A/N Hey I know no-one has reviewed yet, but I really wanted to write this chapter! I might, however, wait until someone reviews until I post it up! This is mainly going to be a Belle chapter, but I'll put a little bit of the others in it too, I think... (Make sure you have read the last chapter, I changed the rating by accident so I'm not sure if you knew about the last chapter!)

Belle finished her letter to Hazel and ran downstairs to give it to her aunt. But Nick was standing in the kitchen, getting a glass of water.

"Do you know where my Aunt is?" Belle said,

"No, I don't," Nick said, just looking at her.

"What?" She said,

"We need to talk... but perhaps somewhere where there isn't so many... knives," He said, walking out the back door, Belle followed, angry at herself for smiling at his joke.

They stood in the dusty yard, next to the barn, just looking at each other. Both tried to speak but neither did, for at least five minutes.

"What do you want to talk to me about then?"

"Why you hate me so damn much, why do I get to you so much that you get all... violent." He stated,

Belle began to deny it, but realised it was true, he did get to her, for reasons she didn't know. "I'm not sure,"

He nodded, "Me either."

"In the store, you had never met me, and you were so, rude."

"No but I'd met your brother, he told me what you thought of me."

"I..." Then she remembered her conversation with Freddy in the barn, He'll be as stupid as the rest of them no doubt. And Freddy had a way of twisting her words. "I didn't mean that..."

"You hadn't met me, and judged me, I hadn't met you, and I judged you," He laughed, "I never do that,"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you did act so..."

"An apology, from you, not what I expected,"

"Why?" She said, back on guard, she'd just been softening to him and then he said that, he riled her on purpose.

"I just... I don't know why I said that."

"Or why you said that about the Pants either I guess?" Belle said, shaking her head. "You are getting to me on purpose!"

"I don't mean to I..." He shook his head too, "I don't understand you, everything you say makes me want to get at you, you confuse me..." And with that he walked off.

"Damn it!" Belle muttered, and she walked up to her room.

"Marianna, you coming out tonight again gorgeous?" Hayden said, as they waited in the lunch que.

"Yup sure," She flashed her best smile,

"Good!" He bent down and kissed her, pushing her against the wall, she kissed him back, in front of practically everyone in the lunch hall!

"Break it up you two, please!" A leader said, coming over. Hayden just grinned at him.

A week later Belle was lying on her bed, trying to write to Erin, to tell her about Nick. But she didn't know what to say, she really didn't understand why he got to her so much, why on earth did she care? And why did she feel guilty. It had been a week since their conversation and she hadn't talked to him since. They had both been in the same room, and she had tried to talk to him, but didn't know what to say. She thought he had done the same thing. And now she felt guilty.

She pulled on the Pants, tomorrow she would send them on to Hazel. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a braid down her back, then she put a woolly jumper (knitted by her Grandmother) over her t-shirt. She laced up her "sensible" boots and headed downstairs.

"Have you seen Nick?" She asked Her Aunt,

"No, I think he's working somewhere on one of the further fields, why?"

"I think I need to talk to him,"

"Well he'll be back soon, the rain's getting heavier,"

"No, it can't wait," She said to her confused looking Aunt, "I'll be back soon," She walked out into the rain. The dust was forming mud now and the ground was slippy. She was getting wetter by the minute. Her hair was soaked and drips ran down her face. She carried on walking though. She passed her uncle and some of the farm boys, all running for cover. But she kept walking through the rain, along the muddy path. She soon saw Nick, bending over a barbed wire fence, pliers in hand.

"Nick!" She shouted, and he turned to her.

"What are you doing here?" He shouted, over the noise of the rising wind,

"We needed to talk," Lightning flashed, illuminating them.

"Go back to the house, the storms getting worse,"

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine," He smiled, "I just need to finish this,"

"Don't be stupid, you can hardly see anything!" Lightning flashed again, joined by thunder, the storm was almost above them. She looked and could see the forks of lightning flashing out across the sky. It was amazingly beautiful in a way.

"I see your wearing those pants again!" He smirked,

"Shut up!" She said, shoving him gently. He laughed and grabbed her wrists as he stepped back. Then her foot slipped through the mud and she leaned on him for support. But he slipped in the mud and began to fall, scraping his chest and side on the barbed wire on his way down.

"Shit," He muttered, getting up, and looking at his torn t-shirt,

"I'm so sorry!" She said, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I think so!" He laughed, and the rain got harder, they were both soaked to the skin, "Come on, there's a barn over here," He took her hand and they ran through the rain to an old barn, laughing. He smiled at her as they entered the wooden shack, that was at least dry, and reasonably warm. He pulled off his ruined t-shirt and layed it on some hay to dry. There were big gashes curving over his chest and down onto his side.

"Nick!"

"I'm ok," He began taking his jeans off, at her expression he laughed, "You better get out of those clothes or you'll catch pneumonia!" He layed his jeans next to his t-shirt, and Belle did the same with her clothes, taking extra care with the Pants. She checked them and luckily the writing didn't seem to be smudged anywhere. Soon they were sitting on hay bales in just their underwear. She took her t-shirt and went over to the door, quickly holding it outside until it was soaked. Then she twisted the excess out and sat next to Nick.

She gently rubbed it over the gashes on his chest, and glanced up at him. He was looking down at her, and he seemed a little confused.

"It needs to be clean," She said

"Why do you get to me so much?" He said, then he pulled her closer to him with one hand and with the other tilted her chin up to him.

"I don't know," She breathed, and he leaned down and kissed her, deeply. She traced her hands over his wet back and chest, as he did to her. She pulled away and undid her hair, then she began wiping his scratches again. And again he he pulled her closer to him. This time she dropped the rag of her t-shirt.

A/N Well were you expecting that? What do you think? Poor Russell ey? I so enjoyed writing that chapter and it has to end there, but I think I shall start writing the next one, so as soon as you review there will be loads of chapters ready! So, I decided I would upload this, as I was looking for my story, and I couldn't find it! It was wierd! Anyway please review! the next chapter is ready and waiting!

Aha! I found whyI couldn't find it! I had put it at a higher rating by accident, so maybe that's whyI didn't get any reviews... I think that rating is ok, don't you?