LIKE A HURRICANE ,

[delilah cosette giordano]

Twenty six was old. Twenty six was mid-twenties. To a teenager, that was practically ancient. How did Delilah Giordano know this fun fact? She knew because she used to be a teenager, and that was what she had thought. God forbid you ever turn fifty, either, because that was like a walking dinosaur. She honestly hadn’t know what she was thinking, trying to get close to a nineteen year old boy. In her mind, Noah September wasn’t at fault at all. This was all her doing, and she fully accepted it… she was the more experienced one, after all. She should never have initiated the friendship in the first place… not knowing from the very first moment she’d laid eyes on his curly top that she was attracted to him. Trust me when I say she’d never go for something like this, and it had never happened before… but with Noah, one thing had just lead to another until all of a sudden they were getting more touchy feely… lingering touches, cuddling on the couch, innocent hand holding. Dee might have let it go, might have let things progress even farther had she not been brought to her senses. Seeing a nineteen year old out with another nineteen year old did wonders for her point of view. Eve was young, beautiful, vibrant… everything Noah should have in a woman. What was she thinking? God, she felt like she was asking herself that a lot lately. Her mind was elsewhere entirely, on a certain brunette boy, and it was obvious to everyone she was working for. Doctor Simmons, the vet she worked for, often asked her what was bothering her, and she always said nothing. He’d just sigh, giving her a look and telling her that if there was nothing bothering her then she better do a better job picking up the dog shit from the kennels next time. Scolded, she’d always say she’d try harder but things just kept getting more and more complicated.

In movies, whenever you wanted to stop talking to someone, you just started avoiding them. They got the picture, and stopped trying to contact to. After the first couples days of silence, Dee had thought she’d made the right choice. But when Noah figured out that she was avoiding him, not accepting any of his phone calls or instant messages, she just started getting more of them. Delilah, smart as she was, hadn’t thought it through completely. She’d never stopped to think that she might be hurting Noah, too – to her, that was just impossible. There was no way that he could be as into her as she was into him… that was silly talk. IF anything, he was just infatuated. But after being ridiculously busy one day in the vet’s office, she had accidentally forgotten to check the caller ID and all of a sudden she was having a very awkward conversation with a one Noah September. To be completely honest, it was that day, and the things she had been ‘busy doing’ was knitting a scarf for one of her cousins for Christmas. Needless to say, the conversation did not go well but Dee was fairly confident that she had gotten him to finally, maybe, leave her alone. It was better for both of them this way, of that she was trying to convince herself. So, in an effort to have at least fully told the truth about one thing, she went outside to get the dogs from their kennels and put them in their cages inside. The sky was dark, and the clouds looming looked dangerous, and just the sight of it chilled her to the bone. She remembered when she was six years old, and there had been a tornado caused by a thunderstorm. It had been a freak thing, caused by a hurricane that was passing through, but it had scared the poor girl half to death. Honestly, if that was what it was going to be like that night… she wanted to get out of town, and fast.

Dee finished putting the dogs away, hastily saying goodbye to the vet and going out to her car just as it started to rain. She pulled her cute little pink umbrella out from the seat and set it on the passenger side, patting it as though to reassure it that it’d finally be getting some action. ”Welp, Pink Panther, I think you finally might be seeing some rain.” It’d been a relatively dry season in South Carolina, but Delilah really didn’t feel like testing her luck and going without it. She put the key in the ignition, turning her little car on and pulling out of the parking lot. As she drove, the rain continued to get worse, and she couldn’t help but heave a sigh. There was no way she was getting out of town now. Damn, and she’d been hoping, too. Dee drove to her apartment complex, parking in the garage and taking Pink Panther, her purse, and everything else up to her room. That was when the first groundshaking peal of thunder caused her to squeal in fright. Delilah knew it was almost illogical to be afraid of the loud noise, but she just couldn’t help it! She was five foot one, okay? The thought made her stop short as she tried to think about how that was relevant in any way shape or form. She shook her head, sliding the key into the lock and turning it as she realized that it indeed, wasn’t relevant, taking her mind of the current sidetrack and focusing on the matter at hand. She turned the handle to the door, opening it and letting out another shriek when a ball of yellow-gold fur darted out and started racing down the hallway, towards the open staircase. Dropping her purse , but for some reason managing to keep hold of Pink Panther, she darted off down the hallway, ”ELVIS! GOD DAMN IT! COME BACK!” She yelled, running down the stairs and trying to follow her dog. When she reached ground level, she figured she had him cornered… but of course, no one other that Noah September and his brother coming in the front door and being so shocked that they didn’t think to close it before Elvis could get out. She let out an exasperated groan, not registering fully that Noah was staring at her in shock as she shoved past, ”Sorry no time to talk! ELVIS YOU BASTARD DOG GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!” She yelled, diving out into the storm.

Her tiny legs carried her as fast as she could, and after a moment she figured she might as well trying putting Pink Panther to use. She stopped, opening the umbrella, and putting it over her head as the rain poured down on her – she was already soaked through. Delilah began running again, and she thought she saw Elvis run towards the old Miller shack on a vacant lot in between stores when a strong gust of wind caught Pink Panther and sent him swirling into the air. She pounded her foot on the pavement like a child throwing a hissy fit, ”Fuck you, wind gods! Fuck everyone for this fucking storm! ELVIS!” She ranted, before turning and running towards where she last saw Elvis. A couple panes in the door were busted through, and scraggly piece of yellow fur let her know exactly where her dog had gone. She tried the door, finding it locked and tugged on it impatiently for a second before just getting down on her knees and examining the hole in the door. Sighing, thinking about the things she did for her stupid animals, she climbed through the hole, wincing a little when the sharp edges caught the soft skin of her stomach. All of a sudden, thunder shook the ground again and she yelped, darting up and looking around, the shack far too dark for her to see. She walked forward, hands outstretched, ”Elvis? Come here, boy… come to mama…” She cooed, listening as hard as she could as she traveled into the next room. She didn’t hear someone else going through the hole in the door, or somehow managing to open it, which is why she screamed bloody murder, which was lost in another dull roar caused by thunder, jumping around to find no one other than Noah September standing behind her, shining a light from his iPhone at her worriedly. ”You… you seriously… need to not do that ever again.. or I might die from a heart attack and I’m already freaking out because of the thunderstorm and shit I lost Elvis and he’s so scared oh my god he’s more scared than I am okay I need to breathe…” She inhaled deeply, forgetting the fact that they weren’t talking as she just tried to keep herself together. Blame it on the freaky childhood accident to scar her for life and have her make a fool of herself in front of the boy she was in extreme like with.

MUSIC: o holy night - glee cast
TAGGED: noah christian september
OUTFIT: right hereeeee
NOTES: yuup.

[noah christian september]

As far back as Noah could remember, he'd always been a mature being. Polar opposite to his brother who was a never-ending goofball that didn't realize when he was taking things too far, Noah was quiet, reserved, watchful. This wasn't to say that he didn't have his childish moments. Everyone had those. However, mostly, he was very grown up. It was obvious in the way he spoke, the way he moved. And he didn't mind it. It was simply the way he was. Maybe it was why he'd ended up falling for someone who was essentially, much older than him. Many could argue that seven years was a long time, but didn't people say that life passed by in the blink of an eye? One person's perception of time could be completely different than someone else's. Who was society to tell a person that they couldn't be with someone they loved simply because they were not born close enough together? Everyone had the right to be happy, whichever way they chose. Straight, gay, too old, too, young, it didn't matter. When love came into play, nothing else mattered. Even Noah, who had less experience than most with the word knew that much. Well, it wasn't to say that Noah had never known love. He just wasn't as experienced in the romantic sense. Yes, he'd had a few girlfriends, he loved his friends, and he definitely loved his brother. Noah September knew what love was. He knew it, very well. To quote one of those romance movies, love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in others people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

And it certainly wasn't something that would discriminate due to something as silly as age.

Unfortunately for Noah, the woman that he had fallen in love with didn't seem to be thinking the same way he was. For some reason, even though he knew that she was feeling something similar to what he was, she kept insisting that she was too old for him. Those who called him 'old man Noah' behind his back would beg to differ with her. Why was he so wrong in wanting someone who was not the same age as him? His brother, Damien, had teased him about his 'crush' on the older woman, but when it had come down to it, if that was what Noah wanted, he wasn't going to stop him. No one else should have been able to stop hi, either. Delilah was a one of a kind person. She was kind, caring, sweet. Though, she was also fiery and passionate, witty and sharp. She was everything that Noah wanted in a woman. Which was what was making it so difficult to be without her. He would try to call her or instant message her. He'd even stopped by her job, but she was always too busy to talk to him. Or she made some excuse as to why it was better to just pretend like there was nothing there. Every time he tried to show her reason, she blocked it out. Was him spending time with a girl his age really bothering her that much? How did she not realize that no one compared to her in his eyes? He didn't care if she was twenty-six or sixteen, or whatever. She was Delilah and that was good enough for him.

The time apart had only been more difficult because of the fact that they weren't apart at all. Their shared ownership of a golden retriever meant that they saw each other at least every couple of days. Though the meetings were short, Noah always felt the knife plunge a little deeper into his heart after every one. So, to keep his mind off of things, Damien was taking him out more, trying to get him to loosen up. That day, there was a horrible storm brewing. The two brothers had been running around town when the heavens opened up and began to let loose on them. They were both soaked through by the time they made it home. As Noah walked into the apartment complex, he was shocked by the mass of golden fur that darted past him, followed by the short, fiery blonde that had a hold of his heart. He blinked after them before looking back to Damien. His brother gave him a 'go get her' sort of look, and he rushed back out into the rain. Squinting against the wetness bombarding his eyes, he managed to make out Delilah squeezing into an abandoned building. When he reached the door, he found that he was far too big to fit through that hole and took a step back before successfully kicking the door open. All of that exercise did come in handy, after all.

The minuscule amount of light that seeped through the doorway did little to help him see inside, and he was forced to continue to squint so as not to run into anything. After a moment, he remembered his cell phone. He slipped it out of his pocket, and used the light from it to help him get around. He could hear Delilah's voice calling their dog's name and he moved towards it. He hadn't realized that he was going to scare her so badly, and he jumped when she screamed. He blinked at her as she began to ramble, obviously frightened. He let out a low sigh and took her arms gently to steady her. "Woah, Dee. Calm yourself. It's just a storm. You and Elvis are gonna be okay, I promise." After a moment of hesitation, he pulled her into a hug, hoping that it would help to soothe her. He felt her stiffen, and was relieved when she finally relaxed into his arms. Ignoring how amazing it felt to be holding her, he tool a deep breath. "You're crazy, you know that? Coming out here in this storm for a dog." His words were scathing, but his tone was gentle. He would have done the same thing. As if on cue, Noah saw his dog walk back into the light of his cell phone, shaking the water from his golden fur. With a supreme amount of effort, he pulled away from her again, offering a soft smile. "Feeling any better?" He asked softly. "We should probably stay here until the storm dies down a little. Unless you want to be blown away." Despite his slightly joking tone, she was small enough that he wouldn't be surprised if the wind carried her away.

MUSIC: acadia - marianas trench
TAGGED: delilah cosette giordano
OUTFIT: pretend he doesn't have the bag
NOTES: XDD