"Good morning." Delilah mumbles politely with a scratchy voice from crying the night before as she sits down at the breakfast table.

David and Marcy both him in acknowledgement as Marcy gives Delilah a plate.

"Don't play with your food." David scolds as Delilah solemnly pushes the eggs around her plate with her fork.

The young girl sighs and mutters an apology before beginning to eat.

"You're falling behind on your school work. You've barely done any all week. Your mother called and told me she just got an email from whatever it is you do that stuff on." Marcy gives Delilah a pointed look with raised eyebrows and Delilah nods.

"I know, my laptops not working right... that's why I asked if someone could take me to the store yesterday." She mutters, remembering how she'd been completely ignored.

"Don't try to blame this on us, Delilah. You need to be taking care of things like this. We can't just drop everything and do whatever you need." David says harshly.

"I'm trying to take care of it but I can't fix my own laptop." Delilah mumbles, blue eyes casting down to her lap as tears begin to fill them. "M sorry."

Marcy sighs. "Stop your mumbling and whimpering." She scolds. "One of the young men in the house next door works in some sort of computer shop, why don't you bring your laptop over there and see if they can help."

"You- you want me to j-just go over and-"

"Quit stuttering! Geez, it's almost as annoying as that obnoxious hair of yours." David interrupts.

Delilah wipes away the tears beading under her eyes and nods, apologizing.

"They're nice, just take the damn thing over there and ask if they can help." Marcy speaks harshly with narrowed eyes.

"Th-they're strangers- and men..." Delilah mutters, voice whimpering and weak.

"Don't be so childish. You're computer needs fixed. If they can't I'll take you to the shop tomorrow."

"Cant we just go to the shop?"

"That costs money, Delilah! Why would you do that if one of the neighbors can help?" Marcy spits. Delilah starts crying, hiding her face under her long pink hair as she desperately tries to wipe away the tears, knowing the two will only be even more mad if they see her crying.

"C-can you at-at least come w-with?" She whimpers.

"You are not a child! You can walk to the neighbors house and ask for help on your own!" Marcys harsh, high pitched voice ridicules.

Delilah stands from the table and runs to her room, closing the door and sitting on the bed to sob some more. Only two weeks here and she's already miserable.

"I mean it Delilah! Quit your over sensitive blubbering and take that lap top to the neighbors!" David yells from the kitchen.

"I-I will!" Delilah calls back, gathering herself before anxiously grabbing the laptop.

What's gonna happen? Are they nice? How many of them are there? Is it all men?

Was that man she saw the other day one of them?

Delilah checks the mirror to see how obvious it is she has been crying.

After deciding she looks okay, she shakily exits her room.

"They're the black and white house." Marcy reminds as Delilah heads for the door.

"P-please come with?" Delilah attempts once more.

"Delilah-" David begins to yell, but the small girl quickly exits the house and shuts the door before she starts crying again.

Her teary blue eyes glance to the black and white house two down and begins walking, nervously clutching the laptop tightly to her chest as she attempts to keep her breaths deep and steady.

She steps up to the porch shakily and stands, heart pounding and breathing heavy as she tries to calm her nerves. The timid girl is ready to turn around and say they couldn't fix it when the door opens to a tall man with curly honey colored hair and tan skin.

He smiles with nearly comically sparkling white teeth. Delilah stares wide eyes- realizing with embarrassment later that she most likely looks like a gaping fish out of water- as she admired his hazel eyes and gorgeous features.

"Hi, hon, can I do something for ya?" He speaks with a thick Australian accent.

"I-I- um... my- um laptop- it- my grandmother- she uh- said- I-" Delilah tries to get out and the man chuckles.

"Your laptop? Who's your grandmother?"

"M-Marcy." Delilah looks down embarrassedly, tears filling the poor girl's eyes once again.

"Ah, ok. Is something wrong with your laptop?"

"Y-yes. She sa-said someone here mi-might be able to uh-fix it? If n-not it's okay but I-"

"Let me see, love. Mikey!" The man cuts the little girl off.

"Yea?" Another Australian voice calls, coming to the door, then smiling. "Who's this? I like your hair."

Delilahs surprised by the handsome man and his hair, which is spiky and colored in galaxy colors.

"D-Delilah... thankyou." she answers.

"I'm ashton, and this is Michael, honey."

"Hi."

"She's Marcy and davids granddaughter."

"Didn't know they even had kids?" Mikey replies. "They must make tough grandparents."

Delilah giggles and nods, tears forgotten, mostly.

"Cutie." Mikey laughs. "So what's up with your laptop?"

"It uh- keeps shutting down a-after a couple minutes of turning it on. It's charged- and I've t-tried completely shutting it down and all that. I uh- can't do my home sch-schooling until it's fixed." Delilah explains shyly, hoping she doesn't sound dumb.

"Hmm, can I see?" Delilah hands the device over to the man and stands shyly and awkwardly. "I'm gonna go get my stuff." The brightly colored man runs up the nearby stairs.

"Why don't you come in, princess?" The pale girl's cheeks blush bright red and she nods, following the older man into the living room.

"You want me to get you anything, hon?"

"No thankyou, sir, I'm okay." Ashton has to hold himself back from smirking and telling her what a good girl she is.

"Alright. You can sit down, love, Mikey should be back in a minute, he's just grabbing his nerd bag." Ashton says as he sits down on the couch, and Delilah sits in front of him.

"Geek, not nerd!" Michael glares at Ashton as he comes back in with a bag and the laptop and sits next to Delilah, getting out some tools and messing with the laptop.

Delilah doesn't pay much attention, though, too focused on the familiar raven haired man who traipses into the kitchen sleepily, in his boxers. She gasps and quickly draws her eyes back to her lap, but glances over once more.

"Calum! We have a little girl in the house, go put some clothes on!" Ashton scolds as he stands and tries to push the younger boy out of sight.

"Who?" He looks to Delilah and he smirks as they make eye contact.

"Put on some clothes, Calum." Mikey mumbles distractedly.

"Ok, ok." He runs up the stairs and comes back minutes later, walking straight up to Delilah and holding out his hand.

"Hi, beautiful. I'm Calum."

"D-Delilah." She giggles shyly, nervously, and shrinks back into herself a bit.

"Gorgeous name, gorgeous girl." He flirts, accent just as charming as his roommates'. Delilah blushes and shys away further.

"Calum, quit flirting, you're making the little one nervous." A new- also Australian- voice says.

A tall blonde- seemingly taller than the others- stands in the doorway, admiring the young girl.

"I'm Luke, doll."

"Like you're any better!" Calum accuses.