You'll be okay

*Tony's POV*
I woke up to the left side of my bed empty. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it's almost noon. I throw the blankets off my bare body. I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a Blink-182 shirt. I stand in the middle of the doorway and listen. I heard an acoustic guitar playing and the most beautiful voice singing a song.

Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night

But there's just something about

This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy

Licking your fingers like you're done

And you've decided there is so much more than me

And baby honestly it's harder breathing next to you

I shake

I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me

Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway

What if I can't forget you?

I'll burn your name into my throat

I'll be the fire that'll catch you

And what's so good about picking up the pieces?...

By the time Delilah was done singing the song, she didn't realize I had been standing there the whole time watching her. I applauded and she jumped up from her chair. "Tony! I didn't know you were awake.", she said. "You're really good. You should convince your dad to let you play at our next concert. We have to play in Chicago in about a week, so we're gonna have to move again. You should start packing up your stuff." I turned to walk out of the room, but she stopped me. "Can I try it on your guitar? I've been practicing when nobody's home."
"Yeah, sure." I led her out of the room and held her hand to the guesthouse outside. When we first moved into the house, we turned it into a practice room. She sat down in the sound booth and picked up my guitar. I sat outside and fixed the sound board. "Do I just play whatever song I know?", she asked. "Yeah.", I replied. She tuned it a little bit and began to play. I immediately recognized the song. It was 'Go To Hell, For Heaven's Sake' by Bring Me The Horizon. It was the song we listened to one night when we couldn't sleep.
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, not knowing how I was going to fall asleep. Delilah's room was right above mine and I could hear her moving around. She was pacing back and forth. She kept pausing in the middle and kept going each time. I looked at the clock: 1:23. What would she be doing this early in the morning? I slowly crept out of bed and pulled on pants. I walked out of my room and made my way upstairs. I tried my best to make sure I didn't step on the steps that creek loudly. I didn't want to wake anybody up. I quietly knocked on her door and she opened up three seconds later. She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts with little turtles all over them and a Mayday Parade t-shirt. "Can I come in?", I asked.
"Yeah, sure.", she said. I walked in and leaned against the dresser. She sat on the bed and put in one earbud. She pat an empty space next to her and I sat down. She handed me the other earbud and immediately I heard the sweet sound of Bring Me The Horizon.

I'm burning down every bridge we made

I'll watch you choke on all the hearts you break

I'm bleeding out every word you say

Go to hell for heaven's sake...

As the song played, we laid down and she repositioned herself against me. She's never snuggled up on me before, so I did what anyone else would have done; I just wrapped my arms around her and let her sleep.

*End of flashback*

Delilah stepped out of the sound booth with a big smile on her face. She sat down on the couch near the sound board, and I sat down next to her. I turned on the small telivision in front of us. I I flipped through the channels until I found our favourite show: Supernatural. Yes, we're obsessed with Supernatural and I'm proud to say so. We watched the episode until it ended, and then we walked back inside. There was a note on the table from the rest of the guys.
We went to the studio for whatever our manager wanted us to be there for. He said you don't have to go though. We'll be back around 4:30 ish, so don't do anything stupid while we're gone.
P.s., there's some ramen in the cabinet and some Bacardi in the fridge if you guys get thirsty or hungry. Just don't get drunk. Love you guys!
-Vic
Delilah looked at the note. "I still think it's strange that a year and a half ago, my dad gave me permission to drink alcohol. He swore to god that he'd never let me, but he did." She walked over to the fridge and pulled out the Bacardi. She popped off the cap and began to chug it. She was halfway through the bottle when I pulled it away from her. "He said not to get drunk. So don't get drunk, please. You can do whatever else, I don't care, but no alcohol. Not right now.", I said. I don't mean to be a little party pooper, but I don't want my fiancée to end up in the hospital again. She giggles like a seven year old and runs upstairs. She pauses at the third step and says, "Catch me if you can." I was at the top of the stairs and found her shorts. Strange. She always keeps on her clothes when we're home alone. I turn left and face the hallway where her shirt, bra, and underwear lie. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and made my way to her bedroom door, which was wide open. She was laying on the bed with the sheet draped over her lower half and her upper half exposed. "Is that my name tattooed on your hip?", she asked. I blushed and nodded. "It's okay, I've got yours right here.", she said, exposing her rib cage. It was right next to her little pac man tattoo. The lion tattoo on her collarbone was more vibrant than ever. I jumped on the bed like a little kid and crouched down in front of her.
*Delilah's POV*
He crawls slowly towards me, his gaze hungry. "You are absolutely beautiful," he's tells me. His voice sends the most delicious tingles through me. "I will show you how beautiful," he says while licking up my body. Moans escape my lips as I was sent through a frenzy by his amazing tongue. His muscular arms cage me as he positions his cock at my entrance."I'm
Afraid," I tell him while staring into his hungry gaze."I'll be gentle," he says huskily. I nod as my mind is clouded with a lustful fog. He pushes a little, the head of his cock breaking through the barrier. A whimper escapes me, but the pain disappears as he starts thrusting slowly. Groans come from him as he feels my walls tightening around him. His thrusting becomes stronger. The sounds of our animal-like noises echo in the room. My fingernails claw at his back as our thrusting becomes more desperate. I know he's about to cum when I feel him quiver inside me. My own orgasm sweeps over me as I groan, tightening around him. He groans thrusting inside me one last time. His cum soaks my walls, spilling out of me onto the bed.
He pulled away from me, gasping for air. It was silent, except for our heaving breathing. I finally break the silence. "You're on cleanup duty, Tony. I'll be downstairs if you need me.", I said. I walk down the hallway and pull on Tony's discarded Blink-182 t-shirt. I walk downstairs and Mike was sitting down on the couch with Jaime. I try to hide due to lack of pants, but I ran into my dad who then dragged me into the living room and set me down on the couch. He called for Tony, who ran downstairs with black skinny jeans in hand. He wiggled into them and sat down next to me. Jaime looked at me with this weird face and said, "Somebody got lucky. Did you two children have fun?"
I ignored the sly comment and my dad walked over to Jaime and got down on one knee. This was the second best moment of my life. "Jaime Alberto Preciado, will you marry me?"
He went silent and then screamed out, "YES! OH MY GOD" He then proceeded to jump off the couch and wrap his legs around my father. Mike, of course, had to comment. "Yeah, Himes, get some of that.", he said. There were whoops and cheers coming from my family. We're going to have an amazing future.

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