I haven't gotten any reviews yet...but I decided to update again.

I remember the sound of his voice so clearly. I think of it, and I dream of it every night. I couldn't get him out of my head, and I wanted to help him...I wanted to save him from Pirelli. I haven't told my mum though, she'd think I was silly. I mean, it was sort of silly. Me constantly thinking about some boy that I never even had a conversation with. All I ever heard was his voice. And what a marvelous voice it was...

There was word spreading around London like mad. Mrs. Lovett's bake shop was all fixed up and it was reopening. People were ranting on and on about how the meat pies were scrumptious. My mum and I decided that we would miss out no longer, and finally visit the bake shop for a pie or two. I was very excited, I heard they were the best in London. It was very convenient that we lived only about an eighth of a mile from Mrs. Lovett's, so we decided to walk. It was dark, for was quite late at night, but the sky was beautiful and clear. As we got closer and closer to the bakeshop, more people swarmed around us. And then that's when I heard it. I heard his voice. I heard that same voice that I heard days ago. It was the same tune, but the words were different. He was no longer singing about that piss with ink concoction. Good.

As we came closer and closer I saw him at the door. Only this time he looked different in a very good way. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was no longer platinum blonde and down to his shoulders. It was raggedy and scruffy and brown and short. I liked it. I had a feeling that silly blonde hair was a wig. My mum and I approached the boy, Toby his name was, and he welcomed us. He looked my mum in the eye and said, "Welcome to Mrs. Lovett's ma'am." his accent was thick and improper, like he had been taught to speak by a hobo. I didn't bother me too much though. Then I swear my heart almost stopped beating.

He turned from my mum and looked at me. His eyes were beautiful. Even know he was young, his eyes held so much knowing, so much understanding. I could tell that he was wise for his age. And he was beautiful.

He motioned for us to walk through the door, so we did. The lady, Mrs. Lovett her name was, got us a table. She had the same type of accent as Toby, only hers was more feminine, if that makes sense.

"Two meat pies please?" My mum asked politely.

"O' course m' dearies!" Mrs Lovett exclaimed, "Toby, give 'ese nice women some drinks please!"

Toby approached us, a bottle of gin and a pitcher of water in another. He stood very close to me. He spoke again, and I had to pay a lot of attention to what he was saying, because I kept getting distracted by his eyes.

"Wot'll be f' you? Wot'ar, or gin?" He asked with a little smile. My eyebrows shot up. When he opened his mouth and spoke, I could smell gin heavily on his breath.

"Water for both of us please," My mum said, smiling up at him. Toby poured both of our drinks, gave me a small timid grin, and left.

I sipped my water and looked at my mum. She had a strange expression on her face, like she had an idea.

"Mummy why are you looking at me that way?"

"That boy looks so cute doesn't he? If I was 10, I'd probably fancy him!" She chucked and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Mum!" I exclaimed, embarrassed.

"Alright, calm down dear, you know I'm only joking with you," She smiled. I rolled my eyes, and looked around. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

This time, I refuse to update without a review...or maybe I might, I don't know. But does it really take that much energy to just write "plz update"...? PLEASE REVIEW! :)