I saw him one time. I have to agree. He really is what other people say about him. But I felt something different. I can feel sadness. I can see loneliness in his eyes. I want to get to know him better. I want to talk to him...
Justin what are you doing? As your writing mentor I advise you not to copy/paste/participate in stories that are not yours unless you have permission.
Chelsea's point of view: Uuugh. Why does this keep on happening to me?! This is like the 3rd time I stayed in this hospital. I gently touched the bandages on my head. But... My memory's very blurry. I can't remember everything. My head hurts A LOT. It seems half of my brain is empty. And... "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER?!" an angry man shouted outside. That sounded like... DAD?! I immediately got up and exited the room. "Dad?" I called out as I spotted his huge built. But he didn't hear me. He was too busy scolding someone. I just can't see clearly... Rick? Rick. RICK!!! *gasp* Rick didn't save me?! That's completely FALSE!!! He like RISKED my life for me. "I'm sorry." Rick meekly answered my father. HU-WHAAAT?! Why is he not defending himself?! He knew it was NOT true!!! "SORRY?! YOU THINK EVERYTHING WILL BE SOLVED WITH A MERE SORRY?!" my father screamed with his clenched fist flying. Is my dad going to PUNCH Rick?! NOOO... CRASH. Ouch. That hurts like Hell. Oh, I mean. This hurts like Hell. "Chelsea..." Rick gasped, completely shocked. "Dear, why..." my father murmured, full of disbelief. Yes. I could not believe it also. I just tasted my father's HELL punch. Yes, that's correct. I protected Rick. In a split second, I blocked Rick with my face and received my father's blow. "W-why?!" my mom asked with her eyes popped out. "Rick does not deserve this!" I yelled. "Dear..." my mom trailed off. "He actually risked his life for me! Look at his wounds, scars!" I screamed with hot tears flowing. I touched his wounded hands and showed it to my dad. "Chelsea..." Rick started off. "YOU!" I screamed, pointing my finger at my parents, "where were you anyway when I was in my first accident?!" "We were at work, honey..." my mother answered gently. I gave out a sarcastic laugh. "WORK?! Yes, work is so much more important than your daughter!" I spat out. My parents froze in place. "Don't just go around, punching people! LOOK at yourselves FIRST!" I glared and grabbed Rick's hand and went inside my room. I slammed the door shut. "Chelsea..." Rick started. "I can't believe that they did that to you." I sighed sadly. "I'm really okay. Go, apologize to your parents." Rick meekly ordered. "Nooo." I rejected firmly, "I can't let them treat you like that." Ugh. What did I just say?! Didn't that sound like an indirect confession? Rick smiled. "Thank you, Chelsea. Those words meant a lot." "Really?" I cooed, blushing severely. Rick slowly approached me. He went closer and closer. "Does it hurt?" he gently asked as he touched my pained cheek. Aaah. He's just too sexy. This is making my heart race crazily. "No, not at all." I softly answered. I felt myself heat up. "That's good." he softly said. Our faces close with each other. I wish this moment stays forever.
Hey guys! Rick and Chelsea seem to be finally getting-a-long now, aren't they? Does THE END smell so near? Nope! Nada! No! Nay! Not! Both will still meet many people and several other conflicts. So, be with me as we read more of Rick and Chelsea's DESPERATE romance. Merry Christmas everybody~