Arc "Hey man." Arc looked up to see Sarge's short bearded face peering at him through a window. He was bent over Lucie, the most tenacious porcine he had ever been thrust upon. She was a four hundred pounds sow of obstinacy and mischievousness. And she refused to move from her spot on the bedding area, laying comfortably like she would rather not be anywhere else. Pig's feces was littered almost everywhere and he needed her out for it to be cleaned out. "Having a little trouble there ain't you?" "It's fine." He grumbled out. He would poke her with a muck fork if he had to. He grabbed a rake and dragged it through the hay. Lucie didn't budge. "Okay." He forced out a cough and scratched his chin. "I, erm, saw that pic of yours on the internet." Arc paused. "What?" "My little sis couldn't stop yapping about it so I took a look at it out of curiosity. I'm sorry man." "Why are you apologizing?" "What?" "Nevermind." "Oh, just thought I should let you know that you and
Chelsea "Are you in pain Archie?" He didn't realize the question until he'd read it aloud. It was gone before he could check who it'd been. He swerved to Arc and watched him closely. He had that closed off look on his face again. His lips were pressed tightly together and his eyes refused to meet Chelsea's. Why wasn't he looking at him. If there was one thing Chelsea was terrible at, it was reading people. Was Arc uncomfortable or was he just behaving grumpily as he usually did? Did he not like being close to Chelsea? Suddenly, he remembered when Arc had refused to touch him during the meeting they had with Lily, preferring to put the pen on the desk instead. He decided not be irrational. He always jumped into conclusions with the worse ideas possible. It was that known trait of his that'd brought about the dilemma he was presently facing, upon himself. "Are you not okay?" His attention was no longer on the comments. He rested his le
Arc Yes, Arc was an idiot. A big one. "This is so amazing, we're all here again. I'm glad to see y'all." The black woman named named Kaitlyn asserted. "Well..." Her eyes glided down from the tip of Grey's head to the wheels of his chair. "Except for no-legs over there." "I'm glad to see you too Miss Kaitlyn." Brandon commented, a wide grin on his face. Arc didn't know alot of jocks but Brandon fit the stereotype with his messy blonde hair, tank top and what looked to be excessively tight shorts. "Oh this boy. You sure know how to make a lady swoon. I'm no Miss, boyo. Just call me Kaitlyn." She smiled widely. "I'll have you know that I'm the loving mother to two beautiful kids and the wife to a lovely woman." Brandon's jaw dropped. "Whoa." "Great, another fucking homosexual." Grey uttered, flinging his hands in the air. "Wouldn't surprise me to know that Bozo sucks wood too." "Why the hell are you here then i
Chelsea It was a beautiful sunny Sunday, with birds chirping in the air and the greenery of the grass, a picturesque harmony that merged together with a droopy grove of crabapples, thereby proposing a peaceful cooperation that brought out the loveliness of the park. He'd needed the intake of fresh open air that now came freely to him. And he was bored. He couldn't help but still be mad at Arc for lashing out on him the way he did the day before. He hadn't done anything to infuriate him. He couldn't understand why Arc had gotten annoyed. He'd been neutral enough before and during when they'd both gone live. He should probably get used to Arc's broody personality if they were going to hit it off with the pretense. He shouldn't care when he's gotten almost half his followers back. This was really going to work. He couldn't be more thrilled that he'd decided to go along with Lily's plan. She kept saying she had something bigger coming up that'll be an enormous boost t
Arc Arc winced at the sharp bite of pain that went through his right leg. Damnit! He'd gotten half his cut for barely doing meager work as Bill had put it. He'd had to take up Sarge's offer to be driven home. "Why don't you take it easy for a few days man? See a physical therapist or something." Sarge had told him after pulling up by the curb. Arc had just nodded and alighted from the car, limping slowly as he moved towards his front door. He couldn't afford to take it easy for a few days. They were almost out of groceries and the water bill was overdue. "Need any help?!" Arc had heard him shout out. He'd pretended not to hear and thankfully, he'd heard the car drive away. He'd managed to open the door with shaky hands as the pain seemed to transfer to every cell in his body. He slowly slid down the ratty couch. As he sat on the couch, a wave of pain washed over him and he bit his tongue to stifle a cry. He slowly lifted his right leg on the couch and let it sp
Chelsea Chelsea desperately needed a hobby. He was beyond the trepid of his sanity and boredom made him go offbeat. It'd made him encounter a troupe of senile characteristic ladies the day before. It'd presently brought him to Arc's doorstep. He exhaled slowly, his breath escaping in a soft hiss. Lily has gone AWOL with the Big Bang of a plan she wouldn't give him a hint of. Besides that, her idea of being pretend friends with Arc was on a roll. Even annihilatorAK47 had backed down and showed little to no presence in his comment sections. He would very much like to know what other strategy she had planned but she'd waved her hand dismissively, saying he should just keep doing whatever he'd been doing with Arc. Posting more pictures of the two of them having fun together or going live streaming as many times as they can to give people something to chew on and leave them hungry for more. She was busy keeping a steady trail on his 'engagers' and following the responses of
Arc The fresh scent of strawberry had hit him the moment Chelsea's earthy presence had come close to him. A rise of feelings had welled up in him, all at once, seeing Chelsea's smile, the way his hair caught the light as he'd stood outside. And his eyes. God, Arc felt like he could dive into their warmth and bathe in the gentle torrents of emerald crystals. His thoughts were a rapid mess. Seeing Chelsea did many things for him. Maybe it was because of his reminisce down memory lane. Maybe it was because his fucked up leg was being crankier than usual. Maybe he was the crankier one. He shouldn't have left Chelsea with Penelope, his sister could be overprotective, but he couldn't be close to him with his perverted feelings. He'd wanted to put his mouth on his and feel Chelsea's respond and dance with his. Chelsea. He could remember that night at the gala vividly, when a hand had grabbed him, bunching up on his shirt and hurling him in. Demanding lips had crashed aga
Arc "You're okay there?" Chelsea asked, his voice holding a hint of worry. Arc nodded, staring upwards at the ceiling, his lips pressed tightly together. When Penelope had left in a hurry to go bowling with a friend, there'd been a silent awkwardness between them that Chelsea couldn't quite understand. Chelsea had been terrified seeing Arc lying on the floor, squirming as his right leg convulsed almost violently. He'd never felt that terrible lick of fear run through his spine, or that ball of trepidation drop in his stomach since his Didi had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. Chelsea couldn't blame Arc for his fear of hospitals. He was scared of them too. Although, he wondered what had gotten a impassive person like Arc to be so worked up at the suggestion of a hospital. Had he have to say goodbye to a dear one in one of them too or was it just a stagnant bad feeling he got anytime he thought of them. He drilled questioning eyes into Arc but the other guy's posture was sti