Delilah had started to relax, she was going to sleep for the first time in what seemed like days. She had grabbed her pillow and was using it as a cuddle buddy, like she did when she was alone at home. Then, the music started.

Who was playing music? Delilah couldn't answer that. She knew the song, because her high-school boyfriend asked her to prom with it. That memory hurt her, and her hurt turned into a slight panic, that panic turned into rage, and before she knew it she was getting up from the bed. She balled her fists and opened her door, puffy eyes meeting Dante's. "Shut off the fucking guitar, before I tear it apart. Can I sleep for once?" Her tone was low, but threateningly so. She wanted to slap him, but she looked around and realized the others were probably around. "What do you want, Dante? Make it fast, I have things to do."