Chapter 2

The two stood there, a rotting corpse at there feet and a worker boy down stairs, waiting for Mrs. Lovett's return.

"He's waiting, Toby's waiting downstairs." Sweeney stated, thinking, what he would tell him.

"Let him wait, We need to think." Arrin said. Sweeney shifted and walk to his vanity, and placed a bloody friend on top of it.

"What should we tell him? I mean he was so good to Mrs. Lovett, He's going to wonder where she is, he sure isn't going to believe he just left him." He said, turning and facing Arrin, her brow furrowed in thought and Sweeney suppressed a smile and a laugh. She was confused and was thinking hard, he loved that look on her face, he thought it was rather…Cute.

No, Sweeney, keep you head straight, you just killed Mrs. Lovett, you still love your wife Lucy, don't do anything stupid. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and resumed his focus, thinking just as hard as Arrin.

True, Toby wouldn't believe she left him, He would go to law if he found out the truth.

"Send 'im up, I think I have an idea." Sweeney said, He'd have to get rid of the boy too. Shame, he was hard worker and Arrin would need his help. She nodded. "Right." she said, she slipped out of the barbers door, and walked down the stairs. Her dress, catching at some of the stairs, spliters of the stairs caused her to gasp in pain. She continued with out a glance at her feet.

"Oh, Toby! Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney 'eed to see yew." she said coming behind the boy, who was filling up ale for a young blond, sailor.

"Who will take care of mornins' rush? And who are you if I might ask?" He spoke turning around, innnocent eyes looking at Arrins Guilty ones. I can't do this, not to 'im, e's so sweet, so young. She thought. Shaking her head, "I will, and I'm a friend of Sweeney ,but wait a second, I'll be back, I forgot something in Mista T's shop." She lied. She looked away from Toby, and to the young sailor. He was looking at her, She smiled and turned away. "He's so familier." She mumbled.

She opened the barbers door. He looked up, expecting to see Toby.

"I can't. " She said , her voice barely audiable.

"Can't what, Pet?" Sweeney asked. Did I call her Pet? "I can't send 'im up,'e young, oh and so innocent, he's been threw so much. Yew can see it in 'is eyes." she spoke, remembering his small thin figure, and his innocent, and what seemed scared eyes. Sweeney shaked his head, "I knew you wouldn't be able to, But what are we going to do with him, and that." Sweeney said pointing to a chest. "Shes in there, Mrs. Lovett, as I told you, bakes the bodies into pies. Do you think you will be able to do that?" he asked, slightly un-buttoning his shirt. His bloody shirt. He turned and walked to his private room. He came out, clean shirt and curious eyes. "I guess, but Toby, I 'ave to convince him she left 'im. Sweeney button your shirt." she said, noticing his chest was showing because, only the bottom two buttons were buttoned up. He slightly laughed and fiddled with the buttons.

His fingers had trouble with the oddly, small buttons.

"Curse 'hese small bloody buttons. Arrin?" he said dropping his hands, and looking up to Arrin. "Mm-'es?" she giggled. "Help me? 'hese bloody buttons are so futerat-" Sweeney was cut off by Arrin already in front of him. Her body inches away and hands on his chest. Her nimble fingers grasped the buttons and slipped them through. She finally reached the last one. She left that one open. "You 'eed to breath." she laughed a

little and smiled up to Sweeney. He sighed and said his Thank you. He smiled down at her and stared in her green eyes.

Don't get lost. Don't get lost. Don't get l- He found himself lost her eyes. And so did Arrin, she found herself lost in his Brown-chocolate eyes.

She's still the same. She's still Arrin. The strong, lovely, kind Arrin.

She is still…My beautiful Arrin. He thought to himself . Not thinking, just letting his heart take control of his true feelings.

Look at him Arrin, he's still the same, he's still the one you love!

But he Doesn't love me, nor will he Ever.

Your wroung! He loves you, look deeper in his eyes! He Loves you.

She argued with her self. Not noticing how close they came. Sweeney's hand found it self to her waist and stayed there.

There lips so close. She closed her eyes and he pulled her closer.

Oh god is this really 'appining? Arrin thought as she felt Sweeney's hot breath close to her mouth and a gentle hand on her small waist.

Look at her lips Sweeney! Kiss her, you need to feel her in your arms, her lips on yours. Kiss her.

Sweeney's mind taunted him. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He had always loved Arrin but was always shy when he was known as 'Benjimen'. Now, as Sweeney, the man who had longed to hold one woman in his arms for 15 years and longer. But, was stuck with Lucy. It was an arranged marriage, he didn't want. He loved Arrin ,but his parents didn't approve. Even if her dad was the judge, power full and one on the richest person in London.

He pulled her closer, tightening his grip on her small waist. He brought one hand up, cupping her cheek and closing the small gap between the two.

They kissed.

Arrin was weak in her knees, Sweeney was falling in love. Arrin, was falling in love.

But, reader, the kiss didn't last to long.

Sweeney pulled away, and stepped far away from Arrin. Shutting his feelings down and regretting what he had just done.

He mumbled something. Arrin asked "What? What was that?" she stared hard at him.

He pulled away, he shut down, he whispered. Sweeney regretted the kiss.

"I'm sorry..Lucy I betrayed you, and for what! A bloody friend. Arrin, get out." He said firmly, Arrin was shocked and didn't move. "I said," he grew mad and shouted, "Get. Out!"

Arrin, with tears in her eyes, ran to the door and slammed it shut. Running down the stair she entered the pie shop. No-one was in the shop except for the worker boy, Toby.

"Miss, I don't know where Miss Lovett tis', Do you know? I had to close up shop 'cause we ran out of pies." he said, looking at Arrin with worried eyes, not noticing her tears and Quiet sobs. It was getting dark, not because it was late, no but because it was cloudy.

Now rain poured down, smashing against the shops windows and glass window-Door.

"They took her, I'm a friend of hers, she ain't comin' back, She was charged for food poisining, no bail they said, I'll be taking over now, Toby, right?" she lied. He nodded with wide eyes. "Um, ok but Mrs. Lovett isn't a criminal, she is kind. I wish I could 'ave known," He sighed "I'm going to get a drink..I guess make your self at 'ome." He gave her a faint smile and left to the parlour.

She watch him leave and she looked out the window. And at the shop upstairs.

"He regrets it, regrets me, hate me, stay away from from him Arrin, he doesn't Love you." she whispered to her self.

He loves, Lucy.

Remember how I said it was arranged and Sweeney didn't want it. Either way, he still had feeling for his 'Late' wife. She was his wife and the mother of his child.

Sweeney paced, back and forth, left and right. All arounf his shop and finally walk to his private room.

"Why did I kiss her? Why!" he scolded himself.

Because you Love her! His mind and heart told him.

"No, I love Lucy…right.." he half stated, half asked.