Amour D'Été

Yes, I'm back, with no broken bones or serious bowel injuries. LOL. Yes, I do see a psychiatrist X_x Well, first off I'd like to thank my first reviewers – it's greatly appreciated :D. I'm trying to update ASAP, so bear with me! Here goes chapter two, and remember, this is extempore! See you at the end of this chap!

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Max's "army" climbed the mahogany and red-carpeted spiral stairs to the top of the third floor where the bedrooms were located. Now, the task at hand was finding her choice out of the 15 guest rooms spread out through the twisting halls. The other option was the master bedroom, which massively took up the whole fourth floor.
"Hey I found her!" called Tyson. "She's up here."
Of course, she had taken the master bedroom.
"I should have guessed she'd take the master bedroom, she's probably used to five-star hotels everywhere she goes."
"Nice!" Max discreetly reminded, as he passed Tyson, who was in the middle of the short flight of stairs, and knocked on the door that was already slightly ajar.
"Who is it?" came the snooty reply.
"It's us." Max replied. "Can we come in?"
Delia was preparing a bratty rejection, but her father's words echoed in her head: "Now, Delia, remember that have to keep respect to the family name; behave like a lady." The one thing Delia didn't want to do was upset her father. After her mother's death, her father had always expected her to be just like her mother: to be pretty, to be a socialite, to be a complete lady. But that wasn't what Delia wanted. Her father wanted dresses, and bun hairstyles, and smart, well-to-do boyfriends. She wanted casual jeans, ponytails, and fun, exciting boyfriends. But she could never tell her father, because she didn't want to hurt him, she wanted to keep her mother's spirit alive. And it was slowly fading away her own personality, and she was becoming a portrait of her mother, with no choices or opinions of her own. Her only sense of herself was her snotty attitude, a smokescreen to block herself from becoming a slave to her mother's ghost. But that wasn't even her. It was another wall, covering up her lost sense of uniqueness.
She plastered on the usual apologetic face, and headed towards the door.
"Come on in." She opened the door wide open, and ushered them in with a sweep of her hand. "I owe you all an apology, I shouldn't have been so mean before."
"It's forgotten." Rei said graciously. "We understand what it must be like to have to stay in a house with strangers, all guys no less."
"Yeah, you'll get used to it in no time. We're a bunch of good guys." Tyson remarked. "Even Kai, although he doesn't show it."
"Yeah, what was up with him anyway?" Delia questioned.
"Kai is just..." Kenny searched for the right word to describe the team captain.
"Completely anti-social?" Tyson finished.
"Well, not completely." Kenny replied. "Completely anti-social is when someone's mentality is-"
"OK, thanks for the evaluation, Sigmund." Dizzi piped up. This earned a laugh from the group, and a blush from Kenny.
"Well, Delia, we're all going out for sundaes, do you want to go?" Max inquired.
"Do they have triple fudge mocha?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, that's my favorite!"
"I'll be down in ten minutes. I just have to change."
"Great!"

Delia bounced down the stairs exactly ten minutes later, in a yellow sundress adorned with yellow sandals. Her light brown hair hung loose around her shoulders, and there was a slight hint of make-up, indicated by the glossy lips.
She stopped outside of the foyer where the others were waiting, stalled by the sound of their voices and her name.
"I think she's opened up really fast. Too bad Kai wasn't like that. She seems like a great friend too." She heard Rei say.
"I think so too. I wonder if she blades...?" Tyson responded.
"Dizzi looked up on her, but she got nothing. So, the chances are slim." Kenny replied matter-of-factly.
"I don't care if she does or not. I can't wait to go out for sundaes. We can really get to know her." Max changed the topic.
"Hey, remember, you said I could ask her out first."
"I know, I know."
Delia grimaced. They decided who'd date her first?! What was she, some toy for them to pass around? Just some tasty piece to be used and abused? Well, she wasn't about to sit down and take crap. She decided to let them go on with their dating plans and she'd find some way along the line to get even with them. If there was anything she was good at, it was revenge. And again, the façade went up, the fake smile she knew so well and wore so often. She had genuinely thought she could find friends in this group of people she had met and known for only a couple of hours. She had felt so good about this, better than anything before in her life. And now, that chance was gone because she knew their true motives. And now, it was time for her to make a game plan of her own.
She flew into the foyer.
"I'm ready!" she said with a grin. "And hungry, so lets go!"

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Well, that was a short chapter, I know, but I just thought it would be fun to leave it there. Why, I have no idea. :S But anyway, hope you enjoyed. Be seeing you next time! - Adagio {Brenda, xoxo}