her lap, she let out a loud sigh, then picked her phone up. In seconds a text message was written out: 'Come over now, or I'll kill myself. :]' If that didn't get Delilah Catastrophe's attention, she didn't know what would.
Less than a minute later, her Blackberry began to vibrate. 'Be right over, drama queen.' A smirk appeared on Bailey's face, and she slipped her phone into the pocket of her True Religion jeans, then headed downstairs to her home's living room, waiting for her best friend to arrive.
Half an hour later the doorbell rang, and Bailey hopped off the couch to answer the door. "Hold your horses!" she shouted, right before letting Delilah in. She smiled wildly at the girl, taking in her tiny size. Delilah had always been smaller than Bailey, and at seventeen, she was barely 5'1, while Bailey stood at an average 5'5. "How are you, baby?" Bailey squealed, grabbing her best friend up in a tight hug. Delilah let out a giggle and gave Bailey a squeeze, then bit her lip, her little shoulders rising in a shrug. "I'm alright. Or I was, up until I got that morbid text you sent me." Delilah's eyes narrowed, and Bailey grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. You know me. I like to over-exaggerate." Delilah raised an eyebrow, but linked her arm through Bailey's anyway. "You can say that again."
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Three episodes of Friends, and a pot of chamomile tea later, the girls retreated to Bailey's room, then climbed on top of her duvet cover. "It's so fucking cold out," Bailey groaned, propping her elbows up in front of her. Delilah nodded in agreement as she turned over and put Bailey's iPod on Shuffle, then shoved it onto the sound dock. A John Mayer song began to play, and Delilah refocused her attention on Bailey. "Which is why they invented heaters," she said with a small smirk, picking up a pack of Trident gum from Bailey's bedside table and taking out a stick of it. She unwrapped it quickly, then popped the gum in her mouth.
Bailey rolled her eyes in response, peering into Delilah's mug of tea, which still had liquid in it. Her own had disappeared minutes ago, so without asking, Bailey grabbed Delilah's cup and took a giant sip of the hot, soothing drink inside of it. "Excuse you," Delilah said with a laugh, pushing Bailey's face away from her with the palm of her hand. The girls giggled, and Bailey rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. "Where's Jami?" she asked Delilah, making a random clucking noise with her tongue. "At the Burkes' house," Delilah replied, poking Bailey's cheek. "Maybe if she were here, we wouldn't be doing absolutely nothing."
An evil grin formed on Bailey's face, and she shot upwards, startling Delilah so much that she fell off the bed. "I have a plan!" Bailey shrieked, then jumped down from where she'd been sitting and streaked over to her bedroom door. Delilah stood up shakily and shot her best friend a cautionary look. "I don't think I'm going to like this..." But Bailey didn't listen. Instead, she ran out of the room and disappeared down the hall towards Fox's bedroom. "Uh-oh," Delilah mumbled, before tearing off after her.