CHELSEA
*new post* Hi. So last night happened which was unexpected. Wish everything would feel better already. #kevincheated #chelseabrokenheartemojis #upheaval #harrywatersballnightcrash #amhurt The comments started to come in. lolligurl ×are you okay Chelsea?× foreignbibee ×Kevin deserves to burn in hell× nofaker101 ×you both looked so good together (crying emoji times three)× gaylord ×WE LOOVVEEE YOU CHELSEA× screamingbanshee ×ugh, last night was so dramatic× Chelsea smiled as he read the encouragements and threats against Kevin. He would have to do a live video really soon, with fake tears dripping down his face and tissue boxes surrounding him. He'd sniff and cry and bring snot out if his nose, then after a few weeks, he'd post pictures and videos showing that he's moved on and is on a path of self discovery. He would've done it now but he wasn't in the mood to be vulnerable. He needed to think clearer, without an headache lingering in the back of his head. Last night had been the worst night of his life. It even beats the time he'd tripped while doing a live feed and fallen into a water fountain, gulping in one of the small colourful fishes. He still shuddered everytime. His phone beeped again, a new comment. He frowned at it. annihilatorAK47 ×y'all shouldn't be so ignorant. Remember the waiter he'd kissed? Chelsea is so self absorbed that he'd looked past the fact that he'd literally harassed somebody at his workplace and had shamed him for having an 'unusual' face. Being beautiful is not just about having a pretty face and you Chelsea are the ugliest person I've ever seen. #chelseaugliestbitchintheworld Chelsea scoffed. What? He couldn't believe it. Who the hell did this person think they were? meeeeee2U ×what?!!!! Chelsea is perrrrfect both in and out× lgbtqsoul ×i was thinking the same thing annihilatorAK47. The waiter didn't deserve to be treated the way he'd been treated last night. ofcourseimalive ×chelsea is such a whiny spoilt bitch rocknrollrocksandrolls ×influencers are so influenced by the beauty quota. nannyfae ×you have been a bad boy dear Chelsea justiceforall ×the waiter deserves an apology from you Chelsea #apologynecessitated claudia106 ×rich people are such snobs dontknowdontcare247 ×dieeeeee Chelsea Waters!!!!! Chelsea widened his face in horror at the curse words and demeaning remarks that rushed in. What? He was the one that'd gotten cheated on and they were more concerned about a waiter whom he'd kissed. He barely remembered what happened after that. He'd woken at 10am with a melted tub of ice cream clutched in his arms and season three of Brooklyn nine nine playing on the big TV screen opposite the bed. He'd been grateful for not ending up in a ditch somewhere or in a lanky motel where the owner installs cameras in rooms to catch unsuspecting lodgers in their nudes to sell on the dark web or something. annihilatorAK47 ×we should put an end to the tyranny of rich snobbish boys on social media trying to modify what beauty should be. #annihilatechelseaandtherest Someone unfollowed him. Then ten. It was a hundred next. He screamed. He'd lost more than a thousand followers already in less than two minutes. He gripped his phone tighter and refused to believe his eyes. He was losing his followers fast, more comments drowning him. Was this a bad dream or the scheme of some other influencer who wanted him out of the way. His phone rang. He saw the picture of Lily's smiling face, his number one supporter, on the caller ID. "On a scale of one to ten, how freaked out are you?" Her soothing voice asked. "An eleven." "Which means you're freaked out bad." "What the hell do I do Lily, they're leaving like water in a basket." "First, a deep breath Chelsea." He breathe deeply, gathering as much air as possible. "Let it out." He released the withheld breath. "Now, don't talk in that high pitched tone of yours. Last night was a complete mess Chelsea, a big one." "Tell me you've found a way to fix it. " Knowing Lily, she probably already did. She was the most efficient person he knew. She was a vibrant twenty something but worked like a computer. " I have a plan." Everything suddenly seemed less gloomy. "You remember the Malibu trio?" Pineapples, lots of sand and three egoistical real rich snobs. "Who can ever forget the three idiots who'd ran over a dog while drinking and driving. That'd been a wild story. Hashtag revenge for all puppies, hashtag puppies love." "Yeah and they'd later adopted the lost puppy since the owners didn't want him anymore." "Yeah, in that one video where they'd taken it to a vet last year, Hanhaw's dick print did seem a lot bigger than it normally did. I would know since I blew him last spring at his birthday bash. Ugh, remind me why I'd gone to that party? I can still taste the horse's semen, tell me why I'd done the dare OMG......." "You're going a little off track here Chelsea, paddle back to the puppy's adoption part." "It was real cute with lots of I*******m lovey doveyness, please get to the point that I kinda seem to be missing here." " Exactly Chelsea, that's what you are going to do." "I should adopt a dog?" " No, the waiter." " I should adopt the server at last night's gala." "No for goodness sake Chelsea. You said the word, lovey doveyness, except, your hashtag is gonna be hashtag beauty friends beast." "You're saying I should befriend him." "In front of the camera, you have to show your fans that you can admit to a wrong and correct it. Easy peasy." "What?! I'm not doing it. I'm not staying here long enough to pull up a shenanigan like that. I plan to leave for New York the day after tomorrow." "What happened to LA?" "My dad lives there and I don't want us crossing paths till the whole thing has dialled down completely." "More reason for you to do this." "What if he refuses?" "You'll offer him something he cannot refuse " "There's no way I'm gonna sleep with him." "No, not sex. Why did your mind go to sex first?" "Because, hello, I'm Chelsea Waters, an embodiment of hotness and sass. Who wouldn't wanna have his way with me? " "I wouldn't." "You have a wife, a butch one." "Greatest decision of my life." "Yeah, so what am I gonna offer him. A virgin?" "Money dummy, you're rich. Use it." He was rich and he could use it. Money buys a lot of things. Fancy cars, an expensive watch, vacations, even the cooperation of a weird waiter. He could do it. It was just like Tom Loony would say, ' you've gotta do what you've gotta do to do what you've gotta do.' "How do I reach out to him? Anybody miraculously knows where the man disappeared to last night?" "I've got that covered, I'll send you his work address, all of last night's employees had filled in their information and he'd come recommended by a person who seems important enough to be taken seriously." "Knew I could count on you. You're a ray of sunshine in my dark life." "And I'm the sun in my partner's. I'm a person of great importance, to my partner mostly." It hit him with a pang in his chest. Partner. So sure and confident. He'd lost that last night. The image of Kevin kissing the other guy, kissing him so boldly at the event, for the eyes of the everyone to see. For him to see, like he didn't care if Chelsea got his heart broken in a million pieces. "It's gonna get better Chelsea." He didn't say anything to that. "Send the address Lily, I just wanna get everything over with." Right now, getting his fans back was the most important thing. Everything else could come after.Chelsea Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. His relationship with Arc had been a journey, filled with ups and downs. At first, there were Arc's doubts, which lingered despite Chelsea's best efforts to reassure him. Then, Penelope had left for college after , leaving Arc heartbroken. Chelsea remembered the day vividly - Arc's brave face at the airport, followed by tears and stories of their childhood in Chelsea's arms that night.As time went on, Chelsea encouraged Arc to pursue his passions. Arc had always dreamed of being a writer, having penned children's stories in his youth. But those stories had been burned, a painful reminder of his mother's departure. Chelsea's presence in his life had slowly begun to heal those old wounds, and Arc was finally starting to rediscover his love for writing.Arc's dream of pursuing an online English course had been within reach, but the tuition fees had seemed insurmountable. That was when the town had rallied aroun
Arc Arc's grip on Chelsea's hand tightened as they drove down the winding road, the destination unknown to him. Curiosity swirled in his chest, but it was overpowered by a creeping sense of fear. What if this was all just a dream? What if he'd wake up to find Chelsea gone, and he was still trapped in that cold, dark place? The memory of the stone slab and the menacing woman's face lingered, making his heart racing. Fear of being truly alone threatened to overwhelm him. So he held on to Chelsea's hand, his fingers intertwining with Chelsea's as the other hand steadied the wheel. Arc snuck a glance at Chelsea, finding him intently focused on the road ahead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. There was a sense of determination etched on his face, as if he was on a mission. Arc's curiosity piqued, wondering what could be so important that Chelsea felt compelled to show him. A nagging doubt crept in - could this be some kind of cruel prank, designed to mock him? It was po
ChelseaChelsea stood at the door, his lip caught between his teeth as he hesitated over the plan he and the others had devised. The memory of the pain he'd caused Arc still lingered, and he'd long since accepted the weight of his mistakes. Yet, despite Arc's skeptical gaze and blunt refusal, Chelsea had glimpsed something else - a flicker of hope that had ignited a spark within him.He stared at the aloe vera plant, seeking answers, but its spiky exterior simply faced the open air, unmoving and unresponsive. The fact that it was still very much alive only seemed to mock him, a reminder that even the most resilient things couldn't provide the solace he sought.As dusk approached, the sun cast a warm, golden glow. The others had pressured him to put their plan into action the day Arc left the hospital, but Chelsea had insisted on giving him time to rest. However, he couldn't deny the truth: he'd been afraid to face Arc, to feel the weight of his disappointment, to see the d
ArcArc stepped out of the hospital, and the cool air hit him like a slap in the face. He felt a rush of emotions: relief from escaping the hospital's sterile smell and the suffocating white walls, annoyance at the doctor's presumptions and Chelsea's sudden reappearance.But Chelsea... Arc's mind snagged on the thought of him. He didn't know what he felt about Chelsea. Maybe he knew, but he didn't want to acknowledge the spark of happiness that had flared to life when he saw Chelsea standing in his hospital room. Arc tried to squelch it down, to bury it beneath a layer of anger and hurt.He didn't trust Chelsea. He didn't know why Chelsea was really back, and he wasn't going to let his guard down again. But despite his best efforts, memories came flooding back: the pain, the heartache, the longing. Arc's chest constricted, and his left leg wobbled beneath him. He stumbled, catching himself on a nearby car.As he leaned against the cool metal, Arc felt a wave of fear w
ChelseaArc drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind foggy and his body weak. Chelsea sat beside him, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. The doctor came in regularly, checking Arc's vitals and reassuring Chelsea that he was on the mend."He's doing well, considering," the doctor said, smiling kindly at Chelsea. "The fever's broken, and his infection is responding to the antibiotics. He just needs rest and time to recover."Chelsea nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He glanced at Arc, who was stirring again, his eyes fluttering open.The doctor smiled. "He's going to be okay. And I think having you here is helping him. When he's deep in sleep, he always reaches for you. It's quite remarkable."Chelsea's heart swelled with emotion. He was grateful to be able to be there for Arc, to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.Just then, a commotion erupted outside the hospital room. The band of grandmothers and book club membe
ChelseaChelsea's gaze lingered on Arc's fragile form, stretched out on the hospital bed like a broken doll. The steady beep of the machine was a harsh reminder that Arc's life hung in the balance. Chelsea's mind reeled with regret and self-recrimination. Why had he left him? Why had he abandoned him when he needed them most? The weight of his mistake threatened to crush them.As he stood there, frozen in anguish, the door burst open and Penelope stormed in. Her hazel-brown eyes blazed with fury, and her brown hair was disheveled, as if she'd rushed out of the house without bothering to brush it. Her glasses were knocked askew, sitting crookedly on her nose, and her rumpled clothes suggested she'd thrown them on in a hurry. Beside her, a girl with a worried expression tried to calm her down, placing a restraining hand on Penelope's arm.But Penelope shook her off, her eyes fixed on Chelsea. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice like a whip.Chelsea opened his mouth to spea