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.ARC The weather was a scorching promise that left Arc a sweaty mess. He knew his face and neck was red all over. His skin was beginning to feel tight, which was very painful since he had to stretch his muscles to shovel pig shit. He hasn't been under the sun for more than an hour and he felt hot underneath his skin already. He puffed out a breath, trying to rail in the pain. He still had chores to do that required being exposed to the sun so he'd have to deal with it. His leg was a numb mess,making it more difficult to work and Bill didn't like lazy. The pigs had done a great job of leaving mucks of smelly feces everywhere last night and it was his job to clean it all out. They all ignored him as they sun bathed in muds, clearly trying to soak up in the wetness that contrasted the heat. The pigs were neutral with him, showing no favor or outright dislike for him. They all squeal excitedly when Sarge feeds them and most of th
CHELSEA Chelsea sliced a knife into a lime. He squeezed the cut fruit into a glass that was already almost half filled with sour citric liquid. The anger and embarrassment that filled him was a turmoil of feelings he didn't want to feel. How dare the fecal, scar faced pig worker treat him that way? Anger burned through him, more from shame. He'd pushed him in pigs' feces, disgusting animals as they were. He took another lime from the bowl beside him and sliced into that one too. Chelsea had never been treated that way in his entire life. He'd just wanted to help him and he'd been pushed away. Into shit. He wanted to scream. It was like the universe was trying to show him what his situation was currently like. Shitty. And she'd used an ugly slipshod to foretell it. Ugh. Who did he even think he was? He felt the pain before he realised he'd cut himself. He swore before cleaning it with the dish towel next to the bowl. He felt so st
ARC Arc decided to take a trip to the drug store. His limp was getting much worse and he needed his 'special sunscreen'. It annoyed him to go but it was a basic necessity if he wanted to survive while shoveling pig shit. It was a Sunday, the sun was a bit friendlier and Penelope wasn't around to see him in a bad mood when he got back because he always ended up getting riled the few times he went to town. Penelope mostly did the groceries shopping but he didn't want her to see him as a coward. Or a deformed weakling. He hopped out the door and locked it, not that they had anything valuable that was worth stealing, they didn't even own a Tv. He hid the key under the flower pot that was one of the few things his Momma had left him. The aloe Vera plant was a thriving nuisance that persisted with little water and lack of care. He'd never considered throwing it away, no matter how much he hated seeing it mocking him at his doorstep. He ran his
CHELSEA "I think I'm lost Lily." "No you're not, your GPS is clearly pointing to the right direction." "I thought digitalization should not be trusted." "Humans are not to be trusted Chelsea, eyes on the road." "Wish you were right here with me, it would be less scary. Why am I even doing this now? Why couldn't I wait till tomorrow?" "Um, you panicked and defiantly said you were going for it immediately. I tried convincing you to confront him the next day, at noon, but you insisted you had to do it tonight so you wouldn't chicken out." "Ugh, still wished you were here." He gripped the steering wheel as he looked ahead. "It's so dark. I damn well hate this town Lily, it's so eerie." "You haven't been here for nearly four days so you shouldn't judge it yet. I heard tourists stream in every year with it's picturesque environ." "Well there's nothing picturesque about being on the road at night, in a
ARC "Your place is not too shabby." Arc ignored the comment and turned on the lights. "Close the door." Chelsea paused and gave him a 'seriously?' look but complied. "So where do I put this?" "You're taking it back with you when you're done saying whatever you want to say to me." Chelsea blanched. "Nobody rejects a fruit basket, it's a taboo in the sanctioned order of taboos." "I don't care." He scoffed. "Of course you don't." He muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse but Arc wanted this done and over with. He didn't like seeing him in his space, he didn't belong there. He looked so extravagant and that was the furthest thing Arc's lovely abode was. He looked as Chelsea pursed his lips and huffed. "But there are mangoes in it and strawberries too. There's even tangerines, sweet melons, coconuts and chocolate. Don't you like chocolate? I like them but I don't eat them or else I won't
Chelsea "Wait, let me get this straight. You went to his house and got into an argument with his sister, then you argued with him and called him an Orc." "Then I slammed your business card on a table." "You slammed my business card on a table." Her voice was unbelieving. "What? I did it for dramatic effect." "And how did it effect?" "My palms are sore." "Oh Chelsea." "Don't make it sound like I did it all wrong." "You did do it all wrong. You're definitely not scoring any points in winning lover boy over." "Don't call him that. He's no lover boy. He's an over the top egoistical maniac with psychotic tendencies. He threatened to murder me and hide my body." "Cannot wait to help him accomplish that plan." Sarcasm laced her voice. "Lily!" He exclaimed. "What! Lots of people want to murder you Chelsea. Your dad is at the top of that list. Has he even called you yet?" "No"
Arc Arc stared at the brown brick building and wondered how in the hell he'd been persuaded to come. "You have to go, get a chance to meet new people. Socialize for once." Penelope had urged and a few minutes later, she'd prodded him out the door and waved goodbye as he'd driven off. He could still picture the successful grin that'd stuck to her face as he'd checked the rearview mirror. The black envelope was in his hand and he was a few minutes early as determined by the old watch that wrapped loosely around his left wrist. He didn't want another tear mark since they hurt alot and was a hassle when he worked. His limp was mild and he felt alright, better than he'd been the past couple of days. He could do it. He'd get the usual stares which was something he could handle, he'd sit through the whole thing and leave later, never to come back again. He was going to have to return the envelope to Sarah, he'd deal with that later. The
ARC He leveled his gaze on the fatso, daring him to look at him again but he didn't. It was confirmed then. Fatso was uncomfortable around him. Arc didn't care. Although, he couldn't help but tap from the nervous energy that oozed from the frightened green eyes that avoided his own, and the way his lips were clutched between his teeth, Fat filled his cheeks and neck, making him look like a mature baby, and even with the fan swirling above them, sweat stained his armpits and the neckline of his blue shirt. The roundness of his tummy couldn't be hidden, and his chubby hands rested on the protruding belly, as if trying to conceal it. "We've been seating here for close to twenty bloody minutes and the organiser hasn't even shown his ugly ass yet." Grey groaned out. "Who exactly are we waiting for?" It was Eddie asking. "The hell do I know? Ask the black woman over there. I hope her brain is as sharp as her tongue." "Now you bett