ArcArc stood transfixed, the tempest outside mirroring the turmoil within. Thunderclaps shook the air, but he didn't flinch, his gaze entranced by the rain-lashed darkness.Raindrops slapped his face, icy fingers grasping his skin, yet he felt nothing. Numbness had long been his shield, his protector against the agonies of his past.But tonight, the dam cracked.Memories he'd long suppressed rose like a deluge, threatening to engulf him. The echoes of his past traumas resurfaced, haunting his Memories he'd desperately buried surged forth, a tidal wave of anguish. The waste truck's putrid stench, Big Mac's sadistic laughter, Jax's menacing sneer, the cackling of the menacing woman – all assaulted his mind.Arc's chest tightened, his breathing shallow. He felt like he was drowning, unable to escape the abyss of his memories. Though, his expression remained impassive, a mask he'd perfected over years of concealment. But his eyes betrayed him, a fleeting glimmer of
Chelsea & ArcChelsea couldn't explain the feelings thrumming through him as he brushed lips with Arc. Heat settled in his lower belly and he proceeded to deepen the kiss but Arc gently pushed him away."Chelsea, wait." Arc said, his voice husky.The rejection stung. Did Arc not want him the way he wanted him? Did he not also feel the same sense of emotions that was wading though Chelsea. Did he not sense the electricity that'd sparked as their lips touched?Chelsea's eyes searched Arc's face, confusion and vulnerability etched on his own. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Arc's chest heaved, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking escape. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.Chelsea's heart sank, the sting of rejection still fresh. He took a step back, giving Arc space."Is it me?" Chelsea asked, his voice trembling. "Do you not...feel the same way?"Arc's gaze snapped back to Chelsea's, his eyes filled with a mix of
ChelseaThe rain's gentle patter enveloped them, a soothing serenade that lulled Chelsea into a state of deep relaxation. Snuggled against Arc's warm body, Chelsea felt enveloped in a sense of safety and belonging. Arc's chest rose and fell beneath his ear, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that synchronized with Chelsea's own.As Arc's fingers stroked his hair, Chelsea's eyes drifted shut, and he surrendered to the intimacy. "Are you okay?" Arc's voice rumbled, laced with concern and a hint of vulnerability.Chelsea smiled, aware of the double meaning behind the question. "I'm okey dokey good," he replied, his tone playful, yet reassuring.Arc's uncertainty lingered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're sure you're...?"Chelsea's gaze met Arc's, their eyes locking in a tender, searching embrace. "Archie, I'm fine," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "I can still feel the imprint of you inside me." His words dripped with sensuality, yet conveyed
ArcChelsea was far away, plucking strawberries with a carefree smile etched on his face. The warm sunlight danced across his features, illuminating the gentle curve of his cheeks and the soft crinkle around his eyes. His white linen shirt billowed in the breeze, its relaxed fit accentuating the subtle strength of his shoulders. Arc's gaze lingered, drinking in the tranquil scene. As Arc smiled, his heart swelled with affection. He took a step forward, his feet carrying him toward Chelsea with an eagerness that belied the unease growing within. But it was as if his feet had rooted to the earth. Invisible hands grasped him, their dark energy suffocating, drawing the air from his lungs. Panic flared in Arc's chest as he struggled against the unseen force. His eyes locked onto Chelsea, desperate to hold onto the connection between them. Chelsea, still oblivious, continued picking strawberries, his laughter echoing through the field like a cruel taunt. Arc's vision began to blur, the vi
ChelseaLast night had been a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlpool that had pulled Chelsea under and left him gasping for air. Arc had laid bare his soul, exposing the deepest, darkest secret he'd kept hidden from the world – even from Penelope. Chelsea's heart still raced at the memory of Arc's vulnerability, the anguish etched on his face like a scar.As he stood in Arc's room, Chelsea felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He'd fled to the bathroom, or so he'd claimed, but the truth was he'd needed to escape the overwhelming emotions that had threatened to consume him. The annoyance in Arc's eyes when Penelope interrupted their moment had sparked something primal within Chelsea, a fierce protectiveness he couldn't contain.And then, the memories of their passion flooded back, searing his mind like a branding iron. Arc's claim on him had been fierce, unrelenting, his touch igniting a fire that had burned them both. Chelsea's skin still tingled from the rough caress of Arc's lips
ArcArc basked in the unprecedented bliss, his heart soaring. He had revealed hidden facets of himself to Chelsea, vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. And Chelsea accepted him without hesitation, without revulsion. Their boundary had been breached, leaving Arc questioning their relationship. Were they still pretend friends? Pretend friends didn't share passionate a passionate. Arc's inexperience with intimacy left him uncertain. Was Chelsea now his lover? The thought ignited a warm glow in his belly, but his mind recoiled at the implications. Could someone like Chelsea, beautiful and kind, truly want him? Arc's scars, emotional and physical, seemed insurmountable. Yet, Chelsea's acceptance and gentle touch whispered possibilities. Arc's heart wrestled with fear and hope. But his mind reeled at the impossibility. Arc's doubts resurfaced, tarnishing his bliss. What could he offer Chelsea? He wasn't wealthy, handsome, or successful. He hadn't even gone to college. But the
Chelsea"I can't do this anymore." Lily's voice was instantaneously warm and concerned on the other end of the line. "Chelsea, what's wrong?" But before Chelsea could respond, a crash echoed through the phone, followed by Lily's laughter. "What's going on?" Chelsea asked, frustration etched in his voice. "I'm trying to shave," Lily replied, "but apparently, multitasking is overrated." "Eew, Lily, TMI. I didn't need to know that," Chelsea said, his disgust evident. It wasn't a detail he wanted to be aware of. Lily chuckled. "Well, you already do. And besides, you asked." Chelsea hesitated. "You're really shaving...down there?" Lily's tone turned dry. "No, Chelsea. I was just testing your tolerance for awkward conversations. Chelsea paused, his mind still reeling. "Are you really shaving your—" "No, Chelsea, I am not," Lily interrupted, her tone teasing. "Why would I tell you if I was shaving my pubic hair?" Chelsea's frustration boiled over. "I don't know, everythi
Arc"Are you alright, Archer? You look pale." Angel asked.Arc's response was curt, his words clipped. "I'm fine."His leg felt numb, and things had taken a dramatic turn after Bill's drastic fall. The ambulance had come and carted Bill away. Now, two police officers stood before them, wanting their statements.Officer Garner's friendly smile seemed perfected to put people at ease, but his eyes were searching and analytic. His partner, Officer Rogers, a bright-eyed and eager apprentice, fumbled with his pen and pad, his scribbles bordering on illegible.They gathered around him as he stood authoritatively, scrutinizing each of their faces with that same reassuring smile."Can anyone tell me what happened leading up to Mr. Lank's fall?" Garner asked.Brandon dissolved into a blubbering, sweaty mess. "I swear, Officer, I didn't kill him! I only witnessed him die!"Kaitlyn slapped her forehead. "Oh mother of all.""The victim is not dead, boy." Garner corrected."I'm Brandon," the y
ChelseaChelsea's resentment towards his parents began when he was just six years old. Their presence in his life was always a source of discomfort. Despite their wealth, they barely had time for him, yet they would splurge thousands of dollars on extravagant parties and events.One particular memory stood out in Chelsea's mind. His mother had organized a fundraiser for an orphanage, but only after being dared by a friend. The event had been more of a lavish spectacle, where the wealthy elite could flaunt their assets in a bidding war. Nevertheless, the fundraiser had raised nearly half a million dollars, and the children had left with beaming smiles after their singing performance, likely dreaming of new clothes, shoes, and warm meals. Chelsea had yearned to join them, captivated by the joy radiating from their faces. It was probably the only genuinely good thing his mother had ever done, however unintentionally.At 12 years old, Chelsea's anger and resentment had boile
ArcAs the group left, Arc moved to sit on the blanket, his eyes scanning the beautifully arranged picnic scene. The attention to detail was impressive, with delicate sandwiches, colorful fruit, and an assortment of sweet treats laid out on a vibrant blanket. The whole setup was a testament to the group's thoughtfulness and effort.As the minutes ticked by, anticipation and nervousness swirled inside Arc like a restless storm. He waited patiently, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Chelsea's arrival. The warm sun beat down on him, casting a golden glow over the deserted beach. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore created a soothing melody that seemed to stretch out the minutes into an eternity.Arc checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the slow movement of the hands a stark reminder that time was passing, yet Chelsea was nowhere to be seen. He fidgeted with the hem of his pants, his fingers drumming out a staccato beat on the fabric.As the h
ArcArc raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his supposed transformation, but he couldn't ignore the look of wonder in Penelope's eyes. Her gaze sparkled with excitement, and her smile was infectious.Penelope checked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen before she looked up at Arc. "Sarah's already here. Let's go," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.They stepped outside into the bright sunlight, and Arc's eyes landed on Sarah's beaten, red car parked by the curb. The vibrant color seemed to match Sarah's lively personality, and Arc couldn't help but smile.As they slid into the car, Penelope claiming the passenger seat, Arc's mind began to wander. Sarah and Penelope chatted back and forth, their conversation flowing easily, but Arc was barely paying attention. His thoughts had already drifted to Chelsea, and he found himself wondering what she would say when he saw him. Would he be surprised? Would he be impressed?As the car glided through the streets, Arc's
Arc"The wheel of time is really running," Sarah said, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "It hasn't even been two months since Arc fell head over heels in love."Penelope chuckled, and Arc shot her an accusing glance. "You told them?" he asked, his voice laced with indignation.Gertrude, her silver hair styled in a neat bun, smiled knowingly. "No, dear, she did not. It was quite obvious to our aging eyes, however."Arc looked away, his face warming with embarrassment. "It really is obvious?" he muttered.Doris, her eyes twinkling with kindness, patted his hand. "Yes, dear. But don't worry, we've got you covered."Ethel, her voice gruff, complained, "I don't even know why y'all called me here."Doris shot her a stern glance. "Shut it, Ethel. You said you wanted coffee."Ethel scowled. "With a shot of alcohol, but you brought me to a sissy place."Just then, a thin, teenage boy with wild pink hair appeared at their side, a notepad and pen at the ready. "Hi, w
ArcArc felt a sense of déjà vu as he basked in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Familiar arms seemed to wrap around him, and gentle fingers caressed his skin, tracing the contours of his scars without hesitation. A smile threatened to break free as he turned to face the owner of those arms.Chelsea's sweet smile greeted him, radiating an otherworldly glow. Arc's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at Chelsea's luminous face. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and he reached out to touch Chelsea's face, his fingers yearning for contact.But reality came crashing down as Arc's eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at his empty ceiling. The familiar arms were gone, and his own arms felt eerily empty. Panic set in as he scrambled to sit up, his gaze frantically scanning the room.The bed beside him was vacant, and a wave of desperation washed over him. Grogginess clouded his mind, but as he sat up and took stock of his surroundings, his
Chelsea Chelsea's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.Arc turned to Chelsea, unsureness clouding his eyes. "Do you want to be with Kai?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.Chelsea's brow furrowed. "Why would you ask that?" he asked, his voice cautious.He wondered what could've possibly given Arc that assumption.Arc's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions. "Cause you're attracted to him, and he couldn't take his damn eyes off you," he said, annoyance lacing his voice.Chelsea's voice was soft and gentle as he moved closer to Arc. "No, no, why would I want to be with Kai?" he asked, his eyes filled with sincerity.He took Arc's hands in his, his touch warm and comforting. "I have you," Chelsea whispered, his voice filled with emotion.It was true Kai was exactly his type but that was before...Arc's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, he's attractive, and I'm not."Chelsea's grip on Arc'
Chelsea The silence was cut off by Brandon's question."Um, what's transgender?" Brandon asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.Chelsea explained patiently, "It's when someone is assigned a gender at birth, but they identify as another gender." He glanced at Arc, wondering what his reaction would be. Arc's expression was neutral, but Chelsea detected a hint of curiosity in his eyes."I don't get it," Brandon admitted, his face scrunched up in puzzlement.Chelsea tried again, feeling all eyes on him, "Eddie was born a girl, but he identifies as a boy." He enunciated slowly, hoping Brandon would understand."How's that possible?" Brandon asked, his eyes wide with wonder.Kai jumped in, "Take our cousin River for example. We went to their coming-out party, remember?"Brandon shook his head, "I don't know, I was stuck with Pa Monty doing crossword puzzles."Kai chuckled, "Well, River has always seemed like a girl to you, but they're actually non-binary."Brandon's eyes widened further, "
Arc Arc's agitation grew with each passing moment. His heart pulsed rapidly, a testament to his frazzled nerves. Where were Chelsea and Ethel? Their delayed arrival only fueled his anxiety. "What's taking them so long?" Arc muttered, pacing back and forth. Sarah placed a calming hand on his arm. "Hold your horses, they'll probably be here any minute." Kaitlyn's brow furrowed. "If Ethel doesn't kill him first. She doesn't exactly seem to have a liking for Chelsea." Doris snorted, rolling her eyes. "Ethel doesn't have a liking for anyone." Arc's concern, however, wasn't about Ethel's animosity toward Chelsea. It was Bill. The memory of Bill's lustful gaze on Chelsea still seared his mind. Arc's hands clenched into fists as he recalled the overwhelming urge to grip Bill's throat, to pluck out those lecherous eyes. He didn't want Bill's tainted hands anywhere near Chelsea, didn't want him to breathe the same air as him, let alone cause harm. The mere thought sent a shiver down Arc's
Chelsea Bill's gaze darted around the room, ensuring they were alone."How did you...?" Bill's voice trailed off, his eyes locked on Ethel.Ethel's gaze snapped to his, her eyes glinting with triumph.Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "What I mean is, I have a video of you fucking yourself with a 10-inch dildo, wearing a pig costume and rubbing yourself on a desk."Chelsea's jaw dropped, shocked."I thought he'd just hit his ass with a paddle in a pig costume while oinking," Chelsea whispered.Ethel's gaze flicked to Chelsea. "He did that too. Don't mention it to the others." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't want to ruin their PG-13 rated baby ears."Chelsea turned to Bill, whose face burned crimson."And what's with you and desks?" Chelsea asked.Bill's glare was venomous. "Mind your fucking business." His voice snarled. "And I don't care about what you know. You don't have proof."Ethel's smile was radiant. "Oh, dearie dear, you should know better. I'm always 5