Nellie's POV

I sighed as I continued to amuse myself by tapping my heels on the floor to the tune of "My Friends", which had strangely become stuck in my head. I began to drum my fingers on the kitchen table along with the tapping of my heels.

I had been sitting at the kitchen table for the past half hour, waiting for Mr. Todd – Sweeney – to wake up. Or was he awake and just couldn't be bothered to come down?

Either way, I was waiting for him. I needed to talk to him about something.

I let out a frustrated sigh and finally stood up. I walked over to the window that overlooked the beach. Living with Sweeney wasn't at all like I imagined. What had happened? He had been so kind and compassionate and…loving, that night in the bake house. Or was he just using me as a shoulder to cry on? What if he didn't really mean all he did and said?

Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought. I raised my hand to wipe them away, and then I stopped. I hadn't cried once the whole time we'd been here, although I'd had many things to cry about. I just stood there and let the tear roll down my cheeks, emotions overflowing me.

"Mrs. Lovett?"

I spun around to see Sweeney standing in the doorway.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. T. I…I should probably go…" I walked towards the door and tried to get past him, head ducked. But he wouldn't let me pass.

"Mrs. Lovett, what's wrong?" he asked. His words were kind, but his voice monotone and emotionless.

"It's nothing." I replied quickly, still trying to push past him.

He looked down at me with those dark eyes of his. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the table and sat me down. He then sat in the chair across from me.

"No one cries for no reason. Tell me what's wrong." Sweeney said.

"Mr. T, really I'm fine." I began to stand up, but he stopped me.

"You can talk to me," he said, his voice different now. It sounded as though he really cared. Something about the tone of voice he used made me sit down.

"Well, I just thought…living by the sea here with you would be different. But…it's just like before when we lived in Fleet Street, only worse. We never talk to each other anymore, we hardly see each other because we're always on our own and we're basically just ignoring each other!" I explained.

Sweeney stared at a slightly chipped bit of the wood table. I could tell he was thinking because he had a certain look on his face. I looked down, embarrassed.

Suddenly, I felt a hand touch mine. I looked up and saw that Sweeney had reached across the table and took my hand. I let him, blushing slightly.

"Nellie, I feel the same way that you do and I feel terrible that I haven't been paying attention to you. I promise that we will do things together." He told me.

"Really?" I asked, blinking tears out of my eyes.

"Really,"

Then the corners of his mouth turned up into something that looked like a smile. That was probably the first time he really smiled at me.

"How about we start tomorrow?" he suggested. "We can go down to the beach tomorrow and just have a special day."

"Maybe we could bring a picnic basket and have lunch down there," I added.

He nodded.
"Thank you, Sweeney," I said. Saying his first name was still a little strange to me.

"You're welcome, Nellie."

Then, he stood up, let go of my hand and went back upstairs to his room. I sank back in my chair, a wide grin spreading across my face.

- I'm really sorry I haven't been updating that frequently! I'm already starting on the next chapter of Sweeney Goes To A Palm Reader, and I'll try to upload it soon. I was just really busy with schoolwork, but since school is finishing soon (yay!) I'll be able to spend the holidays working on my stories. Thanks for supporting and reviewing! xxx -