- - - we'll hope it's not for nothing at all .

[chelsea anamaria de torres]

SOFT KISS AND WINE WHAT A PRETTY FRIEND OF MINE
W E ' R E - F I N A L L Y - I N T E R T W I N E D

Being away from him was almost painful. Chelsea had prided herself in being the type of person who was put together, self reliant, and self sufficient. She hadn't needed anyone to take care of her since she was twelve years old, as a girl who picked up the responsibilities that were impossible to be fulfilled by her mother. It wasn't that Angela De Torres was a bad mother, not at all. She was sick and simply couldn't take care of herself -- her epilepsy was awful, and it nearly broke Angela's heart as she watched her daughter make her own meals, clean the entire house, paint her own bedroom. Chelsea's great aunt Maria had died two years earlier, from the heart disease she had been struggling with since she was young. Chelsea had done everything on her own room that first seizure her mother suffered, and she did it with a smile. It was no problem at all, and in fact she was more than willing to be the adult of the household. At the age of fifteen she obtained a minimum wage job, and had been working ever since. Welfare alone couldn't support them, and the extra two hundred dollars a week really added up, it really helped -- especially with Chelsea taking three AP classes each year of high school, desperately trying to meet college scholarship material. Chelsea was able to do ll of this -- being her mother's nurse, working as many hours as possible, and keeping her grades up. For the first three years of high school, she did this with ease. She didn't have a social life, but that was fine with her; it was the price she paid for doing the right thing, and there was never a moment that she regretted not having the "normal" high school experience. She was perfectly fine having the few friends she had, hanging out with people just during lunch, and not going on dates or to the movies or to parties. That was, until she met Hayden Channing.

Hayden Channing wasn't the only boyfriend Chelsea had ever had. Over the course of high school, she had a few small romances -- they lasted a month, tops, because Chelsea simply didn't have the time or the energy to put any of herself into another human being. Besides, the boys at that high school... most of them were jerks, or expected sex by the third date, or just wanted pretty arm candy for the time being. Hayden wasn't like that. She wasn't sure how it happened, but Hayden Channing turned into the first real, true boyfriend that she had ever had. They went on dates, saw movies, learned so much about each other... and Chelsea fell, she fell hard. Her studies didn't slip, although she pulled more all-nighters and took a few naps in class, she still made it to work every day although she had been taking more and more sick days ever since her and Hayden started getting intense. And they did get pretty intense, at least for a high school relationship. Before the end of first semester, they had started spending the night together, something that Chelsea never thought would ever happen, not until college at least. She wasn't ugly, she wasn't socially awkward or afraid to talk about things like sex or any of the things that went along with it. She just hadn't thought she would find someone that she could share something that special with. And Hayden was special, he was so special to her. He became her rock, and maybe that was a strong burden for him to carry but Chelsea never complained about any of the problems she had in life. Her mother's increasing illness, the stress that college applications and scholarship forms and AP tests were putting on her... it was all fine because he was there to keep her sane. She honestly had no idea how she had dealt with her life the three years before she had met him, but now she couldn't picture her life without him in it. Call it needy, call it whatever you'd like, but Chelsea knew that they had something real. Something worth fighting for.

The past five months of Chelsea's life were perhaps the hardest she had ever dealt with. With the passing of her mother, the hardships that came with starting a new school and meeting new friends... and of course, the breakup that almost should never have happened. She understood why, and it made sense at the time. They were on different paths, they were changing as individuals and Chelsea needed that space to figure out herself without being attached to Hayden twenty four seven. Because that's how it was, she couldn't stay away from him. Their love was her drug, even if they would never call it love out loud. She learned that the hard way. She loved him. She loved him more than she ever thought was possible, as a girl from a broken home who never witnessed romance first hand. She took it pretty well, the breakup that crushed her more than anything else had in her life. She didn't stay awake crying or pig out on ice cream, she didn't turn to drugs and partying and she didn't sleep around. She always knew that Hayden would be her first and only love, there was no denying that. She wasn't even going to try to do the petty thing to win him back, although they still talked and hung out because that's what best friends did. Chelsea would still call him that despite the feelings that lingered in her heart, and would punish herself by watching him talk to other girls. She tried to move on. She dated someone else, not to make him jealous but because he was a truly great guy, who she did in fact have feelings for but it wasn't enough. She hadn't met someone who made her feel the same amount of butterflies, the tingling feeling up her spine. Her heart didn't ache when that week-long boyfriend broke up with her, it just pined and pined for the drummer who she needed to get back. Even if getting a second try would only prove that they really were better off apart, she was willing to risk it. She had risked a lot for him.

The brunette knocked on Hayden's dorm room door, her bony knuckles hitting harder and harder as she tried to wake him up. She figured he would be asleep, it was only noon and he was notorious for sleeping in, sometimes until five at night when Chelsea was starting to get tired. For two people who fit so well together, they certainly had their differences. The only times Chelsea had ever slept in past eight in the morning were when she was being sucked into Hayden's bed, with his arms fit snugly around her body. It was almost like he was testing her, even changing her in some ways -- but there was no way that Chelsea would consider this a bad thing. She had learned so much from him, she had become a different person from the day they first exchanged "hello"s. "Hayden, get up and come to the door!" She sighed, leaning her head on the door frame near the opening of the wooden entry way. She didn't have a key, but why would she? Her heart raced as she searched for the words she would say to him. He knew about her breakup, she came over the night before to cuddle and confess that she would never let those feelings for him go. Maybe she was pushing her luck, maybe she should have known better and done the sane thing -- severing all ties. But that was impossible. Chelsea was an optimist, a firm believer in hope. The brunette freshman stopped knocking and raised her fingers to the whiteboard attached to the dorm door, tracing the letters of Hayden's name written in permanent marker at the top. With the same finger, she traced a heart around the H, before her attention was diverted by the realization that he usually left his door unlocked when he was around. She set her palm onto the doorknob and twisted, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. "Are you here?" She asked, squinting her eyes in the dark.

WORDS -- 1400.
TAGGED -- Jess, of course.
NOTES -- Chelden B|
OUTFIT -- Here.

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[hayden riley channing]

NERVOUS AND SHY FOR THE MOMENT .
will come alive tonight, secret valentine.

Independence was his middle name figuratively, because in reality it was Riley. He wasn’t extremely dependent. He knew he would always have people if he wanted or needed them, but Hayden did things his own way. Rules were just waiting to be broken in his book as well as boundaries. They were there to protect him, but y’know young kids. Thinking their gonna live forever and that they’re made of metal. That was Hayden to sum it up. Nothing or no one could hurt him because he was untouchable. Hayden wasn’t on very good terms with advice. He’d hear it, but pretty much never follow it. Ninety point nine percent of the time, he had nothing against anyone. Hayden had this insane mindset that he had everything going right. He was successful for his age and he’d gotten there all by himself. Sure, his mother and father may have persuaded him once or twice along the road. If anything, Hayden thought they held him back. Look at him. He had gotten in to college and was a member of an underground band that could potentially become famous. Not to mention he had a very beautiful girl. He was a single man as of late, but he had no doubt in his bipolar mind that he could find another lady friend. Hayden would never essentially need some one. Or so he thought. Sure, it was painful to let people come and go however, that was apart of life’s journey. He had been doing it since high school. Saying hi and goodbye to his peers, ignoring his parents, doing things according to his standards. Why stop now? His social life was fine; everything was a-okay. So.. why all these thoughts? Something was missing he’d already admitted that to himself in the previous weeks. That ‘something‘ happened to be more of a ‘some one‘. Chelsea Anamaria De Torres if preferences had to get specific.

He wasn’t sure when things had gone wrong, but they had definitely gone screaming off track. Hayden had been plenty kinds of blind to it at first, but the more and more he got irritated, the sun started to rise. It was the last thing the twenty year old wanted to do, let go of Chelsea. She was the most unique girl he had ever met and his first serious relationship. Almost a year was something to talk about. There were those moments when he’d thought for one crazy instant, that he loved her. But Hayden didn’t know the feeling of ‘love’ and he didn’t want to be mistaken. It was a scary thought and a subject that Hayden didn’t want to come to terms with. He loathed all that mushy shit and would not talk about it openly without indifference. After her mom’s death and the take off of both of their college careers, things got busy. Hayden was always at band practice and crashing in his dorm at late hours; while Chelsea got up at the crack of down to take courses and work as a barista. Finding time for each other was difficult and frankly Hayden started to give up.


He didn’t know what to say to her when she would break down and cry about her mom besides, it’s okay. It most certainly was not okay. Whoever decided that saying everything would be all right when a family member died was sadly mistaken. He got sick of the responsibility, of being the good boyfriend, especially to an individual that deserved so much. Chelsea was extraordinary and he secretly adored her. It obviously wasn’t enough. Their chemistry was far more than Hayden’s crappy high school relationships, but all good things eventually come to an end. They dismissed each other as love interests, and he was at ease with it. On the outside. He’d noticed tiny changes in himself here and there. Chelsea made him smile far more and her presence chased away his bipolar fits. Those pills were looking far more appetizing once she was gone. The young woman wasn’t utterly absent, they still talked and occasionally hung out, but Hayden had fed off of their intimate emotions for each other. To make matters worse, she was doing great. Dating one of his band members told him that she’d already moved on. That vital piece of information gave him a shitty sinking feeling, yet he’d told his band mate it was all-good. Hayden had to keep in mind he was doing it for Chelsea. He wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handle her, perhaps Riley was. It was doubtful, but if she was happy. He hated dwelling on the past, it only made him severely crotchety. He should have been going out with Trey or something, picking up new chicks. But fuck, Chelsea had him good. Plus, Trey was so whipped by Shannon; he couldn’t stand that girl’s guts. Five months and a hell of a lot had happened.


Hayden had a terrible coping system. His alternative to problems were shutting down and locking himself away. In this case, he was sleeping a lot more. He’d half-heatedly sit in class and then head to band practice. Nicely, Nicely was probably the highlight of his week. Hayden was dedicated to his music; everything wrong became right when he played his drums. Chelsea, Trey, none of us peers mattered. Anyway, he put on a front for people, because he didn’t need them. Most of them wouldn’t even know him personally, and even his closest friends never exactly listened. Fuck them all and Why does it matter were Hayden’s opinions. The male was tired of his crap attitude and unfortunately it was unshakable. Sooner or later he’d get over it. Anyway, his medium sized bed was his place of peace. Hayden herded himself and all his broken thoughts and actions to his dorm and remained there for the remainder of the day. It was becoming a grotesque habit, something that he needed to snap out of. No one usually bothered him once it slammed his door so it was one of his smarter ideas. He’d screw around on the Internet for a while and then crash hard.


An unexpected knocking at his door startled him, his eyelids flicking open to darkness. He didn’t have a single clue as to who on God’s green earth could be bothering him. He shifted slightly, snuggling deeper in to his bed, pulling the blanket further over his bare shoulders. Being the royal ass he was, Hayden was planning on ignoring the disturbance. Whoever it was, they could wait until tomorrow, or text him. It wasn’t that important, he was sure of it. The knocks came harder and more frequent on the wooden door, and he mumbled a profanity, slipping his hands over his pillow. If he got up, the dumb ass on the opposite side of the cramped living space would get the bitching of their lifetime. Seriously, the nerve of some homosapiens drove the musician up goddamn walls. Hayden, get up and come to the door He knew that voice so well, he froze almost stunned. What was Chelsea doing around? His heart sped up a couple of miles, and Hayden bit his curved lips, annoyed that he wasn’t even looking at her and he was exhibiting grade school behavior. And then silence. In his isolated excuse of a home, Hayden felt relief flood his toned body. She gave up and he wouldn’t have to speak to her. He was aware that Riley had let her go, but that didn’t mean he was all ready to jump back in to a relationship including her. He didn’t know if that was what she was here to talk about or just to have sex with him. Believe it or not, they had still been doing that once they broke up and Riley wasn’t in the picture. It was strange to him, but whatever gave him pleasure, right? In his vortex of a mind, that sounded completely douchey, even for him. Hayden yawned, stretching lightly and shifting to a position on his back. His eyelids fluttered shut once more and then…


He really should have locked his door. His mother always told him to do it and that was most likely the reason Hayden didn’t. His old time guardians would say one thing, and he’d do the exact different. Case in point, the current moment. Chelsea De Torres was in his dorm, closing the door behind her, now he wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Are you here She inquired, her voice so innocent and sweet. He actually enjoyed her presence, he used to. Of course he was there, where else would he be? It was probably around noon or a little after; band practice didn’t start until dusk. Chelsea? What the fuck He growled, sitting up. It came out harsher than usual, but Mr.Channing was rough around the edges. A sigh escaped his mouth and he reached across his bed, clicking on a dim light. Where else would I be He questioned, forcing himself to lighten his tone. Hayden pulled the blanket off of him and reluctantly stood, crossing his arms over his chest. He slept a tiny bit bare did it matter? She had seen him in his underwear plenty of times, even less than that, in fact. Could I help you with something Hayden challenged narrowing his eyes at her, and running a hand through his bed-ridden hair. Man, she honestly had some explaining to do.

tag; tati bby words; 1630 notes; chelden is crack, i fail for repeating codes & i dont know if i like this .

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