THIS IS THE REVISED VERSION, IF YOU ALREADY READ MY ORIGINAL CHAPTER TWO GO BACK TO CHAPTER TWO ON THIS AND READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE. Dont forget to review, they help so much!

A puff of flower went up in Sally's face as she poured in the chocolate chips into the mixing bowl.

She shot a glare in the direction of Jenny's snickering laugh. "Shut up."

Jenny pressed her lips together, clearly still trying not laugh, "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll still taste great." Jenny reached into the mix and swiped her finger through the batter.

"Stop! We're not going to have any to eat."

"See it tastes great," Jenny nodded knowingly while her fingers again trying to sneak their way into the batter.

Sally intercepted her, "No." She turned around and shoved a spoonful into her mouth.

"Oh. My. Gosh. You just did it," Jenny cried indignantly.

"I can. I'm cooking them," Sally smirked.

She turned around and dragged another finger through the gooey batter with a grin.

"Mommy, mommy try this," a little cried from her spot at the kitchen counter. She stood on an old chair, not quite tall enough to reach the top herself. Curls of brown hair were pulled of her face with a bright blue ribbon.

"Let's see," her mother said, walking up and swiping a finger through it. "Hmmm…"

The girl's blue eyes widened, making the flecks of green nearly visible. She was leaning so far forward in anticipation, it seemed she was about to fall of the chair. "Yes…." The girl stared at her mom waiting for an answer, her brown hair which usually fell down her back in a satiny sheet was pulled on top of her head with a purple clip.

"Yum," the mother said. "But I have a secret for you," she said, leaning foward. Her breath felt warm as she whispered in Sally's ear and she smelt like vanilla, "See this?" She opened her hand, reveling a small package of cream cheese.

The girl nodded excitedly.

"If you use this, I promise you, your cookies will always be perfect."

"Really?"

"Really really," the mom nodded, smearing cookie dough on her nose.

The girl giggled and tried to lick off the batter with her tongue, her mom giggling in the background.

Sally smiled, remembering one of her only memories of her mother. Sally looked nothing like her mother besides their hair the same color as coffee. Sally's mom's hair was straight as a ruler and her almond shaped eyes were the prettiest shade of hazel, that much she knew from pictures.

She placed the cookies in the oven and sat in front of them watching them rise. She would always do this when she and her mom made cookies and her mom would always get mad at her about radiation and other things that four-year olds can't understand. Watching the cookies change from a gooey (but delicious mess) to the golden-brown morsels she loved was always worth a scolding, it was magic.

Kim sat down next her on the linoleum floor, "I can smell them already."

Jenny sat down on her other side, "Can we take them out yet?"

"Five minutes," Sally said, not taking her eyes off the bubbling cookies.

They sat in a comfortable silence, leaning against each other waiting for the five minutes to be up.

Sally remembered the first time she had met Kim and Jenny, she'd never been so scared scared in her life.

Jenny nudged Kim, "Kimmy, who's that?" she asked, gesturing to the quiet girl in the corner with her brown hair in messy curls.

"I dunno Jenny, I think she's new," Kim said, her wheat-colored braids swaying as she shook her head.

"She looks sad. Lets go talk to her," Jenny insisted, grabbing Kim's hand and dragging her over to the girl. "Hey."

The girl's head shot up. "Hi," she stuttered out.

"I'm Jenny and this is Kimmy. Are you new? Where are you from? What's your name?" Jenny babbled on.

The girl nervously smoothed down the skirt of her dress, there was a stain near the hem. "I'm Sally, I just moved here from Nebraska."

"Where's that?" Jenny questioned, her brown eyes widening.

"Its in the middle of the country, Jenny," Kim said, covering Jenny's mouth. "Now shhh."

Ignoring Jenny's muffled protests, Kim asked, "How old are you?"

"I just turned six," she softly replied, wringing her hands.

Kim placed a hand on Sally's nervous hands, "You should play with us at recess."

"Really?" Sally asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we play queens," Jenny agreed, virgourously shaking her head, her copper ringlets bouncing on her shoulders. "Not princesses," she emphasized. "Queens."

"Awesome," Sally said, giving a toothy grin.

Ding

The timer went off and Sally jumped up and pulled the cookies out of the oven. The chocolate chips were morsels of heaven and the cookies were barely holding together in time to get them into their mouths, they melted on impact.

"This might be my favorite batch of cookies you've ever made, Sally," Kim said with a contented sigh.

"I second that notion," Jenny said, her cheeks bulging with cookies, crumbs collecting in the corners of her mouth. "And clearly there were plenty chocolate chips to go around," she muttered.

Sally stared at Jenny's sleeping figure, her chest slowly rising and falling.

Careful to not wake her up, Sally slipped on a pair of flip-flops and threw on shorts and an old T-shirt. She peeked in on Kim, who was sprawled out across the bed, softly snoring. Sally grabbed a tuber ware full of left over cookies and ran all the way to the beach where the sky looked like a child's painting, with the brights of pinks and blues and fluffy white clouds drifting across the sky. She swear she saw a pair of green fins ripple across the surface of the water. Sally attributed it to lack of sleep and laid down in the soft sand, the surf just close enough to wet her toes.

"Cookies were overall the best beach snack by far," she mused aloud.

"I'd agree," said a deep voice next to her.

Sally jumped a few feet in the air and was just about ready to bolt, when the guy put his hands up in a surrendering position. "Oh gods, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."

And for the first time Sally got a really good look at the stranger, he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. People say men can't be beautiful but this one was. His hair was perfectly windswept and he had a face that artists would sell their souls to sculpt. And his eyes, oh his eyes, they seemed as deep as the ocean itself and just as green.

I like this chapter a lot better than my previous one. Please review and check out some of my other stories, for those of you in the states I'm writing a thanksgiving one-shot on my story Everyday I will Love You.