(read the last like 2 sentences of the previous update if you forget what happened. but basically lucy is asleep and delilah asked luke if he wants skittles)

Luke's POV

Delilah looks around her whole house searching for skittles. They must keep a secret stash at all times or something, because she always has them.

I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for her to come back. I look around the room, even though I was here a few days ago. I notice things I hadn't paid attention to last time, like the family photo on the wall or the scribbled drawing made by Lucy that's on the coffee table.

On top of the drawing it says Luke. The "k" is backwards.

I pick it up and look at it. She's made my hair very tall, and my legs very long. All my clothes are black, but there's a rainbow behind me and a crown on my head. There's a tiny, yellow sun in the corner, and it has a big smile and sunglasses.

I think I'm smiling wider than the sun is while I look at the drawing.

I hear the door open and put the picture back down on the table.

"Delilah, I meant to tell you earlier that I'm leaving tomorrow but I- You're not Delilah," Noah says when he sees me sitting on the couch.

I shake my head.

"Where is she?" he asks.

I shrug and point down the hall.

Noah shrugs his shoulders too, and he sits beside me on the couch.

"So, how's it going?" he asks.

I shrug.

He points to the picture. "Did you see what Lucy made you? I think she has a crush on you," he says, laughing.

I nod and smile.

"I think she likes you more than Delilah does," he says.

I look at him with wides eyes, confused as to what he just said.

"Crap, I hope Delilah didn't just hear me say that," he says, putting his hand to his head.

I tilt my head to the side, still shocked.

"Don't act like you don't know," Noah says.

I scrunch my face in confusion.

"You seriously don't know? Are you really that oblivious? Before she even said anything I could tell she liked you when you came over!"

She said something? About me?

"Do you like her?" he asks quietly.

Delilah walks in just then, happily holding a bag of skittles. "I found some!" she says excitedly. She notices Noah beside me, who is still looking at me to answer him.

I don't answer.

"When'd you get home?" she asks him.

"Just now. And now I'm going to go," he says. He nudges my shoulder a little and gives a small thumbs up before leaving the room.

What is that supposed to mean?

Maybe Delilah said something that was about me, not necessarily about liking me. I don't think she could possibly like me. I'm pretty sure she hates me, actually.

I hate me too.

She plops down beside me and smiles widely. She pours some skittles into her hand and then gives some to me.

"Sorry about Noah and Lucy, if they bug you," she says quietly.

I shrug and chew on the skittles in my mouth.

I can't focus. All I can think about is what Noah said. She doesn't like me. Or maybe she does. Why would she like me? How can she like someone that she's never heard the sound of their voice? It seems impossible.

I look at Delilah as she looks through the skittles bag for the red ones, like she always does. She eats all the red first, then she eats the green and orange at the same time. She notices me watching her, and stops chewing.

"What?" she asks, smiling.

I shake my head. I take a skittle out of my hand, which is now rainbow, and throw it at her. It hits her on the nose, and she scrunches her face when it hits her. She throws one back, but I catch it in my mouth.

"You always do that, and I can't do it," she says, sticking out her bottom lip.

I shrug and smile.

We hear Lucy wake up and walk down the hall.

"Why can't I be an only child?" Delilah mumbles when Lucy walks in the room.

Lucy yawns and rubs her eyes. "Did you watch Frozen without me?"

"No, we didn't watch it. Don't worry," Delilah tells her.

"Good," Lucy says quietly. She slowly gets herself onto the couch, and she squishes between Delilah and me. I look over at Delilah, who is looking down at her hands, which are rainbow like mine.

She looks upset. I reach behind Lucy and poke Delilah's shoulder. She looks up, and I smile widely to get her to smile.

She smiles back, and her cheeks blush a little.

Lucy pokes my cheek. "Can a skittle fit in that?"

I'm guessing she's referring to my dimple. She quickly reaches for a skittle and shoves it onto my cheek.

"Stop movin' your head," she mumbles, sticking her tongue out while she concentrates. She puts one of her little hands on my forehead while she tries to get the skittle to stay on my cheek. It stays there for a second until I start laughing hysterically. Delilah laughs too.

This is the second time she's made me laugh. Out of all people, it's a three year old.

"Oh my, God," Delilah says out of breath as she laughs.

"What's so funny?" Lucy asks, laughing just because we are.

"I can't believe you just did that," Delilah says, wiping her eyes.

I was kind of upset at myself for laughing the first time, but it feels so good to finally do it again. But at the same time, it feels like I'm breaking a piece of myself that I wanted to stay strong. Right now though, the happy feeling inside me overpowers the guilt of being happy.

Once we stop laughing, Lucy crosses her arms across her chest. "Now can we watch Frozen?"

*

We end up watching Frozen, and half way through, Lucy falls asleep again. It amazes me that she can fall asleep so quickly, especially when she wouldn't stop talking about Frozen.

It's a pretty cute movie, if you're into that kind of stuff.

I may or may not be into this kind of stuff...

Lucy ended up falling asleep on top of me. Her head is in my lap, and I've been trying hard not to move to wake her up. Every once in awhile, she'll move slightly. It's cute.

Lucy squirms and grabs lightly onto my handing, hugging it closer to her while she sleeps.

I wonder if she's actually asleep.

Every now and then, I can see Delilah turn and look at me, or maybe Lucy. I notice that Delilah looks over at us more than she looks at the TV.

Maybe Noah's right. Maybe she does like me. Or maybe she's just checking on Lucy.

I see her watching me out of the corner of my eye, and I turn to look at her too.

I mouth the word "stop," but I'm smiling when I do it.

"Sorry. But cute things deserve to be looked at."

ooooohhhhhh what is happening what is this

STUFF IS GONNA START PICKING UP THE DUKE SHIP MAY OR MAY NOT BE SAILING (or it'll be the titanic and nOT IN THE MICHAEL ANALOGY SORT OF WAY)

and yes michael WILL be in here at some point i promise! i have a plan do not worry

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ILYASM AND THANK YOU FOR CONTINUING TO READ AND I HOPE YOU LOVE IT

-ashley