A/N: YAY chapter four...i couldn't come up with a name for it so...it's just chapter four. Enjoy

Dislcaimer..: you know the drill don't you?

Chapter 4:

Delilah's head was pounding. She couldn't even recall how many drinks she had had the night before but she knew it probably was a lot. She couldn't remember much, just arriving at the arena and that was it. She recalled mentioning stick figures.

Lisa giggled from her seat at the steering wheel and came to a stop at the corner of the street they were driving on.

"Is it really that bad?" She asked referring to her friends hang over. Delilah looked over at her sarcastically through her sun glasses and shook her head.

"I feel like shit. Even worse is, I don't even know why…" She whispered a reply leaning her head on the passenger window. Lisa nodded and resumed driving around town so her and her friend could find a parking spot for lunch.

"Are you sure you want to come with? I mean, if you feel bad I don't want you throwing up on a bunch of clothes and having to pay for them." Delilah pulled the rim of her hat down over her sunglasses and nodded.

"Positive, it's just a small headache. I won't throw up I promise." She lied, watching Lisa pull up to the curve in front of a small clothing boutique. They exited the car and walked into the small store. If there was thing Delilah hated more than wrestling and John Cena was shopping with Lisa. She hated shopping in general actually. She could never find anything that was appealing to her style and the way she liked to dress and not just the way the designers of these clothes wanted her to dress like.

She glanced over at the women's section where Lisa was quietly browsing through the rack of jean skirts and frowned. Her phone was going off in her purse. It had been for the past twenty minuets. She reached into her bag and pulled out the Razor phone. The flipped the screen up and glanced at it under her glasses.

Delilah frowned. She had four missed calls. She dialed her voice mail and wandered into the privacy of the dressing rooms so she could hear over the horrible music playing over the speakers. Three of the calls were from her mother asking her how she was doing and if she had found a job. And the last call was the one that sent Delilah into a state of shock. Mostly at herself and the fact that the person on the message was the one person she absolutely detested.

"Hey Delilah! You probably don't even remember giving me your number huh? Yeah well, I was thinking about it and I'm going to take you up on your offer. Say…Friday. I'll pick you up around five, okay?" John's message ended with a beep and Delilah slowly closed her phone. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked awful; at least she thought she did. Her hair was dry and pulled back into a pony that slipped through the hole in her cap.

"Hey Dee are you in here?" Lisa called through the door of the dressing rooms, poking her head in and glancing around.

"Huh…oh yeah I'm here, just checking the messages on my phone." She answered standing up and exiting the room and waiting for her friend to follow.

"Well...was there anything drastically important that made you all weird?" Lisa asked as her best friend browsed trough the long sleeved hoody type shirts that were on sale. She picked up one green shirt and one red shirt before turning to answer her friends question.

"No…I mean, not drastically important. Am I acting weird?" Delilah asked looking at her friend with curiosity. Lisa put her hand on her hips and shook her head.

"Yes, you act as if you're pissed off about something."

"I don't have any reason as to why I would be upset…"

"Oh…that's a load of bullshit and you know it." Lisa snapped getting a few looks from the costumers around the two. Lisa folded her arms and watched Delilah closely. She glanced at the phone about to spill from Dee's purse and smirked.

"What are you smirking for? Did you think what you said was funny?" Delilah asked turning back to the clearance rack. Lisa reached out slowly and quietly, sort of like a snake, and snatched the phone from her best friend's purse. She ran with it to a secluded part of the store and dialed to the voice mail. She skipped past the messages Mrs. Rose left her daughter and got to the one that might have upset her friend.

She giggled into the phone quietly as she kneeled underneath a round rack of shirts and closed the phone quietly. 'She really was wasted last night.' She thought to her self before pulling the shirts back and crawling out from under the clothes rack.

"Have fun under there?" She heard the very annoyed voice of Delilah ask as she towered over her friend with her hands crossed over her chest.

"Uh…Look! I found your phone for you!" Lisa smiled, handing her friend the phone and standing up slowly.

"You went through my messages didn't you?" Delilah asked checking her phone out before looking back at her friend who shrugged at her reply. Dee had her bags in her hand, having found a lot of clothes she decided were deceant in the amount of time it took Lisa to find a hiding spot and go through her messages.

She sighed and grabbed the keys from Lisa's hand and smiled before taking off her hat to adjust the way she was wearing it and put it on backwards.

"Let's talk about it over lunch okay?" Lisa smiled, attempting to get her friend to spill the beans about how she felt as well. The two friends walked out of the building and to their car that was parked not but five steps away from the front doors of the small shop. Delilah threw her bags in the trunk before closing it and following her friend around the corner to a near by café.

The girls found a seat next to the window but secluded away from everyone else to they could talk in private and not be over heard. It was a hard concept to keep up with in a city like their own.

"So what do you think, are you going?" Lisa asked as her room mate across from her in the booth they were sitting at. Delilah finished taking a sip of her drink before she sighed.

"I don't really think I have a choice. I mean, it may be the hang over talking but…if what's-his-face sets his mind to stuff in real life like he does on TV, then I'm pretty sure he won't just cancel."

"Oh….I'm so proud of you. You're finally dating again!" Lisa cried, wiping away an imaginary tear and sniffing.

"It won't be a date, just…an outing, I suppose." Delilah added quickly, she wasn't going to let it be called a date again. "It absolutely, positively is not a date whatsoever."