It had been a couple of days since Halloween. Delilah never dealt well rejection so she spent a lot of time silently plotting whilst acting like nothing had ever happened. Rufus had found the burned remains of the severed head in the garden just a few hours after it had been thrown out of the window. He said nothing, deciding he couldn't be bothered to deal with a crazy girl.

Delilah walked downstairs, half asleep, wearing the slutty dress she 'borrowed' from the woman she killed when she had gone on her shopping trip not so long ago.

"Morning," she murmured to Baby who was sitting in the living room, watching Grandpa Hugo swear at the T.V.

"Mornin'," Baby replied.

"Ah, to fuck with mornin's, never did anyone any fuckin' good." Grandpa Hugo grumbled.

"You see that," Delilah put extra emphasis on the that. "Is why I never say morning to you."

"Whatever, mornin's are still as shit as they'll ever fuckin' be!" he continued his grumbling a lot quieter then before. Delilah wasn't sure if he was still talking to her or not.

She sat down next to Baby and gave a small yawn. Delilah decided that Grandpa Hugo was right with something, morning's are pretty shit, she hated feeling tired and run down. Hated yawning randomly. Hated looking like shit when she couldn't be bothered to brush her hair before going downstairs.

Today she had though, she had also done so yesterday, and the day before that. This was because she was making an effort to not look like shit in the mornings. Making the effort to try and look good even when she was feeling half dead. This was mainly because of her 'slight attraction' to Otis, whom seemed to hate her enough already. Delilah hated that fact that Otis pretty much despised her and had no clue on what to do about it. She could easily plan to kill him, or to just severely maim him. But when it came to trying to show him that she felt for him, or trying to get him to feel the same, she might as well have the IQ of plankton.

Delilah sighed to herself, she really couldn't be bothered to think about things like that when she was tired.

"Mornin'," Mama then called as she walked downstairs. This made Grandpa Hugo start grumbling again.

"Mornin'," Delilah and Baby said in unison. Mama traipsed into the kitchen, probably to make breakfast.

Mama and Delilah had made a deal after the first time Delilah had cooked. They would exchange that days on which on of them would cook the meals for the day just because it seemed like a good idea.

Delilah would find it a pain in the ass some mornings but over all she enjoyed cooking so didn't really complain much. She was used to it after her time in the foster home where she had met Matt.

She was glad she wasn't making breakfast this morning since she had stayed up late reading and plotting.

Rufus walked through the front door, closely followed by Tiny. Rufus slumped in a plush chair in the corner of the room where as Tiny made a beeline to the sofa where Delilah and Baby were sitting.

"Morning Tiny," Delilah said, slightly more cheerily then any other morning's she had said that day. She liked Tiny. He was nice and good to talk, or write, to especially since he seemed a lot brighter that some of the others.

Tiny pulled out a notepad and started to write a reply to Delilah. The room was strangely quiet, except for the noise of the TV, Grandpa Hugo's occasional grumbling and swearing and the sound of pen on paper as Delilah and Tiny continued their conversation.

Suddenly a loud snore came from across the room. Rufus had fallen asleep in his chair. The two girls giggled and started whispering to each other. Baby eventually stood up and took the pen away from Tiny. She snook over to Rufus and start to scribble on his face and arms, giggling as she did so.

"Shush Baby! He might wake up!" Delilah hissed trying not to giggle herself. She eventually failed, miserably.

Rufus started to stir, making a weird snuffly noise whilst he did so. Baby jumped back and

dashed to the sofa. The gratified man then awoke slowly and the two girl started yet another chorus of giggles.

"OK, what the fuck did you do?" He grumbled.

"Noooothin'!" Baby chirped. "Well, nothin' that you need to know anyways!" She then grinned mischievously.

"Seriously, what the fuck did you two do?"

"I told you, nothin' that you need to know!"

Delilah gave in, deciding that it would be much funnier to see Rufus' reaction when he saw his face rather then just annoying him with it.

"You've got something on your... urm... face, there," she said, trying to keep a straight face. "You should probably go, well, take a look at it,"

Rufus sighed and shook his head before clambering off of his chair and going to find a mirror.

"Aw! Why'd you do that?" Baby asked in an annoyed tone.

"Oh come on! It'll be much funnier when he finds out, believe me!" Delilah then retaliated before both of them burst out into giggles again.

The giggles died off quite quickly leaving the room silent, Baby stood up and skipped into the kitchen and Tiny retrieved his pen and started to scribble furiously. He eventually passed Delilah the note book which he had been writing on. He had only written three words. They managed to take up the whole page and get the message across perfectly.

You and Otis?

Delilah sighed, not really knowing how to respond. She would hate to suddenly go all girly,

write some long sob story and end up crying. No, she was way better then that. So she grabbed the pen and wrote her reply quickly.

I don't get what you mean!

Tiny read it, gave Delilah an exasperated look and turned back to the paper.

You like him don't you?

Delilah growled quietly, how the hell did Tiny know? She had tried to make the fact that she liked him as hidden as possible. Obviously she had failed.

Maybe.

This was the vaguest answer that she could think of. Of course she wasn't going to say that she did, that would make her look dumb, even so she couldn't quite bring herself to say that she didn't.

Yeah, I know you do, no one else might but it's obvious to me. Don't worry though, I won't say a thing.

The irony of Tiny's reply made Delilah laugh even though she was annoyed that he knew of her 'little crush'. Delilah couldn't think of anything to say to that so the conversation was left there. Even so Delilah kept the note pad and pen for a while so she could draw on a spare page. Yet again the rooms was silent except for the noise of the pen on paper.

Suddenly a loud noise ran through the house, making both Delilah jump. It was Rufus, yelling in rage. Baby dashed back into the living room giggling loudly.

"He's seen his face! Hasn't he?" she squealed. Rufus charged in, looking like a bull that someone had just been tormenting.

"Who the fuck did this!" he yelled, referring to his gratified face. "I'm gonna fucking kill the shit who did this!"

Delilah, Baby and Tiny sat in silence. Not knowing what to say.

"Who the fuck did this!" he yelled again, all three of them pointed at one and other silently.

"You lot are fucking retards!" he stated before he stormed out of the room, probably to go wash his face.

Mama walked in with a curious look on her face. She had probably heard Rufus yelling so that would be the reason why.

"So, what's been going on then?" she asked. Delilah and Baby burst into giggles and Tiny just shook his head as if he was going to say 'just don't ask'.

"OK, I'll just have to find out later," she was about to walk back into the kitchen when she suddenly realised something. "Breakfast is nearly ready so, Delilah, could you go get Otis and RJ?"

Delilah sighed and stood up. She knew that this wasn't a question, it was an order. She dragged herself out of the room and up the stairs very noisily.

The moment she was out of sight Baby turned to Tiny, grabbed the note book and pen and started reading over the previous conversation with a girly grin on her face.

"So, I take it that everything is working well with Delilah?" she asked, Tiny nodded as he started writing on the paper.

How's it going with Otis?

Baby sighed, it wasn't going well at all. But she didn't mind, she would just have to keep pestering him and them he would finally break.

Not well. But we'll have him soon!

She giggled as she wrote, sooner or later this little plan would work out, they just had to wait.

The first thing Delilah did when she was upstairs was to go check to see if Rufus was in the

bathroom and if he was still trying to clean his face. To no surprise he was.

"Hey, RJ, Mama wants you down for breakfast,"

"Fuck off Delilah," Rufus spat.

"Now really!" Delilah huffed. "You're just being immature now!"

"Says the one who drew on my face!"

"No, no, no! It was Baby who did the drawings, I just came up with the idea!"

"Well you still had a hand in it didn't you!"

"Touché..." Delilah admitted that this would be an argument that she would win. Oh well. "Anyways, want some help getting that shit off?" She asked, grabbing a flannel.

"Sure, whatever get it off quicker."

Delilah started scrubbing at Rufus' face violently. The drawings came off quicker the expected. Once the majority of them were gone, see pushed the flannel into his hand and left him to get the rest off.

Delilah heard Rufus thunder downstairs as she quietly walked to Otis' room. She slipped inside, deciding on how she wanted to wake him up. She saw a girls shoe in the middle of the room. She picked it up, deciding if it was of decent weight. It was.

Delilah then snook over to Otis' bed, readying herself for hitting the sleeping man round the face with it. The shoe was an extremely girly, pink high-heel. God only knew whom it belonged to.

Delilah lifted the girly shoe up and whacked Otis with it. He awoke with a start, sitting bolt- upright in bed.

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

"Good morning," Delilah grinned as the male shot her a death glare.

"Why the FUCK did you do that!" He hissed.

"Well, I couldn't decide how to wake you up, so when I saw this charming shoe on the floor I though I would use that." She stated, matter-of-factly.

"Why the fuck did you wake me up,"

"Mama told me to," Delilah then said whilst shrugging her shoulders.

Otis growled, clambering out of bed as he did so. Delilah was surprised, and a little bit pleased, to see that he was shirtless. She suddenly realised that she must have been staring when she heard Otis growl in annoyance

"Why you starin' slut?" He growled menacingly.

"Was I? I didn't notice, how silly of me," she glared at him.

"Get out,"

"Oh now don't start this again!"

"Get out,"

"Why should I?"

The conversation didn't really branch off from that. Neither of the two were yelling; even so, they were 'talking' loudly enough so they wouldn't hear Baby dash upstairs. Baby was going to 'break Otis' as part of her and Tiny's little plan. She made sure that neither of the two were facing the door, pulled a key out of her cleavage, grabbed the door handle, slammed it shut and finally locked it.

"What the fuck!" She heard Delilah yell whilst banging in the door.

Baby giggled to herself and ran back downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Mama, Otis and Delilah aren't gonna be joining us for breakfast, OK?"

Mama gave Baby and knowing nod and started to dish up breakfast

A/N: Oooooo what could Tiny and Baby's little plan be then? Take a guess if it's not obvious XD So that just leave Delilah and Otis locked in a room together... I think things can only go downhill from here then! Oh and if you want to see the next chapter you'll have to review it so far since I would really love some more reviews... otherwise I'll send Delilah after you... oh and btw, the next chapter isn't on deviant art either so you will have to review if you want to see! No cheating this time!