#ydis

Del didn’t drink. Well, she did - but not like this. Not so much so that she could hardly stumble around on her skyhigh heels and had to really, really focus to not slur her words. But tonight, she’d just drank - and she had to admit it felt good, to let loose once in a while. To forget about all the shit that still managed to affect her life, years later. But tonight, nothing mattered except the next drink.

She was at a bar, by herself, in a flaming red dress and lipstick that matched. She looked drop dead gorgeous, and judging by the number of drink offers she got, the guys there agreed. If was nice, for once, to cut everything loose and be just what these guys expected - their dream girl. Del had laughed with them, done shots, and had danced with more than a few. But now, the glamour and facade of the night was wearing thin; her head hurt, she could hardly walk, and all she wanted to do was sleep. 

Somehow managing to fight off the numerous offers to take her home, Del wobbled into the cool late summer night, glancing around for a taxi. Thankfully, there were taxi drivers who were smart enough to loiter around in the hopes of taking drunk-off-their-ass people like her. Del stumbled into the first taxi she saw, collapsing into the backseat and saying the first address that came to mind. She was proud of herself for even remembering an address, if she was being honest. 

A short ride later, the cab stopped in front of a building - not her building, she realized, after staring at the familiar but not quite right building for a few moments. No, not hers - Finn’s. Somehow, in her state, she’d managed to spill out Finn’s address instead of hers. Del fumbled in her purse and pulled out a twenty, handing it to the driver before climbing unsteadily out of the car and making her way towards the door. 

She pulled out her phone, staring blearily at it as she tried to make her way, somehow, into a call with Finn. Unable to even really comprehend or read, Del gave up and just walked to his door, ringing the doorbell once - then twice and three times and then just mashing it in the hopes that Finn would wake up and answer it. Finally, the door opened, and a very sleepy and very annoyed Finn appeared. Del tried her best to look sorry and sober, but she was certain she looked like a mess - in skyscraper heels, a tight, very slutty dress, and dolled up. Still, Del knew that Finn would take care of her, no matter what state she was in. 

"I’m sorry -" she started, trying to explain, but her voice trailed off, not really sure where she was going with that sentence. Glancing up at him, with his mussed up hair and sleepy eyes, she could only offer him a half-hearted smile and shrug. "Somehow I ended up here. Somehow I always end up here. I guess you’re my safe place.”

Finn had gone to sleep early that night, not seeing any reason in staying up considering Julie had this sleepover with a few of her girlfriends. He could never remember their names, but only because three were named Jenny- all spelled differently- and he was certain they were all the same person in the same body. Though Finn never judged, because that wasn't like him and also because he did care for Julie and wanted her to have a good time with her friends. It was sweet, the way she was so invested in the people in her life.

But then Finn found himself with nothing to do; he read some, watched some Netflix- as he always did- and retired to bed with a warm cup of tea and his remote to fall asleep to the buzz of the television. And then his night took a change for the better or worse, he couldn't decide, as he was ripped from his sleep once someone began continuously knocking on his door. It wouldn't be Jules, she had a key. His mother- no, not her. 

By the time he finally had his clothes back on and made his way for the door, he thought the person on the other end might just go ahead and break it down. Impatient, he thought before opening the heavy door that revealed none other than Delaney Ryan. The first thing he noticed was the dress, and then his eyes worked his way back up and despite her immense beauty that could have rendered him speechless, she was drunk.

"Del?" He muttered, his voice scratchy and clearly not awake still. Finn rubbed a hand over his face, trying to clear the sleepiness that has yet to dissolve away from his features. And then she started talking, and Finn wasn't sure to reach out a hand to steady her or not, though he waited until she was finished. "Somehow I always end up here. I guess you’re my safe place." Finn smiled slightly, though it was more sad than happy. "Don't apologize, you're always welcome here. Come on in," He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped walk her into the living room before shutting the door behind them. 

Countless of times, Finn has been in just the state that Del was in right then. The memories filled his head with regret and wanting nothing else than for Del not to fall into the world of drinking as he had. Though, he's sure one night with a few too many wasn't going to affect her like it would him. "Hey, let's get you to the couch, alright?" He asked, though he was already leading her there. It was impressive, how she was still able to walk in those massive high heels. 

Too tired to even think properly, but I am still managing to think soooo..

Why does it feel so complicated when it comes to making or keeping friends?  I've had a good amount, I know I have, but then I slowly lost contact with them and then it got to the point I was down to 0 friends again.

Like .. I don't mean to stop talking to people but sometimes I just do?  And then I sit around for a week or two wondering what i'm supposed to be doing then I realize I haven't spoken to so and so for a while .. But then it's been so long that I feel too awkward to say anything.

And thus the cycle continues.

(( so what if Piko had a sockpuppet of Oliver to take it whenever Oliver got really annoying and he takes it out to mock.

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