Here is chapter six :D and I just wanted to give a thank you to HermioneLennon for being my loyal reviewer, so THANK YOU! You really motivated me to continue my story!

Chapter 6

I woke up to a long blade of grass tickling my nose. I wrinkled my nose and sneezed. "You're so cute."

I sat up and saw Simon holding the grass that tickled me in his hand. It was before sunrise but I could still faintly see my surroundings. I licked my dry lips. "You know what he'll do if he sees me with you?"

"Who, Jack? Pft- yeah right. In case you haven't noticed I could beat him in a fight any day," He said while taking Hercules poses to show off his muscles. I knew this was only a half-joke for his muscles were bigger then Jack's and Simon wanted me to know that. So instead of laughing at his joke, I laughed at his cockiness.

"I don't know, Simon," I said playing along with him, "He said he would kill you, and he does have a knife," I raised an eyebrow, not even concerned, I knew Simon was a good fighter, I just didn't know how I knew.

"Oh, come on Sweetheart, just a hallow threat. Besides do you think a knife could compare with these babies," he continued his charade lifting his arms and kissing his biceps. I let out a soft laugh.

"You know, you don't seem like the type to be in a choir," I didn't even realize I had said this until he went into a whole new charade that wasn't really fake, just exaggerated.

"Oh really?" he turned around and left the meadow for a second, coming back with a rose in his mouth. I knew why he left; why he got the flower from outside instead of one right on the meadow floor, you couldn't take something from this place, you couldn't ruin, even the smallest piece, of Heaven. I laughed as he clapped his hands to the left side of his head. He did a spin and handed the rose to me. He grabbed my hand and took me into his embrace. I knew what he was going to do, he expected me to dance with him as he sang. I could not dance! As if he read my mind, he picked me up and then put me down so I was standing on his toes. He sang the song he was humming before into my ear. His voice was smooth and sweet. "There's only one thing to do three words for you." He pulled me back from my head resting on his shoulders, looked me deep in the eyes, and then finished his song with the phrase I now took a whole new meaning to, "I love you."

I got up on my tip toes so I could kiss him, "Oh, so you are the type to be in choir," I grinned up at him.

"Yes, I am," he said kissing my nose. I put my head up against his chest trying to synchronize my breathing with his own. Then I gave up and just enjoyed his warmth. "Have you ever seen a sunrise?"

I thought about it, but I had never woken in time to see it. I was ashamed that I had to answer his question with a shake of my head.

"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?" He took my hand and led me to the beach, but not the main beach, he took me around the corner of the island so we could be away from everyone else. He took me to a more private beach. We sat in the soft, white sand while still holding hands. I dug my feet deep into the sand. A cold breeze came by giving me a shiver. Simon let go of my hands to wrap his arms around me, keeping me warm. I leaned my head on his shoulder and waited anxiously for the show to begin.

I closed my eyes and lightly dozed until Simon's soft nudge awoke me, "Here it is," he whispered. A gasp escaped my mouth as I looked at the horizon filled with hues of red, pink, and orange. I watched in awe as the beautiful sphere rose, revealing her beauty. I thought the sunset was beautiful, the death of something so magnificent and powerful, but its rebirth, its awakening, its comeback was so majestic, so moving, that I could hardly believe it was here for human eyes to see. Everyone would get the chance everyday to see it, but hardly ever took the opportunity. Sleeping selfishly, not knowing the wonder of what was happening at that very moment. For some reason this made me hate everyone who wasn't watching it right now, I hated myself for never watching it before, but mostly I hated Jack right now for he had walked up to our beach interrupting the glorious majesty's generous show.

"Hey, I thought I told you to not be with Simon alone!"

"And I'm not with him alone, because now you're here, so really great job," I said sarcastically, "Besides you can't tell me what to do!"

"I told you what would happen," Jack said through gritted teeth, "I told you I would kill him."

"Then go ahead. Kill me because I don't want to live a life where I can't be with Jaycee."

I turned to Simon. As cheesy as he sounded right now, I did think it was really sweet, then I found a way I could really piss Jack off by saying, "Oh that's okay Sweetie, remember, Jack can't tell me what to do, and we already discussed the likely hood of you winning in a fight," then I made a very obnoxious face and squeezed Simon's cheeks.

I was right, I pissed Jack off. A little more than what I had hoped for actually. He ran up to us and pushed me aside. He dove right at Simon and started throwing random punches. All I could do was scream. Would he really try to kill Simon? Tears fell down my cheeks. Simon looked at me a little angry that I was crying. He rolled over putting Jack underneath him. Through his punches he explained to me his anger, "I already told you, Jack is no match for me. It's actually a little insulting you'd think he could hurt me."

By now Jack was pretty beaten up, as much as I hated him I still found myself defending him, "Jeez Simon, you don't have to kill him."

Simon sighed and got up, "I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have carried it out so far."

I smiled at his apology. I found it sort of weird how even though we had only known each other for a few days it felt like I had really known him for years. I looked over at Jack sobbing in pain and humiliation, "Do you think he'll be alright?" I couldn't help myself from asking.

"Oh he'll be fine." Simon reassured me.

I stared down at my stomach and realized I hadn't eaten since yesterday with Simon. As if he read my mind…again, he said, "Okay, let's go find some breakfast." He grabbed my hand and led me to the forest. While we were leaving I could faintly hear Jack say, "Mark my words, this is not over."

Simon looked at me, "Wait, what'd he say?"

"I don't know, something about a better choice of words," I joked, but in the pit of my stomach I knew it really was not over.

Well? What do you think? Too mushy?