Arc Thursday was not looking to be a good day for him. His leg was a throbbing mess and even though the weather was warm, his skin was beginning to feel irritable. And he still wasn't able to take his mind off Chelsea. How was he even sure the thing he was feeling for Chelsea was love? The fairytales his momma used to read to him offered no clarity. Nightly, he scoured those worn pages, seeking answers, before collapsing from exhaustion. To make matters worse, his workmate's diarrhea persisted, and the pigs' sty had become a messier nightmare. Arc gazed out at the sprawling pig farm, Bill's pride and joy. the numerous sties, tucked away in every corner, seemed to stretch on forever. his task was daunting: cleaning each one to Bill's meticulous standards. viruses and diseases lurked around every corner, or so Bill's wikipedia research claimed. Arc's workdays blurred together: 7 am starts, 9 pm finishes. little extra pay, but he could
Chelsea"You now have a million freaking followers Chelsea! That is crazy. It took a week for you to hit a million followers when you'd first created your I*******m account. And the tweets on Twitter about you and Archer are crazy." Lily's voice sounded in his ear. "Have you seen the comments? They are buzzing and raving. Larry Barry and Kevin can take that for a comeback! I'm back baby." Chelsea squealed, reveling in his triumph of a rebound. "Was I brilliant or was I brilliant?" Lily asked. Chelsea knew the question was rhetorical. "You're the total best Lily. I don't know what I'd do without you." Chelsea replied sweetly. "How about you start with adding a sizable bonus to my earnings, huh?" Lily said, suggestively. "As sizable as your wife's ass." Chelsea teased. "You leave my wife's booty alone. It's all mine." Lily laughed. Chelsea rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in your wife's anything, nor will I ever be." "Just don't forget the bonus." Lily reminded. "Yeah I won
ArcArc's hands shook as he devoured his food, desperate to distract himself from Penelope's piercing gaze. Did she sense the turmoil brewing within him? Could she hear his heart racing like a wild animal, driven by the sweet strawberry scent wafting from Chelsea's direction? Could she also feel the fear and excitement that filled him all at once? Penelope's knowing smile seemed to hold a secret, as if she saw the vulnerability Arc desperately concealed.The kitchen, once a cold space, now radiated warmth and connection.Chelsea's innocent question, "How was work today?" hung in the air. Arc nodded curtly, avoiding eye contact, haunted by the memory of Chelsea's kiss on his cheek. The gentle stretch of Chelsea's arms, the warmth in his eyes, had made Arc feel seen, welcomed home.The flutter in his chest intensified as Chelsea's hand brushed against his.Fear and excitement wrestled within him, threatening to expose his deepest emotions. Chelsea's gesture, stretching up to reach Arc'
ChelseaChelsea retreated to his room, seeking solitude as he struggled to process his emotions. The memory of Arc's peaceful snores on the couch and Penelope's warm smile at the door lingered in his mind. He wasn't ready to face Arc again, unsure of how to navigate his conflicting feelings. The thought of Lily's lectures, Patricia's sympathetic listening, or his mom's persistent cruise invitations only made him want to hide further. Chelsea's phone buzzed with a text from Sarge, a reminder of their Saturday plans. Anticipation mixed with apprehension, as Chelsea hadn't had a thrilling experience in a while. But a lingering fear whispered doubts, making him uneasy. His thumbs hovered over the screen before typing out a simple 'yeah'. He hesitated, wondering if he should express his reservations or enthusiasm, but settled for neutrality. Sarge's response came quickly: 'Okey dokey! See you at 7pm at Rick's Riot.' Chelsea's stomach fluttered at the plans, his mind racing with possibil
ArcThe garish neon lights of Rick's Riot towered above, casting an eerie glow over the darkened street. The bar's name pulsed like a warning signal, sending a shiver down Arc's spine and stirring a primal unease that made his instincts scream warning. Arc's hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation warring with curiosity. Rick's Riot, Thorne Town's beloved gay bar, beckoned with its vibrant neon lights. He hesitated outside Rick's Riot, his heart racing with uncertainty. He'd never set foot in a place like this before. The vibrant bar seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, intimidating him.But Chelsea waited inside, and Arc's desire to see him outweighed his apprehension.He took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, and was suddenly enveloped by the lively atmosphere. The air pulsed with indie beats, and the scent of craft beer mingled with the hum of conversation and laughter.As he scanned the crowd, Arc's insecurities resurfaced.
ChelseaChelsea watched Arc vanish into the night, swallowed by darkness. A pang of guilt nudged him, urging him to call out an apology. But he stifled it. None of this was his fault.Arc hadn't wanted to join him in the first place, so why was he acting betrayed? Who did Arc think he was, anyway? Dictating Chelsea's actions, treating him like property?A shiver ran down Chelsea's spine. He shook off the unease and stepped back into the warm glow of the bar. He'd better get inside and finish his drink, maybe it would numb the emptiness spreading through him, or at least dull the sting of Arc's rejection. His gaze locked onto the newcomer, Jeremy as he approached their table. Chelsea's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the spark of familiarity and longing in Arc's eyes when he'd seen him. The soft whisper of Jeremy's name had irked him."Hey, guys," Chelsea said, feigning enthusiasm. "Where were we?"He slid beside Jax, whose chiseled features and charming smile s
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
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