A/N: Thank you soooo much to my two reviewers at least I know you guys care enough to make someone happy. :) and about this only being a two-shot I lied. Well I didn't know I was lieing then but only not knowing. Oh! I know I mislead you. Enough with my blabbering enjoy my story please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the songs mentioned. Disappointing ,yes, but I love I get include them in my stories. No one owns Delilah but me I created everything about her. By the way Blake Lively is the model for Delilah.
Rachel heard a soft knock on the door of her room and opened it to find Delilah standing there. She noticed her used to be shoulder length dark burgundy hair was now a sweet honey color and flowed perfectly down her back. She got taller and fitter. You could tell she had a great body underneath her short, when I say short I mean short, black dress. It was a tight dress too so it clinged to all her perfect formed curves. It had a V-neck that was sure to let you know she had great sized breasts. She was sure the boys of McKinley would dive at the chance to get with her. Her dress had a sash under the cleveage so it added to the illusion and the lie she was a lady. You could say Rachel was jealous while she self-consciously looked down at her smaller breasts. And her green and yellow kitten sweater with her knee-length plaid skirt that seemed to make her feel suddenly hideous.
"I see you changed your hair. It was chemically changed to blonde right?" Rachel said trying to be slightly polite. I bet all the boys she ever liked will drop the idea of Rachel at the simple sight of Delilah. I bet Finn ,Noah and Sam will all go straight towards her, like insects to a flame, why do boys always like the blonde.
" Actually Oma over the past years since living in California I got lots of sun so the red pigments in my hair weren't used to sun radiation they started turning colors trying to better adapt to the beams of light. And you officially just got told." Delilah said flipping her hair over her shoulder. The thing that ticked Rachel off the most was the Oma part. Delilah started that back when her Dad and my Daddy rented a beach house for the summer.
Delilah and Rachel who went to the pier shops to celebrate Delilah's 13th birthday. They found a bunch of boys and a few girls down at the arcade and started hanging out with them. Once the boy Delilah and Rachel both liked started to take interest in Rachel rather then Delilah. Delilah got agitate, Not jealous because no one holds a flame to her. Delilah planned on drawling the attention back to herself.
"Hey guys, No one call Rachel Rachel anymore call her Oma. Okay?" Delilah said slimly as she stood in the center of the cluster of them.
"What's that mean? " A curious mousy looking brunette said . Rachel and Delilah both new what that meant. One of Rachel Dad is Mormon and he still referees to his grandmother as Oma. He's old school like that.
'" It means Old women or Grandmother. I mean seriously haven't you seen the way she dresses?" She said indicating with her hand toward Rachel. Everyone started laughing and sputtering out between gasps of air 'O-m-m-maaaa'. Except for Nate he stayed quiet shocked by what Delilah had done to sweet Rachel. He didn't know how anyone could every do that AND they were cousins! He went to drape an arm over Rachel and lead her away from the evilness that occurred by her own cousins fault. But Rachel disappearing form was already down by her house. Nate didn't like Delilah because she didn't have a personality worth knowing but Rachel… she did. Someday another guy will feel the same way about Rachel.
" Don't call me that, tramp." Rachel said as she placed her arms on her hips and raised an eye-brow silently asking for her to fight back. But Delilah didn't move.
"I'll let that slide or you'd regret questioning my authority. So, anyway your dad the tall one yeah he said I get your bed." She said putting on a perfect theater smile.
" Fine all just sleep on the floor." Rachel said sighing.
"Like a dog." Delilah mumbled. Said turning her head slightly.
"What was that, sorry?" Rachel questioned oblivious
" Well it was nothing but…. Are there any cute boys in this school of yours I'll be attending?" Delilah fake politely said.
" No." she lied simply. " Not anyone that would want something as fake as you." She mumbled gruffly from her bed room door.
" Whatcha say?" Delilah said clueless but interested enough.
"Hmmmm? Oh ,Oh wasn't listening to you. After all these years I built this system to block your voice out. But no need to repeat what you said, I wouldn't care." Rachel said carelessly and causally. For a second she thought she didn't even anger her one bit. But then out of the corner of her eye she saw her perfect skin flush under frustration. Gotcha. Rachel smile secretly to herself. Come Monday Delilah would be walking on much more dangerous territory.
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