Yes here I am with chapter 6! It surely answer's Runaway6's question! Here you go...

Violet's POV

It was marvelous! And I'm not just saying that because Duncan Quagmire lived there. Or maybe I haven't seen a decent room in so long I've begun to lose my mind. It was the room that made my eyes so wide. The room was a soft off-white color, with billowing curtains and a large bed in the corner. The bathroom was to the right side; it was a cozy lavender color. The kitchen, as Nero had promised, had a bowl of fruit. all the cupboards were empty though; and I saddened for a bit, remembering Duncan was an orphan like me.

While I was exploring the room, Duncan was making me a bed next to his. I wasn't too sure if he should be putting my bed next to his.If he had to get up in the middle of the night, he have to walk over me to get wherever he needed to go.

"Violet" he said"I need to go up to Isadora's room to get more blankets. You stay here and rest."

"No" I heard myself say."You need rest too." I pulled him over to his bed and he sat down. Duncan started to take off his shoes.Then he stared at me. "Why aren't you going to sleep" he asked.

I really didn't know why. Was it because I've never slept in a room with a boy not in my family before? Or maybe I was wondering if Duncan was one of Count Olaf's associates. No. He could never be. Duncan was right; I do need sleep. I took off my shoes and slid inside my sleeping bag and gathered the blankets around me. There were about five pillows my head was resting on. He treated me so nice. He was the kind of person I'd want to spend my life with. Sometimes I daydreamed about him.

Duncan turned off the lights as he got into his bed. "Goodnight, Violet, I'll see you tomorrow." he said it so sweetly, like a summer's night. His words rang in my head as I blushed in the darkness. "Goodnight, Duncan." I replied, twirling my finger around on the white carpet. My eyes shut and I drifted off to sleep...

Duncan's POV

I awoke sharply from a dream; the same dream I have been having; the fire, losing Quigley, and staring at the charred leftovers of our house. I gasped for breath and realized I woke Violet up."Duncan, what's up" she asked, with that same concerned look as before. I sat on my bed. "You've been talking in your sleep. I'll fix you a glass of juice" Violet said, then realized"Oh. All we have is fruit. Want an apple"

"No. Thanks anyways." I answered. She came over and sat next to me.

"What's bothering you" Violet asked, holding a hand to my forehead to check if I had a fever. Her hand was cold but gentle.

I sat, quiet. I remembered the day she felt bothered and broke down on me. 'Please, trust me. You can tell me what's on your mind.' I had said. And she told me. I should trust her.

"It's just" I started"that I had a dream, but it was more like a memory. Oh, Violet, I should have told you this. One day, while my mother was cooking lunch, my father decided to go to the library. He left his glasses on the table so that the sun could shine through and it started the fire that burned down our house..." I told her the whole story. I had told her i was an orphan before, but I hadn't told her the full story.

After I had finished, there was a terrible akward silence. I looked at Violet and was startled to see that tears were running down her cheeks."Oh, Violet... I'm sorry..."I blurted out. I'm so stupid! I made the girl I loved cry, all because of my stupid mouth.

"It's okay, Duncan." she said. "I know just what you mean." I realized I was crying too, and we looked at each other and burst out in partial laughter and partial tears. I looked at the clock. It was 7:13. I woke up at around 6:20. wow, that was a long story.

"We should get going and meet up with the others." I said. Violet said 'yes' and we walked out, sneaking past the doorman again with our disguise.

Chapter 7 will be short, just so you know. C ya!