Chelsea Getting to Bill had proven to be the first major hurdle in their plan. As they entered his hospital room, they were greeted by Mia, a bright and cheery nurse who seemed out of place amidst the sterile hospital atmosphere.To their surprise, everyone except Chelsea and Arc knew Mia, exchanging warm smiles and familiar hellos.However, Mia's expression turned somber as she addressed the group. "I'm afraid only a few of you can see Mr. Lank at a time. He's still reeling from the news...about his upcoming surgery." Her voice dropped to a sympathetic whisper. "The doctor says one of his testicles needs to be removed, and he's taking it rather hard."Mia's eyes conveyed genuine concern. "We don't want to overwhelm him further. He's already under immense stress."The group's reactions were mixed: Agnes and Pete gasped in horror, Grey snickered before Lady Legasus's stern glance silenced him, Brandon's eyes fixated longingly on the receptionist's candy, and Kaitlyn shook her
Chelsea Bill's gaze darted around the room, ensuring they were alone."How did you...?" Bill's voice trailed off, his eyes locked on Ethel.Ethel's gaze snapped to his, her eyes glinting with triumph.Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "What I mean is, I have a video of you fucking yourself with a 10-inch dildo, wearing a pig costume and rubbing yourself on a desk."Chelsea's jaw dropped, shocked."I thought he'd just hit his ass with a paddle in a pig costume while oinking," Chelsea whispered.Ethel's gaze flicked to Chelsea. "He did that too. Don't mention it to the others." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't want to ruin their PG-13 rated baby ears."Chelsea turned to Bill, whose face burned crimson."And what's with you and desks?" Chelsea asked.Bill's glare was venomous. "Mind your fucking business." His voice snarled. "And I don't care about what you know. You don't have proof."Ethel's smile was radiant. "Oh, dearie dear, you should know better. I'm always 5
Arc Arc's agitation grew with each passing moment. His heart pulsed rapidly, a testament to his frazzled nerves. Where were Chelsea and Ethel? Their delayed arrival only fueled his anxiety. "What's taking them so long?" Arc muttered, pacing back and forth. Sarah placed a calming hand on his arm. "Hold your horses, they'll probably be here any minute." Kaitlyn's brow furrowed. "If Ethel doesn't kill him first. She doesn't exactly seem to have a liking for Chelsea." Doris snorted, rolling her eyes. "Ethel doesn't have a liking for anyone." Arc's concern, however, wasn't about Ethel's animosity toward Chelsea. It was Bill. The memory of Bill's lustful gaze on Chelsea still seared his mind. Arc's hands clenched into fists as he recalled the overwhelming urge to grip Bill's throat, to pluck out those lecherous eyes. He didn't want Bill's tainted hands anywhere near Chelsea, didn't want him to breathe the same air as him, let alone cause harm. The mere thought sent a shiver down Arc's
Chelsea The silence was cut off by Brandon's question."Um, what's transgender?" Brandon asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.Chelsea explained patiently, "It's when someone is assigned a gender at birth, but they identify as another gender." He glanced at Arc, wondering what his reaction would be. Arc's expression was neutral, but Chelsea detected a hint of curiosity in his eyes."I don't get it," Brandon admitted, his face scrunched up in puzzlement.Chelsea tried again, feeling all eyes on him, "Eddie was born a girl, but he identifies as a boy." He enunciated slowly, hoping Brandon would understand."How's that possible?" Brandon asked, his eyes wide with wonder.Kai jumped in, "Take our cousin River for example. We went to their coming-out party, remember?"Brandon shook his head, "I don't know, I was stuck with Pa Monty doing crossword puzzles."Kai chuckled, "Well, River has always seemed like a girl to you, but they're actually non-binary."Brandon's eyes widened further, "
Chelsea Chelsea's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.Arc turned to Chelsea, unsureness clouding his eyes. "Do you want to be with Kai?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.Chelsea's brow furrowed. "Why would you ask that?" he asked, his voice cautious.He wondered what could've possibly given Arc that assumption.Arc's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions. "Cause you're attracted to him, and he couldn't take his damn eyes off you," he said, annoyance lacing his voice.Chelsea's voice was soft and gentle as he moved closer to Arc. "No, no, why would I want to be with Kai?" he asked, his eyes filled with sincerity.He took Arc's hands in his, his touch warm and comforting. "I have you," Chelsea whispered, his voice filled with emotion.It was true Kai was exactly his type but that was before...Arc's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, he's attractive, and I'm not."Chelsea's grip on Arc'
ArcArc felt a sense of déjà vu as he basked in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Familiar arms seemed to wrap around him, and gentle fingers caressed his skin, tracing the contours of his scars without hesitation. A smile threatened to break free as he turned to face the owner of those arms.Chelsea's sweet smile greeted him, radiating an otherworldly glow. Arc's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at Chelsea's luminous face. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and he reached out to touch Chelsea's face, his fingers yearning for contact.But reality came crashing down as Arc's eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at his empty ceiling. The familiar arms were gone, and his own arms felt eerily empty. Panic set in as he scrambled to sit up, his gaze frantically scanning the room.The bed beside him was vacant, and a wave of desperation washed over him. Grogginess clouded his mind, but as he sat up and took stock of his surroundings, his
Arc"The wheel of time is really running," Sarah said, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "It hasn't even been two months since Arc fell head over heels in love."Penelope chuckled, and Arc shot her an accusing glance. "You told them?" he asked, his voice laced with indignation.Gertrude, her silver hair styled in a neat bun, smiled knowingly. "No, dear, she did not. It was quite obvious to our aging eyes, however."Arc looked away, his face warming with embarrassment. "It really is obvious?" he muttered.Doris, her eyes twinkling with kindness, patted his hand. "Yes, dear. But don't worry, we've got you covered."Ethel, her voice gruff, complained, "I don't even know why y'all called me here."Doris shot her a stern glance. "Shut it, Ethel. You said you wanted coffee."Ethel scowled. "With a shot of alcohol, but you brought me to a sissy place."Just then, a thin, teenage boy with wild pink hair appeared at their side, a notepad and pen at the ready. "Hi, w
ArcArc raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his supposed transformation, but he couldn't ignore the look of wonder in Penelope's eyes. Her gaze sparkled with excitement, and her smile was infectious.Penelope checked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen before she looked up at Arc. "Sarah's already here. Let's go," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.They stepped outside into the bright sunlight, and Arc's eyes landed on Sarah's beaten, red car parked by the curb. The vibrant color seemed to match Sarah's lively personality, and Arc couldn't help but smile.As they slid into the car, Penelope claiming the passenger seat, Arc's mind began to wander. Sarah and Penelope chatted back and forth, their conversation flowing easily, but Arc was barely paying attention. His thoughts had already drifted to Chelsea, and he found himself wondering what she would say when he saw him. Would he be surprised? Would he be impressed?As the car glided through the streets, Arc's
Chelsea Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. His relationship with Arc had been a journey, filled with ups and downs. At first, there were Arc's doubts, which lingered despite Chelsea's best efforts to reassure him. Then, Penelope had left for college after , leaving Arc heartbroken. Chelsea remembered the day vividly - Arc's brave face at the airport, followed by tears and stories of their childhood in Chelsea's arms that night.As time went on, Chelsea encouraged Arc to pursue his passions. Arc had always dreamed of being a writer, having penned children's stories in his youth. But those stories had been burned, a painful reminder of his mother's departure. Chelsea's presence in his life had slowly begun to heal those old wounds, and Arc was finally starting to rediscover his love for writing.Arc's dream of pursuing an online English course had been within reach, but the tuition fees had seemed insurmountable. That was when the town had rallied aroun
Arc Arc's grip on Chelsea's hand tightened as they drove down the winding road, the destination unknown to him. Curiosity swirled in his chest, but it was overpowered by a creeping sense of fear. What if this was all just a dream? What if he'd wake up to find Chelsea gone, and he was still trapped in that cold, dark place? The memory of the stone slab and the menacing woman's face lingered, making his heart racing. Fear of being truly alone threatened to overwhelm him. So he held on to Chelsea's hand, his fingers intertwining with Chelsea's as the other hand steadied the wheel. Arc snuck a glance at Chelsea, finding him intently focused on the road ahead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. There was a sense of determination etched on his face, as if he was on a mission. Arc's curiosity piqued, wondering what could be so important that Chelsea felt compelled to show him. A nagging doubt crept in - could this be some kind of cruel prank, designed to mock him? It was po
ChelseaChelsea stood at the door, his lip caught between his teeth as he hesitated over the plan he and the others had devised. The memory of the pain he'd caused Arc still lingered, and he'd long since accepted the weight of his mistakes. Yet, despite Arc's skeptical gaze and blunt refusal, Chelsea had glimpsed something else - a flicker of hope that had ignited a spark within him.He stared at the aloe vera plant, seeking answers, but its spiky exterior simply faced the open air, unmoving and unresponsive. The fact that it was still very much alive only seemed to mock him, a reminder that even the most resilient things couldn't provide the solace he sought.As dusk approached, the sun cast a warm, golden glow. The others had pressured him to put their plan into action the day Arc left the hospital, but Chelsea had insisted on giving him time to rest. However, he couldn't deny the truth: he'd been afraid to face Arc, to feel the weight of his disappointment, to see the d
ArcArc stepped out of the hospital, and the cool air hit him like a slap in the face. He felt a rush of emotions: relief from escaping the hospital's sterile smell and the suffocating white walls, annoyance at the doctor's presumptions and Chelsea's sudden reappearance.But Chelsea... Arc's mind snagged on the thought of him. He didn't know what he felt about Chelsea. Maybe he knew, but he didn't want to acknowledge the spark of happiness that had flared to life when he saw Chelsea standing in his hospital room. Arc tried to squelch it down, to bury it beneath a layer of anger and hurt.He didn't trust Chelsea. He didn't know why Chelsea was really back, and he wasn't going to let his guard down again. But despite his best efforts, memories came flooding back: the pain, the heartache, the longing. Arc's chest constricted, and his left leg wobbled beneath him. He stumbled, catching himself on a nearby car.As he leaned against the cool metal, Arc felt a wave of fear w
ChelseaArc drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind foggy and his body weak. Chelsea sat beside him, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. The doctor came in regularly, checking Arc's vitals and reassuring Chelsea that he was on the mend."He's doing well, considering," the doctor said, smiling kindly at Chelsea. "The fever's broken, and his infection is responding to the antibiotics. He just needs rest and time to recover."Chelsea nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He glanced at Arc, who was stirring again, his eyes fluttering open.The doctor smiled. "He's going to be okay. And I think having you here is helping him. When he's deep in sleep, he always reaches for you. It's quite remarkable."Chelsea's heart swelled with emotion. He was grateful to be able to be there for Arc, to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.Just then, a commotion erupted outside the hospital room. The band of grandmothers and book club membe
ChelseaChelsea's gaze lingered on Arc's fragile form, stretched out on the hospital bed like a broken doll. The steady beep of the machine was a harsh reminder that Arc's life hung in the balance. Chelsea's mind reeled with regret and self-recrimination. Why had he left him? Why had he abandoned him when he needed them most? The weight of his mistake threatened to crush them.As he stood there, frozen in anguish, the door burst open and Penelope stormed in. Her hazel-brown eyes blazed with fury, and her brown hair was disheveled, as if she'd rushed out of the house without bothering to brush it. Her glasses were knocked askew, sitting crookedly on her nose, and her rumpled clothes suggested she'd thrown them on in a hurry. Beside her, a girl with a worried expression tried to calm her down, placing a restraining hand on Penelope's arm.But Penelope shook her off, her eyes fixed on Chelsea. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice like a whip.Chelsea opened his mouth to spea
ArcLoneliness shrouded Arc like a damp chill, seeping into his bones and echoing through the empty spaces of his room. He felt like a ghost, invisible and unwanted, a faint outline of a person slowly fading away. In the darkness, his thoughts unraveled, tangled threads of rejection and abandonment that seemed to tighten around his heart. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his skin slick with sweat, as the weight of Chelsea's departure, and his sister's absence crushed him beneath its unyielding heaviness. His eyes, sunken and haunted, stared blankly at the ceiling as the shadows conjured echoes of his momma, her whispered absence a painful reminder of abandonment and rejection. His momma's presence, a whispered promise of love and comfort, hovered at the edge of his consciousness, a bittersweet reminder of all he had never known. Arc's gaze drifted upward, and his momma's face hovered above him, her wild auburn hair a tangled halo, her brown eyes almost hazel in the dim light.
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