Man, I am sorry about how long this update has taken! Since it's summer, My Dad took some time off, so I was spending time with him and my brother, since I don't really get to spend too much time with them a lot, because of their jobs. (I mainly just spend summer having girly days with my Mum haha...) anywho, I am sorry, and this chapter is a little short and maybe slightly fillerish, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Chase didn't know what to do.

He had spent a good half hour on pacing back and forth in his kitchen, re-arranging knives, polishing pots, almost ANYTHING which he thought might help his inspiration even a little bit.

Sadly for him, none of this seemed to be working, which he realised when he dropped a newly sharpened knife, the pointed blade flashing as it missed his foot by mere inches. Sighing as he stooped down to pick it up, he wiped the dust off before setting it back to its original place, to be left there until needed again.

It had been a few hours since he returned home after witnessing the slight breakdown of his girlfriend, and the only reason why he left her side in the first place was because Kathy kicked him out. Pulling out a chair from his kitchen table, Chase plopped himself down in it, the old cushion releasing a small cloud of dust as he did so. Frowning, the chef reminded himself that he would have to beat them outside when it became warmer.

"What the hell..." he mumbled as his buried his head into his hands, as he tried to work out why Molly was so against the idea of her sister visiting. Obviously Kathy knew, so why wouldn't she tell him? It couldn't be that bad right? Letting out a sigh, he lifted his head up to glance at the clock, which told him that it was time he went and got some sleep. Smiling as he recalled buying the clock with the girl who was currently in such a state, he let out a small yawn before checking that every appliance which could be turned on in the kitchen was now safely off, before heading into his bedroom to try and get as much sleep as he would be allowed.

...If he knew that he would be woken up so early however, then he wouldn't have even bothered.

Rubbing his eyes as he was awoken by a knock on the door a short while later, the chef silently cursed to himself as he padded barefoot across the cold floorboards of his house, checking that he had something at the ready by the doorway if it happened to be an unwanted intruder. Why would burglars knock though? His thoughts clouded by sleepiness, he quickly unbolted the door and opened it a crack to get a look at who it was, before quickly wrenching it open the rest of the way and ushering the visitor inside.

"Molly!" he half yelled as he ran around in a full circle once, before deciding on what he needed to do. "Wait here." He gently said as he placed the shivering girl in the chair which he had been sitting on earlier, before running off to tear the blankets of his bed to give her some warmth.

"I...I'm sorry..." she said at his arrival, her face distorted like she was trying to hold back her crying again.

"No no...don't be...shuuush, it's alright..." he mumbled, fumbling around with the blanket, trying to wrap it around her as quickly as humanly possible. "the-" he began, but soon cut himself off and looked at the girl with a frown, who in turn looked back with a look of worry upon her face.

"What?" She whispered nervously, her eyes darting from his face back down to the blanket which he was mid way in giving to her.

"You should take your coat off."

"W-what?"

"You need to take your coat off Molly!" oblivious to the blunt way in which he had made the statement, Chase placed his hands on his hips expectantly, like a Mother waiting for her child to apologise after doing something it shouldn't have.

"But...I can't..."

"Why not? You do have clothes on underneath that right?"

"..."

"...Oh Molly." Dropping the blanket down in front on him, the now flustered young man turned his back to the girl, and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a fluffy dressing gown in toe.

"Here." He said casually as he threw it at her from across the room, "Take off your coat, put that on, then wrap the blanket around you...I'll...I'll just wait over here." Signalling with his hand to his bedroom next to him (In which the door was still open, due to his haste in finding something to warm the girl up with), he noticed the slight nodding of her head out of the corner of his eye as he turned to give her some privacy, refusing to make eye contact with her to prevent any more inappropriate mental images from flooding his mind.

Letting out a deep breath of air as he leant against the wall facing away from Molly, Chase closed his eyes as he tried to regain his composure - now was definitely NOT a good time to start going into pervy 'omg I wander what my girlfriend looks like naked' mode.

"Chase...?"

Jumping slightly at the sound of her voice in the otherwise silence, the man in question looked over to the side where he saw Molly now standing, her new appearance easing his thoughts slightly.

With the blanket pulled up to her neck, she looked a lot younger, Chase noticed, similar to a frightened child who was still afraid of the dark, or one in which a thunderstorm had interrupted their sleep. Shaking away a painful memory which entered his mind because of this, he quickly closed the gap between them and pulled her towards his bed, setting her down on the soft mattress before sitting down next to her, making sure to keep one arm securely around her as he did so.

"So?" he asked, like it didn't need any more questioning.

"I..." she began, before stopping and fidgeting around in the blanket. "I tried to sleep, but when I did I had a...a dream. Not a nightmare, exactly, but it still frightened me enough to stop me from going back to sleep afterwards." Looking up at Chase, she pressed her lips together tightly as she once again fought to hold herself back from crying. "And because I couldn't sleep, I just kept thinking about things, and now matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always went back to Angela, and how...how I know what she will do, and if I can't stop her then..." stopping again as she sniffed slightly, she placed her head against Chase's chest, who instinctively then wrapped his arms fully around her in a protective way.

"Slow down, Mol..." he whispered gently, before bringing one hand up to stroke her hair soothingly. "What is your sister going to do which is that bad? You know Kathy or Luke or me would never let her do anything to hurt you anyways, so you don't need to let her visit bug you so much."

Closing her eyes at his caresses, Molly also brought her hand up and placed it on the arm wrapped around her, slowly tracing patterns with her finger on the surprisingly smooth skin.

"You don't know Angela." She muttered after a few minutes of silence. "She finds some sick pleasure in causing tensions between people, and...and causing arguments, especially when she's jealous, or can't get her own way."

Stopping the movements with her finger, she opened her eyes once again and stared down, blinking a few times as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

"I've never had many friends because of her. I only started making friends after I moved away from home, and even then I was still unsure of myself, because of the constant tormenting and insults which she used to throw at me...and..." Clutching his arm tightly, Molly bit down on her lip as she felt herself begin to cry again. "I just know that s-she's going to try and make you and Kathy and Luke and everyone else hate me...she'll act all nice, and then..." as the rest of her words became incoherent because of her crying, Molly gave in and moved to sit on a worried Chase's lap, throwing her arms around him tightly, and placing her head in the gap between his neck and shoulder.

Not being able to do anything else apart from comfort her and whisper endearments in her ear, Chase just held the fragile farmer whilst she cried, feeling the anger build up within him every second of which he heard Molly's sobs.

"I could never hate you Molly..." he began as her crying slowed down, "and I'll also make sure that that sister of yours doesn't manipulate anyone else into causing you anymore pain that she already seems to have put you through." Spitting out the word sister vehemently, Chase had to hold himself back from going on a complete rampage then and there, getting all instruments which could cause harm as he possibly could, and go wait at the harbour for this girl's arrival.

"I really do wish I could count on that..."

"Huh?"

"Oh no! It's not that I don't think you can do it!" waving her arms around behind his back as she tried to clear up her mistake, Molly stumbled around for the right words before finally deciding that it was hopeless - there were no more words to describe Angela, and no telling whether she had really changed like she had said she had or not. With that thought, she sighed and let herself fall back into her previous position, smiling as she smelt the clean, citrus like orange smell which clung to Chase's pyjamas.

"I'm sorry I caused so much fuss..." she muttered before letting out an audible yawn, snuggling down further into the sweet smelling clothes of her lover.

Chase couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her, tightening his grip around her petite body in order to tell her that everything was all right.

"Don't worry, I don't mind at all." He drowsily replied, only now realising how tired he was after the commotion had passed. "In fact, I'm kind of touched."

Lifting up her head in confusion, Molly looked straight at the smirk which adorned the man in front of hers face.

"And why's that?" she innocently asked, tilting her head to the side like a small, inquisitive puppy.

"Because, "he began, before bringing himself in closer "it shows that you were worried about losing me...now, I know you liked me, but I didn't realise it was so much. Next I'll find that you have a little shrine in your house with my pictures around it." Not giving her an immediate chance to react, Chase moved in and kissed her full on the lips, in which he didn't hear any objections too.

"Hey!" came the squeaked reply when the two finally had to pull away, with a hand shooting out of the wrap of blanket to take a playful swat at the man. "Don't get too cocky now..."

Smirking at the slightly brightened mood of Molly, Chase let himself fall back on the bed, Molly falling with him, letting out a small gasp as she landed half on him and half on the mattress.

"What?" he said as he pulled her back in closer, "you have my blanket."

With a smirk or her own, Molly pushed Chase off and unwrapped the blanket, before throwing it over the both of them again, snuggling up to him even closer in the process.

"Then I guess that we'll just have to share it, huh?"

"I don't mind that idea."

Letting out a small giggle as she closed her eyes, Molly whispered a small 'thank you' which was met with the arms around her squeezing her slightly in acknowledgement of the gratitude.

As she drifted to sleep, Molly couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about not telling Chase everything, but as she recalled the way in which he reacted to the first part of Angela's actions, she was pretty sure she didn't want him to know the real reason why she disliked her sister so much.

Not yet, at least.

Yaaaay update at last. xD By the way, if I ever offend people, I want you to tell me, because I keep feeling like I have. ;
I knoooow that the romance isn't very good in the chapter and is kinda rushed/just slapped in there, but I didn't really think it was suitable to have a 'heeey lets eat each other's faces off!' after such a 'emotional' moment.
Haha...well thank you for reading this chapter! I'll try to get the next one up quicker. :3