Chapter VI

Chelsea woke up to the tempting smell of bacon and the sound of the townspeople waking up to another "horrible" day. She smiled, looking at the room around. In the early morning light, it was much different than it was in the moon's shine.

Last night, Jack and Sally had brought her to their home, and shown her the room she used to sleep in. She had thanked them and they had happily given Quinn a room as well. Chelsea stretched, yawning as she did so. She was a night owl, and mornings always seemed to drag.

Chelsea stood up, looking down at the soft, silky nightgown her mother had given her. Across the room sat a vanity; upon it sat an innocent mirror. But it struck fear in Chelsea's heart as she walked over to it. Her face had changed so much. Replaced with a frightful face full of stitches and long eyelashes that covered somewhat somber eyes, she could barely tell who it was.

She sighed and quietly walked over to the door; the old boards beneath her creaked loudly, no matter how softly she walked. Looking out into the hall, she saw three doors and a narrow staircase that she remembered led down to the kitchen. Chelsea walked down the steeply descending stairs and walked into a kitchen were everything looked like it was supposed to be utterly gloomy; somehow though, Sally had made the little room cheery, filling it with pictures and dark red flowers.

Sally looked up and smiled widely when she saw her daughter standing with a small smile on her pale face. She almost reflected her mother; she had ever since she was a small child. "Good morning sweetheart." Sally said and smiled.

"Good morning," Chelsea looked at the counter filled with delicious food and then smiled, "the breakfast looks so delicious." Sally smiled at the compliment and blushed slightly.

"Why don't you make a plate for yourself? I'm going to go wake up your father," she pointed toward a cabinet on the wall, "the plates are right here." Sally walked over and pecked her on the cheek, giving her a small hug at the same time. She somehow quietly made her way up the stairs and Chelsea gently touched her cheek.

A small smile crept onto her cheeks as she opened the cabinet, pulling out a white plate. She piled it high with the delicious food; eggs, bacon, home fries, all of Chelsea's favorite were sitting there, just begging her to eat them. She happily ate a forkful of food, savoring the taste as she chewed.

Jack walked down the stairs behind his wife, yawning widely. His sleepy eyes brightened at the sight of Chelsea leaning against the counter, happily chewing her breakfast. "Good morning." He said, kissing her softly on the forehead. She smiled and hugged him tightly. He grunted happily and hugged her back, surprised but happy nonetheless.

"Good morning," Chelsea said. She looked around for a moment then smiled again. "I think I'll go wake Quinn up. He has to try some of this." She gestured toward the food and ascended the stairs. She walked to the room she remembered Quinn sleepily stumbling into last night and found him softly snoring on the bed in the far left corner. Chelsea was surprised that the sun hadn't woke him up yet, considering it was shining right in his eyes.

Chelsea sauntered over to him, leaning down near his face. She gently kissed him on the lips, falling into his embrace. He woke up and wrapped his arms around her, slowly pulling her down beside him. They kissed until both of their lungs begged for oxygen; she sadly pulled her lips from Quinn, breathing quietly. "Good morning." She whispered.

"It is now." Quinn said, making her giggle.

"Come on sleepyhead." Quinn groaned and sat up. Chelsea giggled and helped him out of bed and handed him a pair of pants and a shirt. She began to walk out of the room when Quinn gently grabbed her arm. She looked and saw him smiled, his eyes suddenly alert and mischievous.

"Help me?" Quinn said. She giggled and walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. Chelsea ran her hands down his smooth chest, feeling the taunt muscles under his skin. He moaned, shivering under her touch. Quinn pulled the nightgown up with his hands, finally unveiling the parts of Chelsea he had never seen; parts that on occasion, he had dreamt of.

Quinn pulled her toward him, crashing his lips down on hers in a moment of heated passion. Chelsea moaned in the back of her throat, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was covered in goose bumps from the cold air; Quinn held her close though, surrounding her with warmth.

"Weren't we supposed to be getting dressed?" Chelsea whispered as they stared into each other's eyes, their foreheads together as they leaned on one another. Quinn chuckled and looked into her eyes, almost drowning in them.

"Chelsea…" He started.

"Yes?"

"I…," Quinn couldn't find the courage, so he settled for a smile instead, "think you're parents would be pretty cross with me if you came down in your birthday suit." Chelsea giggled and nodded.

"Probably. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast," She said as she pulled her nightgown back on. She quickly walked over and kissed him.

"See you there…" Quinn said, watching her walk away.

"Miss you already." Chelsea said over her shoulder as she walked out. 'What a great morning…' Chelsea thought as she walked back downstairs.

Wow, I was getting really caught up in that particular scene LOL. Well, I see I'm going to have to make this one rated M from now on, LOL. Can't wait to write the next chapter; I have ideas buzzing around in my head like bees! Alright, well goodnight everyone, thank you for reading and reviewing. It's so nice to hear what you guys think! See you.

-Lila 2:45 AM