the last part (part 17)

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george:
smooth one dude, very smooth.

nick:
i thought it was cute!

delilah:
you think everything is cute, nick.

nick:
don't fault me for that! it is a good trait to have!

delilah:
i know nick, i know. 
(laughs)
i am going to make some popcorn, everyone want some?


we all agree we want some popcorn, because why the hell not. she kisses my cheek then walks into the kitchen. george and nick look at me again... they need to seriously stop doing that. it scares the living hell out off my.


nick:
she is head over heels for you, dude.

george:
we can't ignore how he is literally in LOVE with her, have you seen the way he looks at her?

clay:
guys, stop it. you are too much to handle.

george:
he is blushing! 

clay:
stop it! 
(wheezes)

nick:
can i talk to you, clay? we will be right back george, okay?

clay:
yeah for sure, let's head up to my room.

george:
yeah, go for it. i will go and check out what lilah is doing in the kitchen.


me and nick walk up to my room, i wonder what he wants to talk about? he is never usually serious.

i open the door and plop down on my bed, nick closes the door and sits in my gaming chair.


clay:
what do you want to talk about?

nick:
i have known you for a super long time, clay. almost eight years, we are very close... right?

clay:
yeah for sure, nick. you are like a brother to me. 

nick:
likewise, so now you have to trust me when i say this okay?

clay:
yeah dude, i trust you.

nick:
you need to ask out delilah.

clay:
yeah i know, i just need a plan.

nick:
and that is why i pulled you aside. let's plan this together.


delilah's pov

 meanwhile in the kitchen;


delilah:
george? i thought you and nick were picking out the movie?

george:
yeah we were going too, but clay and nick went to go and talk about something.

delilah:
huh, weird. 

george:
that's what i thought. anyways, whatcha doin?

delilah:
making popcorn. you want to help?

george:
i don't know, i am a bad cook.

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