Hey There Delilah


"Hey... Tom?" I asked uncertainly. I could hear the steady breathing on the other line, so I knew he was there. Tom, well he's like my best friend. Kind of. Well to me he is. I don't know where I stand with him. We're family friends, so I guess we're close. But at school... he acts as if he doesn't know who I am, partly because he's two years above me. And that sucks.

"Yes?" He asked in his usual bored tone

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

Silence. He sighed, "You should be."

"I know. I kinda... um, overreacted when you told me. And I'm sorry for that."

Silence, again. "You think?" he muttered. "And you've already said that you're sorry, why do you have to say it again?"

"Because repetition gets your point across" I answered. I could feel him smiling on the other end. He was a Literature Lover. "Can I talk to you?"

"You are talking to me," He pointed out.

"I know, but like, I meant as in... Can I talk to you face-to-face? Can I meet you somewhere?" I asked, not sure of whether he would agree to meet me or not.

"Why would you want to talk to me 'face-to-face'" He mocked.

"Because..." I paused, thinking of an excuse to meet him.

"I see you have no excuse, Delilah." He laughed. "I know you too well."

"Yeah" I agreed with him.

"Whatever. I'll meet you on the high street."

"Really! Oh, oh I mean, yeah, sure. Okay. Whatever. See you there."

"Someone's getting happy..." He laughed again. "Yeah, okay. See you there."

BEEP. He hung up on me.


I had to quickly get changed, so I decided on a plain white T-shirt, jeans and my jacket with a furry hood which I loved.

It was dark and windy when I got on the high street, and worse of all, it was crowded. I'd never tell anyone, but I'm claustrophobic. Ever since my older brothers, Tom and I were playing hide and seek and I tried to fit through this little gap in the attic and couldn't get out, I've been claustrophobic. I was a stupid kid.

I stood outside Starbucks, waiting for Tom to arrive. He was always late, so I wasn't worrying. The wind blew strands of hair into my eyes. Annoyed, I pushed my hair away from my face. Argh, was I standing out here for Tom? Of course I was. Was I willing to wait for Tom? Well, obviously. Why was I here anyway? For Tom. To apologize for the way I acted when he told me he was going away. To do what? To do some stupid-

"Hey there,"

"AAAHH!" I shrieked, jumping into the person behind. Quickly I turned around. His hair was hanging in his eyes and his mouth in a usual grim line. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans with his vans. Mmmm... he was so, just so-

"You checking me out?" Tom grinned at me. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn.

"Haah, no." I laughed nervously, staring at the grey concrete floor. I looked up at him, to notice him staring down at me. If only he were mine...

"Do you want to go in for a coffee or something?" He asked, breaking our eye contact. I looked towards where he was looking, and had to admit, Starbucks looked pretty inviting.

"Okay then, let's go," I agreed. He held the door open as I walked in, which was a shock. I took a seat on one of the comfortable looking chairs.

"Coffee?" He asked.

"Are you going to get it?" I smiled, surprised with his manners. "First you hold the door for me, now you're getting me Coffee?" I giggled. "Wow Tom, I'm surprised."

"Oh, don't get happy Delilah." He muttered ."I held the door open for you 'cuz we were going to go in anyway. And I'm getting you Coffee because I'm getting a Coffee. Did I ask what drink you wanted? I thought not." He hissed. I glared at him; he always found a way to prove me wrong.

"Well then, go get our Coffees," I mumbled.

"Whatever." He answered in his bored tone.

I stared at him walking to join the queue, trying to burn holes into his back. I loved him, yet I hated him. He showed no true emotion or feelings. I wasn't even sure if he had feelings. Ugh, I hate him!

So, now I'm sitting in Starbucks waiting for my Coffee. Why? Well, I still need to apologize to Tom. I guess we'll have to talk it over during Coffee time. You see, Tom was leaving the city. Leaving to go travel around with his band. Yeah, Tom plays in a band, but I don't know what it's called, they change their Band name every month. A few months ago it was "The Storm Troopers" and last month it was "Shots and Thistles" and now I have no idea.

I know some people in his band though, like Dave and Mike. He's talented, I've seen him play the guitar and sing... once. Tom has apparently made a song for his girlfriend, Karolina. Haven't heard it though, but I bet Karolina's happy. I don't know what he sees in her, she's a backstabbing bitch. Who goes around telling people that their best friend was making out with a guy in the music room? Some best friend she has.

I'm getting a little impatient, maybe I should close my eyes for a bit...

"Hey there, you still awake?"

"Fudgeamakalahefenhafanhah!" I gasped in shock.

"Okay then, I'll take that as a yes," He said while placing two coffees on the table.

I sat up calmly, sipping the coffee. Ouch, tongue burn.

"Tongue burn?" He asked. I nodded, not sure of how he knew. "I thought so. You pulled that face. Remember when I dared you to drink water from the kettle?" I nodded again. "Yeah, that face." He chuckled.

Awkward silence filled the air.

"So... About yesterday." I said, bringing in the subject. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to burst out of your house, screaming about how much I hated you." I told him, watching him stir his coffee.

"Yeah, I know." He replied.

"Where are you off to?" I asked him, trying to seem casual, although I knew it wasn't working.

"Las Vegas,"

"That's nice." I stirred my coffee around, copying what he did. "What did Karolina and your parents say?"

"Ummm... Karolina was sad. But she told me to make a song for her." Wow. Attention seeking whore. I wanted to scream in his face that she didn't and NEVER did cared about him. He's so naive. But I wish somebody would make a song for me."And my parents aren't exactly happy." He answered.

"Aren't you going to miss New York?"

"Obviously." He rolled his eyes.

"How long will you be gone for?"

"Two years... I don't know, maybe a bit longer because there are so many gigs. I don't know," he mumbled, sipping on his coffee.

"Who are you going with?"

"Tim, Dave, Mike and Dee"

"How did their family react?"

"Probably more supportive than my family," He sighed.

"Aren't your parents going to miss you?"

"What do you think? Genius" He laughed sarcastically.

"Are you going to miss anyone?" I asked, eager to know if he'd miss me or not.

"What's with all the questions, Delilah?" he shot back at me. "None of my business should even be worrying you. You don't have to know anything except the fact that my band is going around Canada and the states to try and get a shot at fame."

I nodded. I knew he wouldn't miss me, or even care for me. And I just had to accept that he was leaving. He was going to leave me heartbroken and he'd be happy travelling around, chasing his dreams. I could feel tears start to form in my eyes, and I hid behind a curtain of my hair so that he wouldn't see.

"It's not that I don't care for you Delilah, you know that right?" he asked.

"Do I?" I sniffed. He stared at me.

"Wait... Are you crying?" He asked.

"Do you think I am? You smart boy." I murmur. He stared at me for a bit longer. Then he decided to get up and move his chair beside mine.

"I'm sorry I made you cry. You know how I am. You're one of my closest friends that have to put up with my attitude, and I'm sorry that you do." He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him. "I'm going. My band is going. We're going out there to chase this dream. To know what the real world feels like. We can't just stay here and do nothing, it's pointless." He said.

"We're going out there to finally see some real stuff, to get a taste of fame. We just got signed to a record label, we're nearly there." He told me. "But forget about that for now. You probably don't know, but I really love you. I've had this giant crush on you since first grade. I thought you were the strangest person ever. And I thought that was awesome." He laughed, making me smile through the tears.

"But I'm going now. I'll leave you, but I won't forget you. You'll always be in my mind. I'm always here for you if you want me. You just have to let me go..." He whispered into my hair. I nodded uncertainly. "The band and I, we're leaving first thing in the morning. We're finally going to know what it feels like. I'll admit, it's exciting, but I'll never not miss you. I'll be back in two years, so don't worry." he assured me. I nodded again.

"I love you too," I whispered to him.

"I know." He looked over to the clock on the wall. "It's getting late, we should be going."

"Yeah," I agreed.

We stood up and walked towards the door. The air was cold around us, biting into my skin.

"Just remember, I'm always here if you need me." He said, pulling to him and kissing me on the forehead. I smiled up at him.

"I'm seriously going to miss you," I laughed, pulling him into a hug. Tears stung my eyes, and I let them roll freely off my cheek.

"Me too." He agreed, untangling himself from me. He stared at me for a second.

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"I didn't get a chance to check you out," he grinned. We laughed together. "Anyway, so long Delilah."

"You too, Tom." And with that, he walked off, blending into the darkness.


Eight months had gone by, and I'm still waiting.

We talk on the phone to each other, but it's not as good as seeing him face to face. It seems as If I've been waiting for a century, could I wait any longer? I don't know. But long distance relationships never work, according to Karolina, which is why she broke up with Tom.

I could hear the rain softly patter on my window, while the wind shrieked harsh words that filled the winter air. I stared out, watching as the granite coloured clouds drifted motionlessly in the air, casting a shadow over the City. The radio was on, although the connection here was rubbish, so it didn't sound good. "This is a new so-... I think you'll enj- this one... Called Hey th-... By the Plain White T's"

What a name, right? Plain White T's. How interesting. The guitar strums were played smoothly, and its rhythm was at a good speed. I nodded my head to the rhythm.

My breath caught in my throat as I heard the person on the radio singing. I recognised that voice...

"Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true..."

I smiled to the song, and I could see the tears blurring my vision. He made a song for me! Oh my. What was I going to say to him now?

"Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
close your eyes
listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side..."

I closed my eyes, listening to the mellow sound of his voice and the strumming of his guitar.

"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me..."

The tone of his voice made me laugh. It was similar to his usual bored tone. I think they cut off the second verse. It's the radio after all.

"A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame..."

I stared out the window, it was getting darker now. I lay in bed, listening to the song coming to an end.

"Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you..."

I closed my eyes, listening to his song to me. It was slowly putting me to sleep, like a lullaby. I could almost hear him, singing right next to me.

"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me..."

I drifted away to sleep, dreaming of Tom here beside me.

A/N: I do not own the song "Hey There Delilah". This song is made by the Plain White T's. I'm in LOVE with this song, so I decided to make up a story for it. Hope you enjoy. Review it!