* Brittany's POV *

As I'm driving back to the apartment, all I can even manage to think about is how amazingly well the weekend went for me. I honestly wasn't expecting it to go so well, I thought it would be quite awkward at first but fortunately it wasn't. I couldn't wait to get back and talk to Chelsea about it. I definitely would leave some details out, of course. Some things are just not meant to be shared. That would be awko-taco if I told her everything.

Coming to a complete stop at a red light, my fingers aimlessley drummed against the cool, leather steering-wheel as I wait for the light to turn green. When it finally turns green, I lightly press on the gas and continue on my way home. Once I reach the parking garage next to our apartment complex, I roll up the windows and turn down the music. Pulling ever-so carefully into my designated spot I turn the key, shutting off the ignition. It felt great to be home, I could let loose and be as carefree as ever. It's not like I can't feel the same way around Andrew, but it's different when I'm with the girls.

Opening the trunk, I grab my things and proceed to go up to the apartment. After dropping my keys a few more times than necesarry, I finally manage to get in in the door handle to unlock it and let myself inside. "Chelsea? You home?" I call out, setting my bags down on the bench that sits inside the cozy little foyer. Tugging on my scarf gently I walk farther into the apartment, my eyes wandering around looking for anyone.

To my surprise I'm greeted by more people than I was expecting. Chelsea, Brandon, Patrick, Stacey, Erica and Jackie are all sitting around the table in the dining room, all chatting quitely amongst themselves. Of the four siblings sitting at the table, only about three of them looking a lot alike. Jackie looks more like Jessica who resembles Mr. Kane greatly. There isn't anything wrong with that though, all of them are gorgeous, good looks just run in that family. Then again, Brandon and I don't look that much alike and we're twins. Even George, our older brother looks a bit different than us. Of course, I had to disown George as my brother. Not for any bad reason, it's just a little joke. He loves the Pittsburgh Penguins, obviously I disagree with that. But, everyone knows that and my reasons are pain-stakingly obvious. I am slightly impartial since I do work for the Hawks and my boyfriend plays for them, and not only that I live in Chicago.

"Hey Britt! Welcome home!" Chelsea exclaims hopping up and out of her seat to wrap me into one of her famous Chelsea Bear Hugs. "How was your weekend? Or do you want to talk about that later once we're alone, or partially alone?" Chelsea asks, her head tilting slightly to the side like it usually does when she asks a question. "Later sounds good. I didn't know we were going to have so much company today!" I exclaim, my eyes passing over everyone in the room besides Chelsea. "Yeah well, Patrick failed to inform me our younger sisters would be coming here, or the fact they were staying here with us." Chelsea states, glaring at her brother who just shrugs his shoulders like he's done nothing wrong. I can't help but chuckle.

As I join the group at the, thankfully, large dining table I can't help but notice the giant rock on Stacey's ring finger. "Your ring is absolutely stunning Stacey." I say complimenting her ring, "Hey Patrick, did Chelsea help you pick that out? Or did some miracle happen that you picked that out on your own?" I tease, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I scoot my chair in a bit. "Patrick picked it out all on his own, it surprises me too!" Stacey comments, leaning into Patrick as she laughs. "You guys are all mean to me." Patrick mutters, wrapping an arm around Stacey's slender shoulders while he gives the stink eye to me.

We sat around the table for a good few hours just talking before Erica and Jackie excused themselves to the guest room to get unpacked for the time they'd be here. The duration of their stay was never brought up, and no matter how long they do stay it doesn't bother me. They could move in with us and I wouldn't even care. Okay, maybe a little bit, but who wouldn't? There'd have to be a talk before that happened, of course.

"Hey Britt, can I talk to you for a second?" Brandon asks, giving me a weird look. "Yeah sure." I reply, getting up and walking towards the kitchen, knowing he'll want at least a little privacy. Turning around and leaning against the counter, Brandon is still giving me a weird look. "So I have an idea what happened this weekend, and I just wanted to make sure that you're okay 'cuz I can always talk to Andrew. As awkward as it would be, I can do that for you." He says sounding very serious and just a bit nervously. "I'm fine Bran, don't worry I wouldn't do anything at all if I wasn't ready for it. Everyone knows that, sadly." I say mumbling the last part, slightly embarassed at the conversation we're having. "Haven't you and Chelsea...?" I trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence knowing he would understand even if I put that in completely different words. "What? No. Definitely no. We've only been dating for at least a month now. We're taking it slow." Brandon says rushing his words together, his face turning red. I never knew he could get so embarassed, let alone that easily. I also didn't know his face could get that red. Ever.

"We should probably get back with the others." I say after I clear my throat, breaking the awkward silence that followed Brandon's little embarassment. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Brandon agrees nodding, avoiding eye contact. I smirk, feeling a teeny-tiny bit proud of myself. We rejoin Patrick and Stacey, who have started their own conversation about their wedding and how excited they are about it. Chelsea seemed to have disappeared, but I did hear the faint sound of music coming from the direction of her room. She must have excused herself while Brandon and I were talking to give Stacey and Patrick a little alone time while they're here. She's always so considerate of other people's wants and needs.

"We're glad you guys came back! Chelsea went back to her room, Erica and Jackie are unpacking, and you two were gone in the kitchen." Patrick starts, getting up and pushing his chair in as Stacey does the same. "We'll be back either tomorrow or Wednesday, unless Chelsea and the girls decide to come visit us." Stacey finishes, flashing her perfect, brilliantly white smile at Brandon and I. "Okay, I'm glad you guys stopped by today and I got to see you!" I say, giving Patrick and Stacey both a hug before they leave. "I'm going to go talk to Chelsea for a bit." Brandon announces as he walks towards her room. I guess I'd have to talk to her about my weekend another day, considering how late it was getting. A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over me and now all I wanted to do was take a warm shower, climb into bed, watch an episode of Pysch on Netflix before actually going to sleep.

* Chelsea's POV *

The sound of my music playing softly in the background as I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed writing nothing in general really helps clear my mind. Especially when I can get the opportunity to be alone like this when the apartment is full of people. Most of the people being my family, and soon to be family. Sighing, I hear footsteps approaching my door and I toss my notebook in the drawer that convienantly happens to be open in my nightstand. No one has ever read anything I've ever written, and I plan on keeping it that way. Well, for a while at least.

There's a soft knock on the door and I immediately know who it is. "Come on in Brandon." I call out, uncrossing my legs and leaning back against the plethora of pillows on my bed. "Hey, you okay?" Brandon asks as he slowly enters my room. "Yeah, I'm fine, just tired. It's been a long day." I reply, faking a smile before yawning. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left." Brandon says moving closer to me. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed and sliding off, I wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. He returns the embrace and I bury my face in the crook of his strong, broad shoulder. "Just change into your favorite pair of fluffly pajamas and relax, I can imagine how busy you were today. I'll see you later Chels." Brandon murmurs softly into my ear before we break apart and he exits my room. In that moment I have no idea what to do. My hands immediately fly to my stomach as I suddenly feel sick. I really needed to clear my concious, all this thinking was psyching me out and making me feel sick. I'm a professional when it comes to psyching myself out, and right now I wish I wasn't. The best advice I've been given in the past twenty-four hours was from Brandon just now, and I definitely was going to follow his advice.

* Brandon's POV *

Shutting the door lightly behind me, I wander over to Brittany's room to let her know I'm leaving and Chelsea seems a little down. Maybe she just needs some girl time or something. I only wish I knew her better that way I could know what's actually wrong. With girls it's always hard to tell, and I have a twin sister, I feel like I should know a little more about girls but I don't. It can get a little frustrating though, but since it's Chelsea I'll put it behind me. Not only that, if I hurt her in any way I feel like I wouldn't live to see another day. Patrick would never look at me the same, probably, considering that is his little sister. I'm the same way with Brittany and Andrew.

Knocking on Brittany's door, I don't wait for an answer before letting myself in. By now, I knew she would already be out of the shower and fully clothed. When she's tired, everything moves quickly until she gets in bed for the night. "Hey Britt, I'm gonna head home. Chelsea said she's really tired and she looks really tired." I say, leaning up against Brittany's dresser. "Brandon, how stupid are you. She isn't tired, she's never tired. That girl can stay up all night for no reason any given night. I know, I've stay up all night with her on multiple occassions. Get back in her room and find out what's really wrong, if she feels confident enough to share with you, that is. If not, come back here and tell me. I'll try to slip something in to get it out of her." Brittany hisses, smacking the back of my head as she passes me and rummages through one of the drawers to the dresser. "Alright, fine. Y'know actually, I'll just text if she doesn't give me a straight answer." I state, not wanting to come back to Brittany's room and deal with her right now. It's not that she's in a bad mood, I just don't want a lecture on how I should know what's wrong all the time. I got enough of those when we were younger, I never thought I'd survive.

Leaving Brittany's room, I slowly walk back towards Chelsea's, knocking and waiting for her to answer before I just barge right in like I did with Brittany. Don't want her to think I'm a creep. When I hear her say to come in, I poke my head in and give her a feeble smile. "Brittany told me to come back in and check on you one last time. I agreed, and well, here I am. Are you sure you're okay?" I ask, making my voice sound as sincere and welcoming as possible. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot going on in my head. Nothing big enough to talk about though." She says, her voice cracking ever so slightly when she utters the word 'fine'. That's when I know she truly isn't fine, and it's something big. "Well, I won't pry. Get a good nights sleep Chels." I say, turning to leave. "Wait, Brandon?" She asks, her voice laced with worry. "Yeah?" I respond, turning back to face her. "Will you stay with me tonight? I slept the best I have in a while the other time you spent the night." Chelsea walks over towards me, giving me a puppy-dog look. "How can I turn that down when you're looking at me like that." I chuckle, managing to make her smile.

"I don't have anything to change into though, that might be a small problem for me." I say, looking down at what I'm wearing. Jeans and thankfully a loose t-shirt. "Don't worry, I stole a few pairs of Patrick's favorite sweats, they're just too comfortable and they fortunately have a drawstring so I can actually wear them." Chelsea says giggling a little. Smiling, I take a seat on the corner of her bed as she goes to retrieve the sweatpants.

She tosses me the pants and I retreat to the bathroom to change quickly. Once I get back into her room, she's already snuggled up in bed under the covers. Half of the pillows that were on her bed are now residing on the floor. Chuckling, I toss my jeans over the back of a chair and join Chelsea, wrapping an arm gently around her and tugging her close to me. "Feeling any better?" I ask, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah, being with you makes me feel utterly and completely safe. Just thought you should know that." She says tiredly. "We can watch something on the television if you'd like?" She suggests, reaching for the remote that's on her bedside table. "Sounds good to me." I reply as she turns on the television and starts flipping through the channels before settling on one. It doesn't take too long until she finally passes out and I reach over her so I can turn the television off and go to sleep myself. Even though she didn't share what truly is wrong, the fact she told me she feels safe when I'm with her is enough. Not only does it make me feel good about us, it just makes me feel good in general. Sure, we've only been dating for three weeks and I've already spent the night with her twice, but not in the way you would think. Neither of us are like that, and for that I'm thankful. I'm sure she's been with other guys, hopefully not many. I just have a really good feeling about us, and I hope I'm right.

Notes

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I had quite a bit of writers block towards the end but thanks to one of my friends, I overcame that! I do plan on updating again either tomorrow or Wednesday, as I have many ideas for another chapter already flowing in my brain! I hope I can do it :D Anyways, what do you think Chelsea's 'secret' is? Is it something BIG or something small? We shall see ;) Happy Reading!