Fifty Shades of Brown

Chapter One


I stare at myself in the mirror. Why did I cut my bangs like this, again? My hair is dark brown, bangs cut straight across. Eyes; deep brown, too large for my face, the colour of a BM. I look like a stereotypical anime character. My body; ruined from child birth. Pear shaped and bottom heavy, my father would often say I was "sturdy, like a boat". Don't worry dad, it only hurts my feelings every time I think of it.


"Chelsey, are you finished in the bathroom?" Joshua Jackson yells through the door, over the sound of my tasty jams.
"Give me a few minutes." I called back, "I drank too much coffee."


It's not a glamorous life, but it's mine.


I open the door to find Joshua Jackson pacing back and fourth. His green eyes gleaming. Slowly turning red and watery, as I sprayed too much air freshener.
"I need to run to the store, we ran out of coffee cream." I said in a dark, husky voice. "We also need garbage bags."
A smile danced across his lips.
"Take my debit card, I'm going to take a shower." he breathed heavily.
A shower, I thought to myself. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. The bathroom hasn't been cleaned in weeks. The laundry piling up on the floor, a spider laying lifeless where I squished it with a shampoo bottle. Hair sprinkled on the sink from where he shaved.
I pushed up against him.
"Be careful with the faucet handle. It's been falling off."


I met Joshua Jackson when I was a rookie working for the FBI. We worked on a case together, involving people trapped in amber on a city bus. He has saved me from kidnapping, wandered through my mind (literally), been erased from time, and had a baby with my doppelganger. We fell elbow deep in love, and the rest is history.
That was in no way a rip off from the plot of Fringe.
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I make my way up the stairs of our two storey apartment, the sound of "Toopey and Bino" echoing off the walls. The smell of last night's fish tacos still lingering in the air.
"Get out of the garbage, IDIOT." I say lovingly to our stupid ginger cat Louie. He looks at me with indifference. He listens to no man. I have a quiet respect for him.
I putter around the kitchen, throwing out pop cans and cardboard, flicking giant ants off of the counter top from time to time.
"Chelsey, we need to talk." Joshua Jackson crept behind me and carefully brushed the hair off my shoulder, lightly drawing a circle on my skin with his fingers. My skin throbbed where he touched me.
"You have a discoloured mole here, I think maybe you should have it checked out." he whispered. "And I find you so incredibly irresistible when you don't recycle."
"Take me now, Joshua Jackson." I grabbed him by the pants and pulled him in. He breathed heavily with anticipation. I slipped my hand into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. "The walk-in clinic is open until 5."