'Mum, I'm mortified.' The teenager sighs, her head hitting the back of the seat, doing her seatbelt up.

'You'll hurt yourself.' Her mother warns her, not even looking at the girl, 'and don't roll your eyes at me.'

'Fuck sake.'

'Language.'

'Mum, you've not even asked me what happened?' She sighs, at this point the drama was all the same, Phoebe this, Joshua that. She'd probably fallen out with one of her mates, they'd have made up by the weekend. It was a situation where Carla was just expected to sit there and nod, making reassuring noises.

'Alright, Delilah, what happened.'

'It's all your fault.' She accuses, looking at her mum.

'Mine, what have I done? I've just given you a lift home.' She protests, stifling a yawn. 'Go on.'

'You named me Delilah.'

'What's that got to-do with anything?'

'So, I was in PE and Josh told me that Zak wanted to see me?'

'Zak?' She raises an eyebrow, she prided herself on the fact she knew the names of all her daughters' friends, but she hadn't heard of this one.

'Yeah, he's in my science set. I sit next to him in biology.' Her mums heart sinks, knowing where this is going. Fifteen-year-old drama surrounding boys is never a good idea. Especially when she sat next to him in Biology, of all classes.

'Biology?'

'Don't look at me like that mum.'

'I know where this is going.'

'Trust me, mum, you really don't.'

'Go on then.'

'Anyway, I saw him at lunchtime, Josh and Grace where with me. I was eating my crisps, by the way thanks you got the flavour right.'

'I can never remember if you like salt and vinegar.'

'Who doesn't? That's more of the question.' She grins, turning the radio down slightly. 'Anyway, so I go and meet him in the music rooms, he plays guitar. By this point mum, I'm wondering what was going to happen. I just knew it wasn't going to be good.'

'Are you okay? He didn't-' She shakes her head quickly, as her heartrate slows. She didn't want her daughter to go through half the pain she went through. It was her job to protect her, and so far, he had.

'No, no, I'm just mortified.' She shuffles in her seat. 'Anyway, so he's in there with his guitar.'

'Is he hot?' Her face starts to burn, as she looks at her mum. 'Awh, you've gone all embaraassed.'

'Mum, you can't ask me that?' She tells her, indignance written all over her face.

'Is he though?'

'Mum.' She groans, as she laughs. 'Don't ask that.'

'So he is.' She gets a headshake in response, Carla laughing at her daughter's embarrassment. So many times, as a child, Delilah embarrassed her on many occasions, so a bit of harmless teasing isn't phasing her, it's revenge.

'Mum.'

'Okay, go on.'

'Anyway, he smiles at me and he's looking at me. And I have this feeling of despair in my stomach and I just know this isn't going to end well for me.'

'Straight to the point, please. I don't need to know all this.'

'Anyway, he started singing hey there Delilah.' Carla tries, and fails¸ to stifle a laugh. 'Mum this isn't funny.'

'It is a bit.'

'No, no, it isn't.'

'Sorry, sorry. I meant, that must have been embarrassing. Humiliating, even.'

'He asked me out.' She doesn't know how her daughter wants her to answer that, she thinks it's hilarious, but she can imagine the response she'd get if she told her that. This was one of the main differences between her and her daughter when she was 15, she wouldn't have reacted the same way. She would have thought it hilarious, but clearly her child didn't.

'What did you say.' She, eventually, deliberates, earning a shake of her head from the child.

'Mum, what do you think I said?'

'You think he's hot though.' She groans, burying her head in her hands, as they turn into the driveway.

'No, mum.'

'So, he's not? Dee what did he say to you?'

'So, he started singing hey there Delilah. Then he asked me out.'

'What was so humiliating about it? That's sweet Dee.' She tried to rustle up a more apathetic response, but she somehow can't.

'All of it, he sung that song to me. You don't get it mum; he sang hey there Delilah to me.'

'It's romantic.'

'Mum.' She groans, kicking off her shoes. 'Seriously. Everything about it was humiliating. And everyone knew he was going to ask me out. Like he told everyone, and he has a lot of friends. Even Bertie knew, because he teased me when I saw him when I was going to form.'

'Isn't it more embarrassing for him? You rejecting him, with everyone knowing. Surely it's worse for him?'

'No, because everyone wants to go out with him. I know you don't get it, but it would have been worse for me.'

'So, let me get this right, this guy asked you out, the same guy everyone wants to go out with, except you don't?' She just shrugs, 'did you say yes then?' She looks down to the floor. 'Right, Dee I'm so confused as to why you're embarrassed. You lost me a while ago.'

'Because everyone knows. Everyone knows that I'm going on a date with him.'

'I'm sorry baby girl, but you lost me. He sung you a song, that he, presumably, told people he was going to-do. He then asked you out. That you said yes too, even though you didn't want too?' Teenagers, she shakes her head a little, a smile playing on her lips, remembering herself at that age.

'I didn't originally say yes.' She confesses, 'I ran out. It was Josh that convinced me.'

'Oh, baby.' She smiles, trying to give her a bit of sympathy, whilst confused at why her daughter was "mortified." She just shakes her head as the teenager runs upstairs, phone clutched to her ear.

-CS-

'You've been quiet.' The man asks the teenager, as she pushes the vegetables around her plate. 'You okay, princess? We usually can't get a word in edgeways.' He chuckles, taking another bite of the food.

'I'm fine.' She sighs, rubbing her hand through the ends of her hair. 'I'm tired.'

'How was school?' She just mutters something, as her parents can see that she is in one of her moods but decides against telling her dad to shut up after she received a look from her mother.

'Fine.'

'Am I going to get an elaboration on that?'

'Have you told him, mum?' She hisses, who just rolls her eyes, as the girl slides down his seat, clearly embarrassed.

'No, Delilah, I haven't.'

'Told me what?' She sighs, 'is someone going to fill me in?'

'I got asked on a date.' She eventually murmurs. 'By someone that sang hey there Delilah. It was mortifying, why did you name me Delilah?'

'That's you' dad's fault. He named you Delilah.'

'Please say it wasn't after a song.' She clocks on to the glance her parents shared, 'for Christ sake I'm named after a song.'

'It's a nice name. It suits you.'

'Someone sung it to me, to ask me out.'

'I still don't understand the problem. It's a harmless date.' Carla receives a hit on the arm from her husband.

'I hope you said no, you're too young to date.' Peter tells her seriously, 'princess you're too young. You're only fifteen, this boy shouldn't have asked you out.'

'Oh Peter, calm down. It's one tiny date.' Carla tells him, slightly surprised at his reaction. She thought he'd laugh, see the funny side of it, she'd texted Michelle and she'd sent a laughing face.

'But what comes next? She goes on another date, and another. You know teenage boys, they can't-'

'Dad.' She groans, 'please don't finish that sentence. I'm going to bed.'

'It's 7PM.' Her mother points out, 'we haven't had dessert.'

'I don't want any.' She mutters, standing up and leaving the dinner table, as Carla stares at him.

'Was that really necessary? I mean, really, Peter.'

'What?'

'All of those questions? She's fifteen. It's a date, I'm sure you went on one when you were that age, I know I certainly did.'

'And, she's too young to date.'

'Peter, it's one date with a boy in her class. I'm not being funny, but he sang hey there Delilah, he's hardly a threat.'

'You don't know what his intentions are to our daughter, you know our little girl.'

'Oh Peter, she's fifteen. She's going on one date. We can tease her about it, aye, make her embarrass her a little.' She grins.

'I'm not laughing.'

'Peter, calm down. It's a fifteen-year-old going on a date, it's not like its her long-term relationship. One date doesn't always equal sex.'

'Carla that's not the point, she's not dating anyone. She promised me that she wouldn't until she's at least 30.' He's met with, yet, another eyeroll.

'Now, how old was she when she told you that?' He has the good grace to look embarrassed. 'Hmm, you still haven't said.'

'Five.'

'And you are going to tell her that? Peter, this boy, it's one little date. If she wants to go, she should go.'

'But she's my little princess.'

'That she might be, but Peter, she's fifteen. Don't groan at me, she's going to go out with someone at some point.'

'Amy got pregnant.'

'Peter, she's not Amy. She's not going to get pregnant.'

'You don't know that.'

'Peter, please, give our daughter some credit.' He just shakes his head, taking a sip of the orange juice, clearly not convinced. 'One date, he sung her hey there Delilah please at least you can see the funny side of that.'

'It is a bit funny.' He finally manages to choke out, seemingly managing to get over the initial horror. 'I mean, he could have at least sung Delilah by Tom Jones.' Carla's laugh is heard echoing throughout the house.

'Mum.' A voice shouts down, making the pair jump.

'Yes.'

'It's not funny.' She screams, setting the pair off.

A/N thoughts? Thought I'd try some more teenage Delilah- but I hope you all enjoyed it!