Arc Arc departed the party with a mix of exasperation and relief, after standing in a stiff posture for a selfie with Chelsea and his eager fans. Today marked a first for him – his first appearance in a social gathering that he'd been invited to, let alone a party. And, astonishingly, someone had touched him without recoiling in disgust. Typically, people didn't dare spare him a second glance. Yet, a gentle hum stirred in his belly, leaving him perplexed. He couldn't quite pinpoint the sensation, but it was a pleasant, warm feeling that enveloped him. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you seem to be in a good mood," Chelsea said, his voice laced with surprise. Arc turned to him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he adjusted his position to avoid hitting his head on the roof. His leg throbbed with a dull ache, but it was manageable. The discomfort did little to dampen the strange, fluttery sensation that had taken up residence in his s
Chelsea Lily smiled as she scrolled through Chelsea's phone, admiring the photos he'd taken with River and her friends, with Arc brooding in the background... "Brilliant pics, Chelsea. You did great." Chelsea beamed with pride, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I do have a great knack for being awesome at everything." Lily rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Remind me to never compliment you again." They sat outside at a quaint cafe, surrounded by lush greenery and the gentle hum of conversation. The warm sun cast a cozy glow over the scene. Lily had highly recommended this spot, claiming they served the best mocha latte in town. Chelsea, however, was unimpressed. He took a sip of the drink, his face scrunching up in distaste. "Ugh, this is way too sweet," Chelsea said, pushing the cup away. "And the foam is overpowering." Lily laughed. "What's wrong with you? This is the best part!" "If you die of diabetes, I do
Arc "Just finished fixing the door," Brandon said, beaming with pride and held the door open, wider. "Sturdy now, isn't it?" Arc responded with a curt nod and began to walk past him. Brandon's grin faltered as he added, "You don't talk much. When I first saw you, I thought you were...you know, mute." He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his empty hand. "Not in a stupid way, just...not able to speak." Arc raised an eyebrow at the man, sceptical. He was certain Brandon hadn't thought him mute initially. He could still recall the remark Brandon had made when they first met. "I'm sure you had other thoughts about me," Arc said dryly. Brandon paused, as if collecting his thoughts, and scratched his head. "I don't think I..." He trailed off, then winced, his cheeks flushing with redness. "Yeah, I remember now. Look," Brandon sighed, "I'm sorry about what I said when you first arrived. I say stupid
Arc "Welcome, everyone! Glad you're all cozy and settled in." A warm voice called out, and its owner came into view from the corner, carrying a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The aroma of sweet vanilla and chocolate wafted through the air, tantalizing to a person's taste buds. "For a host, you're fashionably late as always, Angel!" Kaitlyn teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. Angel gave an apologetic look, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Cupcakes can be a bit finicky, but I hope they're worth the wait! I wanted to make sure they were perfect for our little gathering." Brandon chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe next time, prep them ahead of time, Angel? We're starving over here!" Angel laughed and set the tray down on the table, amidst the plush couches. The cupcakes were arranged artfully, with colorful sprinkles and creamy frosting. Brandon couldn't help but ooh and ahh over the sweet treats. Arc
Chelsea Lily's parting shot still echoed in his mind: "You're not gonna let your ex get all the glory after he cheated, right?" She'd sped off to zoom with her wife, which didn't remind Chelsea of his non-existent love life. His ex's player ways and sympathy fest weren't even on his radar. He had something pertaining to look forward to anyways. He still hadn't forgotten about Sarge's invite and he was going to have to take him up on it since it'd been too long he'd rolled in the hay with someone. Chelsea was a pro at one-night stands when he was single and needed a hook-up. Toys were an option, but he craved human touch – the warmth, the intimacy. And he was determined to drag Arc, kicking and screaming along, if he had to. Arc's perpetual grumpiness had Chelsea wondering if he was overdue for some action too. But then there was that laugh last night... the one that still had Chelsea feeling a thrill in his gut. He couldn't help but feel a little smug about i
Arc As Pete knelt before her, Lady Legasus's gaze softened, and she reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. The soft whisper of her fingers through his locks sent shivers down his spine. Her touch seemed almost maternal, yet hinted at deeper, more complicated emotions. The sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted from her perfume, reaching for them, entrancing them all. "Rise, dear subject," she said, her voice husky and seductive, like velvet caressing their skin. The warm glow of candles flickered, casting a golden light on her face. Grey, still seated, looked like he'd been punched in the gut. His face was pale, and his eyes seemed to plead with Lady Leggy to notice him again. The air was thick with tension as he seemed to struggle with breathing, his chest constricted. Lady Leggy's focus remained on Pete, her gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to hold secrets and promises. The soft rustle of her gown as
Chelsea As Chelsea stepped into Harry Waters's office, the warmth and sophistication enveloped him. The room, a testament to the esteemed actor's success, exuded classic Hollywood glamour. Rich mahogany woodworks adorned the walls, floor, and furniture, while the scent of polished wood and leather wafted through the air. Waters's desk, crafted from a single piece of majestic mahogany, commanded attention. Intricate carvings danced across its surface, echoing the opulence of a bygone era. A plush, burgundy leather chair sat behind, inviting relaxation. Floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, housing Oscar statuettes, rare scripts, and vintage photographs. The room's centerpiece was a stunning mahogany fireplace, its mantle adorned with golden awards and personalized plaques. Chelsea's gaze swept the room, lingering on unfamiliar treasures: a framed poster of his father's breakout film - Dark Hat-mattan, the bespoke mahogany
Arc Arc lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling as his mind wandered. One name echoed through his thoughts: Chelsea. His feelings were a tangled mess as he struggled to grasp why Chelsea insisted on being friends. The memory of their third encounter resurfaced - Chelsea showing up on his doorstep having with what had looked like a heated argument Penelope, fiery and determined, before proposing a pretend friendship to him. At the time, Chelsea had mentioned irate fans, furious about their kiss that had seemed to spark controversy. Arc hadn't pressed for details, dismissing Chelsea's words as mere drama. Now, curiosity gnawed at him. What had driven Chelsea to seek refuge in this charade? The mention of money had been the tipping point. Arc's financial burdens weighed heavily on him, particularly with Penelope's college tuition looming and the crushing debt that came with it. Lately, his thoughts had shifted away from his sister's ne