CHAPTER ONE

        CHELSEA

                           *new post*

     Hey guys, it's your fabulous/awesome/ass eating/rainbow pooping/favorite person in the whole world. Me!!! I'm sorry you're not seeing a video of me right now because I'm #lookingfabulous. It's the opening of the new Summer getaway luxury hotel which Andrew Waters (who is my father) and his partner Harry Doe built together by the open seaside of Thorne. And like you've all probably seen on the news and every media channel that exists, there would be a masquerade ball going on there tonight. And guess who just got his liposuction. LARRY BARRY!!  I know, y'all thought it'd be me but I'm as thin as whatever the definition of thin could ever be, so no liposuction for me fellas, thank you. 

I know y'all wanna see how beautifully done up I am but it's a secret till tonight fans so turn on that device, get popcorn if you wanna and make sure to stick to your devices at 8:00 clock cause you're gonna see me live at the event and make sure to keep some napkins beside you cause there's gonna be a lot of drooling.

And there's gonna be alot of #Chelsea WatersandKevinBrycegettingitup #Chelkensmooching #wipeyourspitfrom yourmouthcauseweareboyfriends

It's gonna be great and I can't wait to see y'all comments after.

#lotsofkisses #ilovemyfansandtheyloveme #ChelseaWatersisamazing #loveislove #ChelseaxKevin

XoXo

"And posted " He said aloud. He grinned at the sudden beep beep of his phone as the comments flooded in.

He grinned harder as his phone suddenly began to ring.

"Hey Jody Joe, how's it going?"

"Did you seriously have to call yourself an ass eater and a rainbow pooper? It's obscene"

"Oh come on Jody, most of my viewers are 18+ rated and the not 18+ rated ones have probably seen much worse anyways. And being gay is legal in the US now"

"That word is offensive to the other gays out there in the world Chelsea, not every gay guy is a rainbow pooper like you and some of them don't even like ass. You've gotta think before you post"

Chelsea rolled his eyes. "I know you're not calling me to defend the feelings of 'the gay people out there in the world Jody. What's the problem?"

"There's no problem unless you decide to cause one. Your father called me."

"Hey, that's not fair" He groaned "You work for me, remember?"

"No, I work to keep you out of trouble. Your father pays me."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. No need to be a sadist."

"That's not my concern right now. I've been instructed to caution you to not make a mess."

"When you say caution you mean warn. My father's threatening me. That's usually his MO."

"Just don't do anything stupid Chelsea. Your father growled this time."

"Ooh, was it growly or growlingly?"

Annoyance laced the words she spoke next.

"Don't do anything that'll put your father's reputation on the line." And the call was disconnected.

         Pssh. He patted his soft, flopped over hair. He'd spent six hours with his hair stylist to perfect the look he wanted and three more with his facial specialist. His father wasn't the only person that wanted tonight's event to be perfect. It was going to be the very first event he and Kevin would be seen together as an official couple. He could hardly wait. All the days of hyperventilating and constant worry that something would go wrong was all for nought after a therapeutic session with his manicurist yesterday, it was less crisis foreboding for him now. Thank God for Patricia, he'd nearly consulted a supposed witch who'd help him abolish every threat that dared ruin everything for him. It'd just been his insecurities and level of expectancy riling him up and all for nothing. Everything would be just fine. Perfect even, his life was perfect and nothing would change that for him. 

    It was all about positive thinking, yeah, that'd been what Patricia had droned in him after working out a hideous small bump on his pinkie finger. He still didn't remember when or how he got that bump. He must really have been out of it the past few days.

     Danger alarm rang out from his phone and he shut his eyes after seeing the name of his caller on his screen. He opened them, swiped connect and put it on loud speaker.

A cheery voice rang out. "Hello my dear sweet boy"

"Hello Mother"

"How's it going with you today? You must be excited about tonight. You haven't stopped talking about how you and Ken are going to be officially seen together tonight"

"I haven't spoken to you in months Mother"

"Oh, don't be like that dear. We've both been busy"

" You're scuba diving in Cambodia Mother. " He gritted his teeth.

"But I'm lonely here."

"A picture was uploaded last week of you coming back from an orgy."

"They didn't even let the cum dry on my face first."

"You could've washed your face before leaving the orgy-dom"

"It made me feel dirty and you know how I love dirt."

Urgh, he wished the call was over before it even began.

"I'm glad that you're having fun. You called because...?"

A pause. "Your father called me."

"Wait, is it season nine of Grey's Anatomy here because I'm starting to feel like a disaster. Why did he call you?"

"He also called Mary."

He reached for his comfort stuffy and hugged it close to him. 

"And John." He squished it tighter. Not his Uncle John too. He wouldn't be surprised if his phone rang again after he's ended his mother's.

"I won't do anything stupid."

She was quiet again. He waited.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure Mother."

"You know I was once married to your father and believe me when I say he's the most difficult person I've ever known. And I know a lot of people."

"I know that."

"Okay, I called to just make sure. He also growled."

"Ugh, why is my life like this?" He almost screamed.

"Don't know Sweetheart, you've got to figure that out yourself. Bye."

The line ended.

He could feel his positivity draining out of him like blood from a gun shot wound. It was devastating to know that nobody had any faith in him. He'd done a few unwise actions in his life. More like a lot, but still, he wasn't a major fuck up. He had a thriving fan base and he didn't even have to depend on his trust fund for his little needs. He was on his own two feet so that counted for something.

Although, it didn't matter what people thought of him. He wouldn't mess up for sure because tonight's stakes were a lot more higher for him.