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Hey There Delilah
Published Aug 17, 2011


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Milii454

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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

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


Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah

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

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


Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah
Delilah Costas exited the hospital’s double doors, swinging them wide open. After hours on shift at the busy metropolitan hospital’s A and E department, the young intern was glad to be out in the sunshine and quiet, the distant rumble of the city below fading as she basked herself in the sunshine. The young woman was very pretty; olive skin and dark rich hair, almond eyes of a deep brown and a slender, tall body.

But appearance had never mattered to Delilah; it was her intelligence that she always took care of. She had earned herself top grades through high school and had found a job in a distant city as a bedpan cleaner and had slogged her way up into medical school, of which she had two years left.
Delilah spent a few more precious moments in the sunlight before walking to the subway station next door to the hospital and weaved her way through the evening commuters on the bustling platform to get a good spot by the subway’s doors.

She fought her way onto a seat and daydreamed to journey away, remembering long forgotten memories of distant, brighter places inspired by a billboard that had inconveniently been posted opposite her dingy apartment window.
The Plain Black T’s where coming into town, playing at the huge stadium and exclusively at Eugi's, tickets of which hadn’t been made widely available, only a chosen few sent directly from the band and the rest given to charities and schools.

Delilah was one of these lucky few.
The subway ground to a halt.

“Simerset station” the monotone voice called, static distorting the stations name.

Delilah got up from her seat and walked up the stairs, the sunset filtering through the glass doors of the subway entrance.

She pushed open the door and began the walk back to her building, enjoying the last of the days sunlight.
Delilah walked through her apartment door, greeted by the scent of freshly cooked food. She took a deep breath of appreciation and walked through to her bedroom, changing out of her coat and shoes. “Honey I’m home!” she jokingly called to her irish flate mate Josie as she went into the tiny kitchen; both flat mates were single, so this was their evening greeting to the other. Josie laughed and set down the dish of Goopy Carbonara on the counter top. She passed her flat mate a plate and sat down opposite her.

They ate in an appreciative silence. Josie finished first and she sat there, playing with her hands.

Delilah sighed, knowing what Josie wanted to talk about.

“Spit out what you want to say then Josie.”
“I still have the spare ticket....”

“I don’t want to go,” she frowned at Josie, “I’ve told you; I read about this exclusive show and I don’t want to be there! I don’t want to be around Tom!”

She got up and went to run a bath, her meal left unfinished.
She rested her head back against the bath tub rim, reflecting on what Josie was trying to get her to go too.

Josie was a massive Plain Black T’s fan and when Delilah had been sent the two tickets, she’d had no desire to go. She’d passed them onto her friend and left it at that.

However Josie wouldn’t let it drop; she wanted Delilah there, after all they were her tickets to a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Delilah had been sent the tickets because she personally knew the main singer of the band, Tom Wiggles. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, they’d been friends but something had got in the way and their relationship had been destroyed beyond repair, and Delilah had run away to medical school in the big city.
Shaking her head, she got out the tub and beat tracks to her room, in desperate need for some sleep. But sleep evaded her, the billboard outside her window advertising the concerts was glaring right at her and Tom’s face haunted her. In the end, unable to sleep, she got up and read, well aware that at the present moment, Tom was less than a mile away asleep in one of Bridgeport’s luxury hotels.

The morning dawned and Delilah set down her book. She heard Josie stirring in her room, waking up and getting ready for the day ahead. Delilah hurried into her room, bolting the door shut, not wanting to talk to her flatmate about the tickets any longer.
An hour later, she emerged slowly.

Josie was lounging on the sofa, watching the morning’s news. Delilah tried to sneak back into her room, but Josie’s voice stopped her.

“If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say that you were avoiding me.”
Her friends head spun around, her eyebrow raised. She stood up, walking over to her friend. She was dressed for work, her hair in a smart up do. She stopped in front of a frozen Delilah.

“I’m sorry about pestering you about the tickets.” She said, the slight Irish accent making her apology sound light but sincere.
“It’s ok” Delilah replied, “I’m sorry for being so dramatic.”

Her friend hugged her tightly.

“Now, don’t get mad, but I’m going to leave your ticket here, just in case you change your mind.”

Delilah opened her mouth to protest, but Josie raised her hand.

“It’s not up for debate; you might never see him again.”

Delilah looked downcast, evidently thinking. Josie looked at the clock behind Delilah’s head and gasped.

“Damn, I’m going to be late for work! Could you do my laundry for me, please? Thanks!”

And she left before waiting for Delilah’s answer.
Delilah spent her day off slogging around the apartment. She checked her email, finished the book she’d been reading and watched the TV for a few hours. Every time the news came on, she flicked over; the breaking story was about the Plain Black T’s being in town and she wasn’t in the mood to listen about them.

Before she knew it the clock chimed 4 and she realised that she still needed to do Josie’s laundry before she got home at 5.

She grabbed her own clothes for good measure and walked down to the only laundry store in Bridgeport.
“Larry’s Little Laundromat” was the last Laundromat in Bridgeport. A very grimy and dilapidated place, the small building had once been the pride and joy of Larry, the old owner. However the paint was now peeling, the broken washers sent to rust in the yards and the walls were grimy and dirty. Delilah walked through the creaking double doors and chose her machine; based purely on the one that would make the least amount of noise.

She poured in the powder and set the button, cowering away slightly in case the unruly machine decided to turn on her.
She took a seat on one of the rickety seats to wait out the hour for the machine to be done, daydreaming the time away. She soon noticed an elderly man watching her. He hobbled over to her and sat down next to her. “Penny for your thoughts love? What’s a pretty girl like you looking so down about?”

In truth, she’d been thinking about Tom. He’d been playing on her mind ever since she saw the posters go up for the concert.

She felt uneasy talking to a stranger; but after all, this was an elderly gentleman and after tonight she would probably never see again. What did she have to lose?
“I was thinking about a boy I used to date.” Delilah admitted sadly.

“That’s never a good idea. Hurt you badly did he?” The gentleman asked gently.

Delilah nodded the memory painful.

“Why don’t you talk about it? I don’t want to pry, but sometimes it can ease the pain.”

“I don’t know... I find it hard to talk about.”
“Well, how about I tell you a story.” The old man settled back in the fraying rattan chair, which creaked gently. Delilah, curious, listened intently.

“A very long time ago,” The gentleman began, “I owned this place. My name is Larry and I worked here for over half a century.”
“Owning a Laundromat is a very strange career for a man, but at the time nobody had their own washing machines or dryers so the Laundromat was a good investment on my part.”
“I spend my days washing other peoples dirty laundry; figuratively as well. Since the Laundromat was the only one in town at the time, it was the hub of gossip. Oh the things I was confided in during my time at the Laundromat, it’s made me a very good listener.”

“Although, as the time trotted on, the Laundromat lost its popularity. A big chain brought it up; the big boss came to do the deal personally. I stupidly agreed and sold this place on for a lump sum.” “But as you can see, they’ve struggled to maintain the place. A few years ago, they approached me again and asked if I wanted it back; they’d sell it to me at a decreased price. I wanted to take it back on so badly, it broke my heart to see it in this condition. But I had just had my hip replacement; I couldn’t take on all the work.

I still regret not buying it back; I could have easily paid somebody to do the work for me and this place does turn a small profit, enough for me to live comfortably. But I was stupid, and I didn’t take the chance. I won’t ever know what would have happened had I taken it on. I deeply regret it.”
Larry finished, sadness cast across his features.

“I’m sorry that you regret it Larry, truly sorry.” Delilah said quietly.

Larry nodded gently.

“My story is a bit like that, I regret doing something.”

“I’m a good, patient listener.” He responded.

Delilah took a deep breath and with a shaky breath, began her tale.

“When I was a young girl, I lived in Twinbrooke...”
“MOM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GO!” Delilah begged, her hands in a praying stance.

“You haven’t finished your packing! The taxi is booked for tomorrow and you need to be ready! I haven’t invested all this money in you so that you can waste your opportunity.” Her mother responded.

Delilah’s mother, Eva, was a stern woman, with a weathered Mediterranean face lined with deep wrinkles. However when she smiled, there was a sudden youthfulness about her and Delilah was the spitting image of her.

She’d raised Delilah alone, after her husband had died. They’d recently immigrated to the town from a distant land, and knowing very little of the language, Eva managed to get a job cutting vegetables in the diner and raising Delilah, slowly teaching her the language and culture of the new land. She fought to get her daughter into school, where she’d thrived and Eva had worked her way up to becoming head chef of the Bistro.
“Please mom! I promise you I’ll be home on time and get the packing done! I’ll even clean the house! I just want to say goodbye to Tom! PLEASE?!” Delilah threw in her last chips and waited with baited breath for her mother’s response. Eva sighed. Her daughter had always been persistent.

“Alright. But you need to do the bathroom as soon as you get home!”

“THANKYOU!” Delilah threw herself at her mom in happiness and hurried away before she could change her mind.
Tom and his parents lived on the other side of town on top of the hill. It took Delilah just over an hour to get there. When she arrived, she found Tom’s dad Robert working on his latest acquisition under the protection of the weeping willow tree; a well tuned Harley motorbike.

“Hey Robert!” She called out.

“Delilah! What a nice surprise!” Robert responded, genuine happiness in his eyes. Eva had raised Delilah to be a wonderful teen, always polite and helpful, never any trouble. She was the perfect friend for his rebellious son.

“Do you know where Tom is?” She asked.

“He’s on the back porch, playing his guitar. I’ll just go grab him, take a seat on the front porch.”
Tom walked out onto the porch and embraced his best friend. He was really upset that she had to go away; there was so much for them still to do! They still had to sneak into Red Rendezvous, egg old Mr. Darer’s house, swim in the lake at summer. They sat for a while, Tom talking about his new guitar. His father had dug it out the attic for him; it had been his grandfather’s. Tom was a natural and was picking it up quickly. He had a very raw, husky song voice as well, making him a brilliant musician.

Time passed and Delilah still had so much to tell him, but she needed to go. They stood up, awkward at the time of goodbye.
“Tom, I need to tell you something...” Delilah said hesitantly.

“What? Tell me.” He said, sounding concerned. They never hid anything from each other.

She kissed him gently on the lips.

“I love you.” She murmured.

“Erm... Ok....” Tom responded, unsure how to react.
Delilah felt her heart break. She assumed he loved her too! She ran from the house and all the way back to her own.

She flung herself down on the bed, tears running down her cheeks. Her hair unraveled and fanned out around her. Her mother, alerted by the noise, came in and seeing her daughter distressed she held her whilst she cried. Eventually she began to fall asleep, and Eva, angry at Tom for being a stupid boy, took her aggression out on the toilet with the scrubbing brush.
“And so it was only my mother there to say goodbye to me, not the man I loved. I’ve never seen him since. I regret kissing him; I ruined something brilliant.” Delilah finished her story, looking expectantly at Larry.

“So why were you thinking of him tonight?” Larry asked her.

“I was sent tickets to the Plain Black T’s concert by Tom, who’s the main singer. I don’t know if I should go though.” She said sadly.

“Do you still love him?”

She nodded.

“Then why the indecisiveness? Why should you regret what you did?”

“I don’t think he loves me.”

“He was a stupid boy! He probably did, feelings are normally mutual.”

Delilah nodded, Larry’s words sinking in.

“Don’t avoid doing anything that you’ll regret not doing in the future; you’ll never know unless you go and find out.”
Delilah ran through the door, the laundry bag banging against the back of her legs. She tore into her room and ripped open the wardrobe doors. She pulled out her prettiest dress, let down her hair and raced back into the dining room. Josie had left the spare ticket on the table, just as she said. Delilah grabbed it and hurried to the lift, impatiently stabbing the button. She was running late and late admission was not allowed. She just hoped that she could make it in time. She sidled up to her friend, who was sitting at the crowded bar, waiting for her drink to come. “Hey stranger!” She called over the noise of the music being played at the stage.

“Delilah!” Josie squealed, “You came!”

“A new friend convinced me to!”

Josie grinned at her friend as her drink arrived.

“A toast to your new friend then!” She shouted over the noise.

“No, a toast to not regretting anything.” She responded.
The dance floor was getting busier by the second and the band was only warming up. The earlier band had performed and now it was the turn of the Plain Black T’s. Delilah and Josie squeezed into an empty spot on the dance floor and spent the rest of the evening dancing away, laughing happily together. Tom soon took the mike for an announcement.

“Hey everybody! Thanks for coming tonight! This is our last song of the set, and it’s a brand new one. It’s called “Hey There Delilah”. Enjoy!”

Josie grabbed Delilah’s arm and thrust her to the front of the crowd. Delilah was in shock. Could this song honestly be about her?!

And Tom began to sing.
“Hey There Delilah, what’s it like in Bridgeport City?
I'm a thousand miles away,
But girl, tonight you look so pretty,
Yes you do,
Beckett Tower can't shine as bright as you,
I swear it's true.”

Delilah listened, in rapture by the song. It was about her, and Tom! It was like it was only the two of them in the room the way he was looking at her, singing to her! All too soon it was 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”
The audience applauded, stamped their feet and whistled in admiration. The band bowed and looked ecstatic.

Tom jumped off the stage and went straight to her.

“So, what did you think of the show? I’m glad that you came.” He said, grinning broadly, “Can we talk. Please?”
They found a booth and sat there in an awkward silence, such an intimate moment had just passed between them and it didn’t feel fitting to talk, like they both knew they should.

“What inspired you to compose the song then?” Delilah finally asked.
“You, of course.” He responded.

“Sounded like a love song though.” She said, a little defensively.

“That’s because it is.” He said gently.

“But... But, you don’t love me!” She squeaked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I do Delilah. I do love you.” He said with great compassion, “I was stupid! So, so stupid! I should have told you that I loved you back, years and years ago when you told me, but I was an idiot and didn’t think. I’ve always loved you Delilah!”

Delilah sat in silence.

“I regret not kissing you back. I regret not saying anything back. Wasting time.”
Delilah moved over to him.

“Well, you can always try and undo that regret.”
And after so many years of waiting, Tom kissed her back. Thanks for reading!

This little story has been on my mind for some time; obviously it’s not the true story behind “Hey There Delilah”, but I thought it would make a nice little Sims story and a nice bit of fluff.

I would like to take the chance to dedicate this it too everybody who’s just read “Delilah”, everybody who’s read “Monster” and to everybody who’s reading the “Eyes Open” series. I would especially like to dedicate this to everybody who’s comment on the series thus far; Spladoum (who was there from my first story attempt, thank you so much), Hellsaint, spitzmagic, martoele, urm0m, Em Emz Emmy, elmocookiesaregreat, halawi20021978, fabrizioammollo, funnybunny20, pumpkingoblin86, hallamber49, dpsharp, fruitopia, Simply.Informal, and taxa08. Thank you to all you guys, your comments have made me smile!

And lastly, a little credit to my longer suffering partner, whom always reads my stories and who unfortunately, the majority of the time, has to compete with Sims to get my attention. Sorry about that, and thanks for always sticking by me xx
Also, with thanks to all the amazing artists here at TSR whose items I have used!

Delilah’s Coat, images 1-6 is natef005’s ‘Stylish Spring!’

Josie’s Dress, images 42-45 is the dark blue version of Ekky_Sims’s ‘Flower Print Dresses’

Delilah’s Tracksuit bottoms, images 11–13 is ES3C’s ‘Bottoms 2611’

Delilah’s Top, images 31-39 is ‘TF Deco Beading 04’, however unfortunately I couldn’t find that artist

Josie’s Dress, images 42-45 is Ekky_Sims’s ‘Cuba Dress’

Delilah’s Dress, images 40-51 is Ekky_Sim’s ‘Fluid Dynamic Dress’

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#8urm0mAug 19, 2011

So cute!

#9martoeleAug 19, 2011

Hey, that was a very nice short story! \:wub\:  Good adviser is this Frank and she's got a great friend in Josie.... and as an extra bonus... Tom's love! \:rah\:  Nicely written. Congratulations on the feature! \:cool\:

#10anura32Aug 19, 2011

Very Nice...

#11fabrizioammolloAug 19, 2011

This is a very sweet story! I'm glad she have been so wise to accept a good advice. Congrats on being featured! \:\)

#12MangioAug 20, 2011

Congrats on the feature \:rah\: I'm glad Larry told her to take the risk.. otherwise she'd miss out on something so special. I love your interpretation and the use of lyrics \:wub\: 

#13fruitopiaVIPAug 20, 2011

I am so happy for Delilah.  Congrats on the feature.

#14melaniecoxVIPAug 21, 2011

Nice story.
 

#15RavenRave95Aug 24, 2011

too cute.
 

#16clairepitts1994Aug 31, 2011

Great story!! I LOVE the way you write! So easy to read and get caught up in the story!! Ahh! Wonderful! Can't wait to read more from you! Keep writing! \:D \:rah\:

#17Rawr_Is_I_Love_UDec 30, 2011

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