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[b]Location:[/b] Lala’s Living Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b]Julie, brief wave to Lala [@Lovely Complex][hr][/center]

Upon arrival, Delilah had instantly found herself right in the middle of conversation with a blonde girl of similar height to hers that she’d never seen before. 

[i][color=b3446c][b]“Are you french?”[/b][/color][/i] the girl had said as she’d pranced on over in her direction. Up next, she’d introduced herself as Julie, and rambled on to explain that she was used to the amount of people, the reason everyone was in Colorado in the first place, and then mentioned the most surprising bit of information: they were from LA. 

Before Lila could say anything, Lala called out her name, to which Lila responded by giving her a wave. Their hostess made a comment about her guests, and Julie immediately jumped up in defense of her hometown, topped with a possible invitation to visit them.

[color=violet]“You know what’s crazy?”[/color] Lila told Julie, giving her one of her signature big, bright smiles. [color=violet]“My cousin Audrey’s from LA as well! Audrey Huntsberg, from Beverly Hills High? She was the school’s dance team captain these last two years? [i]Everybody[/i] knows her, if you go to that school that is. She graduated this year, though. [i]And[/i] she got knocked up by Alexandros Mossos. I don’t know if that helps.”[/color]

Before the girl named Julie could reply, they were interrupted by a few other of Lila’s classmates arriving. Taking advantage of the distraction, the short girl navigated through the gaggle of girls at Lala’s living room until she eventually found a seat in a big recliner chair in the corner of the room. Sighing, she plopped down on it, and immediately felt her small figure being sucked into the plushy material. Whereas in other circumstances this would annoy her, the recliner felt like it was giving Lila the hug she needed.

Along her short walk to the recliner, she’d heard discussion about the girls and their respective dates. This particular topic was currently touchy one for Lila at the moment.  As an organizer, she was obliged to go to the upcoming winter dance. But, for the first time in her school history, the tiny brunette was not thrilled to attend. 

See, there was a [i]very[/i] particular reason as to [i]why[/i] Delilah was feeling this type of way. For the past few months, Lila had been getting cozy with Westworth High’s football star and all-American golden boy Ryan Townsend. The two had known each other since kindergarten, and the green-eyed girl had harbored a crush on the blue-eyed boy even back then. These feelings had been somewhat tainted with pain back in seventh grade when he’d attempted to date fellow classmate Rachel Watts, but they had quickly gone back to the way they were after the relationship failed. Though the two had always been friendly towards each other -after all, Westworth was a small town- , it was only in the last few months that things had been changing. Ryan and Lila had been talking more often, and spending time together after school. The pair were pretty much dating, but without the actual title. It was Ryan who had yet to ask the question of if she wanted to officially be his girlfriend, and had [i]also[/i] yet to ask her to attend the winter dance with him. To Lila, this gave her the feeling that maybe Ryan wasn’t as into her as she was with him, and that maybe those make-out sessions didn’t mean the same to him. And the thought of not only being without a date for the dance, but the possibility that Ryan was using her -and, yes, her period- was making the tiny young woman want nothing else than to sit on the recliner and cry.