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
Arc "Are you sure you're not the one that's afraid of getting attached?" "I'm not. I can handle myself." Arc wasn't sure he was handling himself well when it came to Chelsea. He'd used Penelope as an excuse for creating a boundaries, but it was more for him than her. He needed time to think, to process this new bout of tingling feelings that simmered to the surface ever since Chelsea forced his way into his life. In retrospect, Arc hadn't been willing and it happened to be that Chelsea could be a determined pest when set on something. He'd needed to put Chelsea outside the borderline of his personal life. Yes, he'd agreed to do the stupid pretense thing which he was almost starting to regret it but the money was too big of a deal to pass up. And he'd told Lily, Chelsea's social manager that he wasn't planning on ever quitting. Besides, Penelope could go away to college and her life would be made easier and better wit
ChelseaChelsea's response was immediate and icy. "Don't talk to me."He tried to walk away, but Kevin grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Chelsea shot him a glare, his eyes narrowing in warning. Kevin raised his hand in a non-threatening gesture, his expression conciliatory. "I just wanna talk."Chelsea's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from Lily: "Need some help?" He glanced over at her, then typed back, "No. I'll handle it."Chelsea put his phone away and folded his arms, his eyes never leaving Kevin's face. "Who are you texting?" Kevin asked, his tone light and curious.Chelsea's response was sharp and cutting. "Someone who doesn't have to resort to manipulating others to feel relevant." Kevin's grin faltered, and for a moment, Chelsea saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes."Ouch, I guess I deserve that for dumping you the way I did," Kevin said, his voice laced with a hint of remorse. Chelsea felt a surge of anger and frustrati
ChelseaThe sun had set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. The air was electric with excitement as celebrities, influencers, and industry insiders gathered for the highly anticipated MMAs – the Majesty Movie Awards.Chelsea stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet, his eyes scanning the sea of flashing cameras and screaming fans. The sound of paparazzi shouting his name and the constant click-click-click of cameras was almost deafening.Lily, who had helped him get ready for the event, gave him a final once-over before nudging him forward. "Go, Chelsea. Get them."Chelsea took a deep breath, pasted on a dazzling smile, and began his walk down the red carpet. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as he posed for photos, waving to his fans and chatting with the occasional reporter.To his left, a giant LED screen displayed the MMA logo – a stylized, cursive "M" made up of tiny, shimmering stars. The screen flickered and changed, sh
ChelseaHe watched his ex friends walk out the door, the sound of their laughter and chatter fading into the distance. But instead of feeling a pang of sadness or loss, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The tension and drama that had been building up all evening seemed to dissipate, leaving him feeling lighter, freer.He looked around the room, taking in the scattered remnants of their gathering. The drinks that still lay on the table seemed to mock him, a reminder of the evening's failed festivities. He sighed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. Why did things always have to end with drama in his life?Just as he got up to head back to his room, leaving the drinks for the cleaning lady to take care of, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID. "Chelsea here," he said, his voice firm and expectant.There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Chelsea's heart skipped a beat. Could
ChelseaChelsea's friends had already made themselves at home, settling into the plush couches in his spacious parlour. Porsha lounged on the armchair, her long legs stretched out before her, while Kyle and Bebe sprawled on the couch, their drinks balanced precariously on the coffee table.Porsha leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face. "So, Chelsea, how's your little friend Arc doing?" she asked, her tone dripping with condescension. Kyle and Bebe exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes gleaming with amusement.Chelsea shrugged. "I wouldn't know." He didn't want to show them he cared to know."He sure is a weird guy." Porsha said.He shrugged again, attempting to appear nonchalant. "Arc doesn't have the most exquisite dress taste," he said, trying to downplay the topic. "But he's alright."Porsha raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "He clearly doesn't," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Kyle and Bebe giggled, their eyes sparkling with amu
ChelseaChelsea hadn't even had a full day to settle into his expansive mansion before the chaos began. An interview with Horbes, the notorious critic, had been scheduled for that very afternoon, and Chelsea's assigned team had been buzzing around him, prepping him for the grueling questioning that was sure to come.His phone had been blowing up with notifications from old acquaintances, all of whom seemed to have miraculously remembered his existence now that he was back in the spotlight. They were all clamoring for his attention, asking about endorsement deals and collaborations, and Chelsea hadn't had the time or energy to respond to any of them. It was ironic, really - these were the same people who had ignored him when his fans had turned on him, and now they were crawling out of the woodwork to ride his coattails.Despite the whirlwind of activity surrounding him, Chelsea couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had been growing inside him. He missed Tho
ArcA sharp knock at the door jolted Arc awake. His instincts kicked in, and he felt a twinge in his neck as he rose from the couch. Grogginess clouded his senses, a lingering reminder of the restless night he'd spent. The knock sounded again, louder and more insistent than before. Arc rubbed his forehead, trying to shake off the haze. His heart skipped a beat as he approached the door, a spark of expectation flickering to life. Could it be...? He slowly turned the handle and opened the door, but his hopes were quickly dashed. Instead of the familiar blonde hair and brown eyes he'd been longing to see, he was faced with a completely unexpected visitor.She stood short, her dark skin a striking contrast to her crisp, white blouse. Her expression was stern, her eyes narrowed slightly behind a pair of sleek, black glasses.Arc's eyes widened as he struggled to recall her name, but her face was unmistakable - she was the woman who had witnessed him and Chelsea sign
Arc The words echoed in his mind like a haunting mantra: "We don't match at all, in any way. He was never important." The phrases cut deep, stirring up emotions he thought he'd long buried. Arc was never important, he reminded himself, the pain of that realization stinging like an open wound. Just as the turmoil within him reached a boiling point, the sky unleashed its fury. A gust of wind swept in, followed by a scattering of raindrops that quickly intensified into a relentless downpour. The rain lashed down, merciless and unforgiving, mirroring the anguish that ravaged Arc's heart. In no time, he was soaked to the bone, the deluge a fitting accompaniment to his turmoil. Memories came flooding back, transporting Arc to the night Chelsea had appeared on his doorstep, drenched and distraught. The rain had pounded against the roof, a cacophony of sound that had mirrored the turmoil within Arc. They had surrendered to their desires, their bodies merging as the storm raged on
ChelseaChelsea's resentment towards his parents began when he was just six years old. Their presence in his life was always a source of discomfort. Despite their wealth, they barely had time for him, yet they would splurge thousands of dollars on extravagant parties and events.One particular memory stood out in Chelsea's mind. His mother had organized a fundraiser for an orphanage, but only after being dared by a friend. The event had been more of a lavish spectacle, where the wealthy elite could flaunt their assets in a bidding war. Nevertheless, the fundraiser had raised nearly half a million dollars, and the children had left with beaming smiles after their singing performance, likely dreaming of new clothes, shoes, and warm meals. Chelsea had yearned to join them, captivated by the joy radiating from their faces. It was probably the only genuinely good thing his mother had ever done, however unintentionally.At 12 years old, Chelsea's anger and resentment had boile
ArcAs the group left, Arc moved to sit on the blanket, his eyes scanning the beautifully arranged picnic scene. The attention to detail was impressive, with delicate sandwiches, colorful fruit, and an assortment of sweet treats laid out on a vibrant blanket. The whole setup was a testament to the group's thoughtfulness and effort.As the minutes ticked by, anticipation and nervousness swirled inside Arc like a restless storm. He waited patiently, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Chelsea's arrival. The warm sun beat down on him, casting a golden glow over the deserted beach. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore created a soothing melody that seemed to stretch out the minutes into an eternity.Arc checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the slow movement of the hands a stark reminder that time was passing, yet Chelsea was nowhere to be seen. He fidgeted with the hem of his pants, his fingers drumming out a staccato beat on the fabric.As the h