"Delilah," Noah calls me as I lay upside dowm on the couch, mindlessly binge watching Friends for the millionth time. "Yeah," I yell, chewing my Doritos with obvious relish. My hair looks like a rat's nest and I'm wearing friken sweatpants - but its okay, cos I have nothing better to do plus Noah saw me drugged with a panda face of mascara and drool running down my chin, it can't get more embarrassing than that. "You wanna go on a date, Della?" I freeze, my mouth stops chewing and I unceremoniously swallow the Doritos in my mouth. "Noah!" I complain, whining; "I have to look presentable for my first real date. I don't look anywhere close to presentable right now." He rolls his eyes as he comes into view,"We've been dating ever since that day on the roof. Why is none of those dates counting
