Rick's point of view: Damnit. Why did I stop?! Why did I waste that perfect chance?! I was THIS close in kissing Chelsea. Chelsea Homers. The girl that I've been dreaming of everynight. The reason why I go to school early in the morning. The girl who- *ring* Speaking of the angel, it's Chelsea! I plopped to my bed and pressed the "answer" button. "Hi Chelsea!" I answered gleefully. Silence. "Chelsea? Is there something wrong?" I asked, totally concerned. "Rick..." Chelsea mumbled nervously, "... I'm being stalked." I burst out laughing. "No one couldn't really resist your beauty, Chelsea." I joked. "Rick..." Chelsea snapped, completely irritated, "I'm not joking here." I quickly sat up. "What?" "I'm being stalked, okay? Just come here as fast as you could. I'm terribly scared." Chelsea pleaded nervously and hanged up afterwards. I didn't waste any minute. I immediately got out of bed and wore my woolen jacket. Chelsea... being stalked? What if the stalker is... KEN?! Filled with anger, I got inside my car and zoomed straight to the highway. I swerved and revved past other cars. This is bad. What if something bad happened to Chelsea AGAIN? Dismissing the discouraging thought, I accelerated much more until I reached the maximum speed my car could take. Suddenly, I had a thought. The stalker might have some kind of weapon. This could get messy. I could get into a comma, or worse, I'll die. I was 3 meters away from Chelsea's house when I turned off my car's engine. I decided to sneak quietly until I could identify the stalker and if possible, contact the police. I carefully tiptoed across the street. *gasp* There really was man who was infront of Chelsea's gate. With the man's thick coat, sunglasses and mask, you would definitely mistake him as a stalker. But his built isn't big enough... This was definitely NOT Ken. I squinted my eyes to see more. But that figure... It looked very familiar. Where did I see that kind of body again? Suddenly, the figure spotted me and hurried away. I tried to chase after him, but he got into his car and accelerated away. Too bad. There was no plate number. I hurried inside Chelsea's house and knocked vigorously. "Chelsea!" I nervously called out. The door squeaked open and two tear-filled eyes greeted me. As soon as those eyes recognized me, the door swung open and grabbed me inside. "Chelsea... are you ok?" I asked while holding her shaking shoulders. *Hic* "I-is he gone?" Chelsea whimpered. Her body shivered some more. "Yes." I assured her as I patted her head gently. Chelsea looked straight to my eyes. "I-is it K-Ken?" she questioned nervously. "No. The man's built is smaller than Ken's" I explained. "What should I do? I'm scared." Chelsea sobbed. I hugged her and rested my head on her shaking shoulders. "I'm here. Don't worry anymore." I whispered. Chelsea's sobs died down. "Are you okay now?" I asked as I released her from my arms. "Much better." Chelsea smiled. Ugh. That smile is too BEAUTIFUL. I suddenly had the urge to kiss her right now. "Something wrong? You look down." Chelsea asked as she gently reached out for my face. "It's just that I'm regretting about a while ago..." I trailed off, totally embarrassed. "About the kiss?" Chelsea joked. Her grin widened. I innocently nodded. I really DID regret it. I should have grasped that once-in-a-lifetime moment. Suddenly, Chelsea held my face with her warm palms. In a split second... Chelsea tiptoed and... Gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.