LITTLE ROCK 'N ROLL QUEEN ?!

[chelsea]

YOU ARE THE SUN, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE

With her music blaring she was on her couch, her short hair resembling a bird's nest because of the way she had shook it all over the shop in a moment of 'rock 'n roll madness' which was her, thrashing around to the music in her knickers. Her underwear was bright red, her bra stood out beneath her white tee shirt but that was almost the point, the red lingerie matching the only colouring in the pattern of her Hurley top. The curvaceous chick hurled herself into the air as the Subways' singer screamed out of her stereo. He wanted her to be his little rock 'n roll queen and she was only too happy to oblige! She had loved this song since the scene the band were featured in during the movie Rocknrolla, with her celeb-crush, Gerard Butler. Days off were a rarity during the filming parts leading up to a new season starting but as one of the main cast members was off sick, they decided to call it off for a day and resume tomorrow. As it was a new development, Chelsea had no plans on how to spend her day off. So she was making it up as she went along. And it was time to get out of this place.

She pulled on her jeans, stuck her feet into her boots and grabbed her bag, jacket and helmet. She wore a half helmet, or outlaw helmet as some called them. It was quite like a skater's helmet or one that soldiers wore since it had a bit of a peak. She never bothered kitting up to the max in protection, she knew she was a good rider of her motorcycle. It was the other dickheads on the road that caused any trouble for her. If it was a journey she was riding, she was suit up in more than just her helmet, jacket and gloves. She'd either donned full trousers or even wore chaps over her jeans. Yes, chaps. There was nothing sexy about it, it would protect your legs and it was better then having to wear heavy and thick leather trousers all day, with chaps you could slip out of them and put them in a bag. She had a leather bike jacket that had removable armour so it didn't have to be so bulky all of the time. Her bike was her baby. It wasn't some new edition, it was a 2002 Harley Davidson and what a beautiful hog it was too. Though if she was honest, she had her eye on getting a Triumph Bonneville, which was her favourite bike.

But Harley's were a family favourite. Her daddy had always rode a Harley, her brother had one and their paternal grandfather had one. Chelsea and her brother were given the option of getting a car for their eighteenth birthday or a motorcycle and they both chose the latter. Harrison was more than happy, his biker enthusiasm being passed down into the next generation of the Bray family. But he was more than an enthusiast. As a devoted member of a motorcycle club, they were pretty much his livelihood. He'd been a mechanic all his life before opening up his biker bar and bedsit. And two of his best friends owned a bike garage and custom service business right across the street so those dudes were always tinkering with something. And they were currently building a custom trike, and she couldn't wait to see it when it was done. She could remember being a little girl and climbing on the back of a trike, holding onto Harrison for dear life at first before she bravely let go and felt the freedom. The feeling stayed with her, and now she liked bikes better than cars. She liked feeling the wind in her face, hearing the roar of her exhaust behind her and the rumble of her engine beneath her and the sun shining down on her.

And today, the weather was fairly decent. It was warming up and it was a perfect day to take a walk by the water. She had two Doberman dogs. Garth and Dexter. She'd only be taking Garth because he always wanted to go out more than Dex did, who was somewhat lazier. She had a tank pad for Garth to be clipped to by his collar. He loved going along for a ride. It wasn't a long journey to Santa Monica so Chelsea didn't speed her way there. Instead she cruised along, often putting one hand on Garth's side just so she knew he was alright and took it easy before parking up. After stuffing her leather jacket and her other belongings into one of the saddlebags of her bike, she took out her black bag and slung it around her body and grabbed the dog's water bottle/trough and a rolled up picnic blanket you could carry around with you. "Come on, Garthy babe." Chelsea said affectionately to the Doberman pup as she held onto his leash and he tugged her along on the sidewalks before getting to the beach.

It was cooler then she thought it would be, it made her wish she had brought her jacket down with her. But she stubbornly laid down the blanket regardless and plonked her butt down after unclipping Garth, who excitedly waited for her to toss the ball. He'd only get distracted by someone else or some other noise. That fucking Subways song was stuck in her head. "Be my, be my, by my little rock 'n roll queeen." Chelsea cooed, scratching Garth around his ears, flopping them about in a loving manner as she sang to him. She didn't half treat him and Dex like royalty, I tell thee that!

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TAG: ELIAS J. WALKER. SETTING: THE BEACH. OUTFIT: HERE. CREDITS: LYRICS; GRAPHICS & TEMPLATE BY ME. 2C5E8A

[alexa]

The weight over my shoulder,

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ah, los angeles, california best known as the city of angels to most people. dark angels was the term elias used most when he talked about this place. with all of its glamour and high life that it showed to others, the ones who lived here knew better than to think that way. it had it's dark areas and secrets but what place didn't. this was a place where elias tended to get in trouble at and it was usually during it's glorious night life. when it came to parties, elias was usually there and having a blast. to him it didn't need to be the weekend to go out, going out was going out no matter what day it was. all you had to do was go out with him, he'd take you to a bar or club and show you how to have fun and how he lived his life. but recently he had been in new york with jasper, spending time with the guy while he worked on his film. now elias wasn't working at all and the only reason he went was because jasper asked him too. terrific friend, i know, that's just how loyal he was. but now that he looked back on it, he realized that it was a bad idea. everything was going fine until she started coming around. she being, annika, fucking annika. how he wanted to beat the shit out of her but he couldn't because she was a girl and they would surely give him time for that shit. sharing a nice, comfy cell with a guy named butch.

so to make everything better for everyone, he decided to sneak return back to los angeles and focus on himself. well focus on getting a job was the main reason because it sucked not seeing a paycheck in the mail and he hated not being able to work. plus new york's weather was starting to irk the shit out of him and so were the people. but enough with that gloomy shit, he was back in california - his home sweet home. he got back about two days ago and spent those two days with his family - you know shooting the breeze and what not. it was nice to see his younger siblings and of course his mom and dad. as much as he talked shit about them, he loved them to death and wouldn't change them for the world. "why are you whining now?" he groaned as he looked over at brutus. that pup could whine for hours and seemed and get away with anything when it came to his poppa elias. he'd just look at him with those big ol' blues and pout and he'd have elias around his finger. just sick. "look we're almost there i promise, it's just a bit longer." he exclaimed as he returned his eyes towards the road. "and before you know it, you'll be running across the beach in slow motion like baywatch" he added as he hit the switch and a faint clicking could be heard. they were going to the beach for some R&R and because brutus never been to the beach and eli thought it would be nice to take him. he had another dog but he was at the vet getting fixed.

he couldn't have two male dogs in the house because things would start to get tense. hell they were already acting up because the moment duke saw brutus it went downhill. well they were fine for a bit but then duke started acting all agressive towards the pup and elias wasn't having that shit. he would turn out to be like mike vick and get sent to slammer just because his dog wanted hurt the other one. "see what did i tell you" he stated as he pulled into the parking lot of the beach. the dog seemed to notice because his tail began to wag and his cute little voice started to bark. when he finally parked, he grabbed onto brutus and stepped out of his car. "hold on, hold on" he laughed as he tried to put the leash on. thank god he did because as soon as the pups feet hit the ground he tried to run off. elias tried his best to hurry as he made sure he locked his vehicle before walking towards the sandy shores. though they didn't get very far because it seemed they had to stop at every little thing so he could sniff it. "jesus, you could've done this shit at home" he said as he stopped yet again. shaking his head, he lifted his gaze and checked out his scenery and that was when he saw her. he'd recognize those tattoos and that short pixie cut anywhere. "come on shortstuff" he said as he tugged the pup along. he tried to be as casual as possible to not draw any attention to himself. when he was finally in talking distance he spoke, "i don't know if i should call you by your name or one of the many nicknames i have given you"
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[chelsea]

With pursed lips, she kissed the top of her baby boy's head as he sat in her lap, happy to cuddle with his momma as she drowned him with love and affection. Soon he'd be too big to pick up and snuggle like this. Though it wouldn't stop him or her from trying to! She swore that they were just like typical dudes and loved to snuggle into her cleavage. "Get outta there, you cheeky little shit." she smiled as he kept sniffing around in her shirt and she began to play with Garth's ears again because they were so flopsy and cute. He was cute. She loved Doberman's, they were such a magnificent breed. Though a lot of the time, misunderstood. Because in movies they were portrayed as the bad dogs, the ferocious guard dogs that would murder you. If you handled them right and trained them right, they were just as loving as a Labrador. But she loved that they had a history of being guard or police dogs.

As soon as a male voice rang out, her head snapped to look at the speaker which made her black and blue hair land funnily on her forehead. "Fuck me." said Chelsea, in a startled manner because he managed to scare the shit out of her by unexpectedly speaking. She didn't say it out of general invitation to fuck her (though, my loves, don't think that she hadn't thought about it. Who would say no to that shit? For serious, have you seen that ass and smile, have you?). It was Elias fucking Walker, and he was the last person she would expect to bump into at the beach. Mostly because of the fact that he was supposed to be in New York. Her mouth was ajar in shock at the sight of him and she scrambled off the ground. "Holy shit dude, what the fuck!" Chelsea said. Such a lady, such a way with words - her mother would be so proud. But she had every right to swear herself silly, in a state of shock because one of her best mates who she barely got to see was right there. RIGHT THERE! Abandoning her dog and the blanket, she rushed at Elias and threw her arms around him in a big old hugaroo.

Since Elias lived in New York with Jasper, Chelsea rarely got the see either of them. And it bothered her, because the boys were some of her best friends. And it sucked not being able to see your mates. Whenever she got the chance to hit up New York she did the rounds of all the people she could only really keep in touch with thanks to the internet and cell phones. And most of the time when she hooked up with Eli and Jasp, they all got wasted and caused trouble. The trio hadn't changed, they'd done the same shit since they day they all became friends back when Chelsea moved to Los Angeles at eighteen. "What the hell are you doing hereee?" Chelsea asked, letting him go just enough for him to answer her, her hands still on his arms because she was excited! And she was now cancelling all plans for tonight because she was dragging this fucker out to get obscenely drunk, whether he liked it or not. She'd like to see him try and stop her, he may be big and strong but she was no pushover. At all. Which was her secret weapon. Being female alone made guys underestimate her. She'd have the last laugh when she followed through on the threat to kick their ass.

She let go of his arms, only to land a punch in his bicep. "And why the fuck didn't you tell me!" she demanded, after realising that she had not heard one fucking word from him about coming back to California. "You little bastard." she grinned, one side of her bottom lip pierced with a small labret stud.

[alexa]

The weight over my shoulder,

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ah, chelsea bray, hands down one of the sexiest women elias had ever been friends with. which was odd, because he could honeslty say that the two were friends. close ass friends at that, not once had he ever tried to put his moves on her. well not in a serious way, maybe he did in the beginning but all that had certainly changed. she was one of the guys but there were times when elias got in protective mode and stopped any fucker who wanted to get in her pants. that shit wasn't happening, not on his watch and definitely not on jasper's. if he could consider chelsea anything, it would be a sister, an older sister but he didn't mind acting as the older sibling. kind of a sick and twisted sibling relationship but a sibling relationship nonetheless. one thing he liked about her was that she had a sailor mouth like him and they could cuss all day and not give a shit. "jesus chels, that's sick. you know you're like a sister." he exclaimed with a laugh as he let go of the leash in order to hold onto chels. he wasn't worried about brutus running off because he saw a new playmate to play with.

wow, maybe he needed to leave for awhile and come back more often if this was how his friends greeted him. he could only imagine when he went to visit joey and saw jamie and anna, god he loved those kids. if anything they seemed to be the only ones who didn't jump down his throat or judge him about the things he did. he wished his friends and other people would do the same, but he was asking way too fucking much. one minute chelsea was sitting infront of him and in the next few seconds she was literally in his arms. he was thrown off for a bit but had quick reflexes and returned her hug, giving her a quick spin. "you know i didn't die or anything, i was just across the country" he exclaimed with a laugh as he gave her a tight squeeze. yeah, so he was definitely gonna leave again for a few months and return because he liked the attention he was getting. his mother and sister did the exact same thing when he showed up on their doorstep. or course his dad and his brothers acted all cool and shit but he knew they would've done the same thing. "i decided to come back early, i was missing cali and you kid" he stated as he patted the top of her head. of course, he failed to mention that jasper and everyone else in new york didn't know that he had left, well he was assumed jasper knew by now if the guy showed up to the apartment and realized he wasn't there.

he did not want to think about that conversation at this point. oh god, who should've thought that shit through but it seemed like the right idea at the time. well, fuck his life. well if it made anything better, his brother's birthday was this week, so all was not lost. "no but seriously i had to get out of there, it was fucking up my vibe" he replied while shaking his head. "everything was starting to piss me off and..yeah i just had to go" he added with a deep sigh. his green eyes glanced down at his puppy, making sure that he was alright - when he was satisfied he looked back up at her and smiled. "chels, i know you gotta thing for me and my dad but if you wanted to feel me up - OW" he yelled as he reached for his bicep. what was it with girls hitting him lately? did he have a sign on his head that said "hey, hit me!"? he gave her a fake pout as he rubbed his bicep in a small circular motion. "it's called a surprise skank" he retorted as he took a few steps away from her. he made sure that he was out of arms length of getting hit again. "if it makes you feel better i didn't tell jasper or my family i was coming" he said as he lowered himself down onto the blanket. bringing his knees up towards his chest, he rested his arms across his legs and glanced up at her before giving her a playful grin, dimples and all. "im your bastard"
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[chelsea]

Across the country was just as bad. Because it literally was right on the opposite side of the United States. And it was annoying as hell. The effort that had to made just see your mates, it was ridiculous. "Yeah well, I still miss you guys. Of all the places you gotta live, did it have to be New York?" Chelsea said, sounding like a total loser. But it was true! Chels tilted her head to the side as she pulled a stupid little cute face. "I hope you missed me more than California. I'm way better." she said nonchalantly, though she was just kidding. "Yeah, I get what you mean." she admitted. Honestly, moving anywhere that was too far away from her dad for her liking would piss her off. Chelsea was such a daddy's girl, but she didn't see it as a bad thing. Her brother travelled a lot because he was a musician and she didn't really see her mom often because the two didn't get along, but Chelsea and Harrison were real close despite the fact that they lived hours away from each other. And if you thought her boys were protective of her, you hadn't seen nothing until you met Harrison. No one fucked over his baby and got away with it, that was if Chelsea didn't deal with you first!

The grin that had slapped itself on her face since she saw him had no left. Ah, she did love a good surprise! Especially when it was one of like this, she had one of her brothers back in her vicinity - it was never a bad thing! Unless they were having an off moment. They went through those, silly little spats that were over something really stupid. They'd always make up after falling out, it was just one of their things. They were all too alike, it was always going to cause a few problems. She raised her hand, pointing at him. "Watch your fucking mouth." she warned him, though she was only fucking around. He could call her whatever the hell he liked, Elias knew that. He called all sorts of names, half of them that would be insulting to anyone else but to Chelsea and Eli, it was just what they did. "It's good to have you back though." she said, a little giggle escaping her lips simply because she couldn't help it. Elias sat down on her blanket but she stayed stood up for a moment, mostly because her dog was being nosey and she had a feeling she'd have to go retrieve him any second. "Too right, dude." said Chelsea, when he said that he was his bastard. Too fucking right.

She loved the friendship she had with this dude. Sure they fought a lot, they teased each other all the time and they liked to play with each other. But she was one of his dudes. And she loved it. "How long you in town for?" she asked, hoping it was more than some three day visit. And she had been right about having to go grab Garth as he went bugging some dudes who were chilling not too far away. But she was back to her blanket in seconds, her fingers holding his collar. "And you do know you're coming out tonight, right?" she asked and then mischievously set a grin on her lips. "To a bar, I mean. Not from the closet." she said, her brown eyes filled with a cheeky vibe. "Unless you're ready to?" she added and spun around with a laugh. Well, he and Jasp did convincingly joke around that they were lovers sometimes. Nah, she was totally messing around. She did love to give him shit for his bromance moments. "Just kidding, don't smack me." cooed Chelsea as she kneeled down on her blanket and readjusted her shirt.

[alexa]

The weight over my shoulder,

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"don't look at me, it was jasper's job that took him there, i went because he asked me" he exclaimed with shrug. that was the type of loyalty elias was talking about, if someone asked him to do something - he'd do it with no questions asked. it was that kinda thing that got you good character points but also it could be a downfall. if you had too much of it, people could get you to do anything and then you'd become their little bitch. yes man, as the comedian kevin hart said. you were put on this earth to argue and live your life, stop saying yes all the damn time. get a back bone, you werent suppose to agree on everything with anyone and if you did...something was fucking wrong. "oh yeah, totally lemme tell ya about it" he replied with a chuckle. he missed her just as much as he missed everyone else...well not everyone - he missed duke more, his kick ass dog. now when he went away he could miss brutus too. he glanced down at brutus, who was now playing tug-of-war with the leash. "geez, let go, that's why you can't have nice shit" he said as he gave a firm tug that caused the dog to fall foward.

a shocked expression fell on elias' features as he reached down and picked up the pup. he didn't mean to tug so hard, that was bad, bad dad award for elias at this point. "brutus meet chelsea, also known as booby lady" he said as he made brutus have eye contact with chels for a moment before he laid down on his back, taking the dog with him. "she isn't as bad as she seems, she's a bit clingy but you get use to it" his giant hands gently rubbed the dog as he shifted his gaze over toward chelsea. "of course it is good to have me back, i know chels and cali have been missing the elias action." he stated in a "know it all" voice. "don't fret poppa eli is here to stay and reign terror on this fucking city" as long as it didn't involve him going to jail and becoming someone's butt buddy then he'd be down. wait, who was he kidding, he didn't mind going to prison. prison was just like living at home, you got three meals a day, free cable, recess and a place to sleep and most of all..FOOD. sure it had its downs but so did every other place out there and at least there you didn't have to worry about the nagging girlfriend or wife. but of course, you the fucking warden who was like your mom and that was worst.

how long was he in town for? god, why'd she have to ask such difficult questions. "uhh...." he mumbled as he sat up with a grunt. placing brutus down in front of him, he began to push the pups head down and soon enough the two were playing who was the strongest. "i don't know actually, maybe long enough until he gets situated or something - hopefully jasper would be done by then" elias said while shrugging lightly at his words. he needed to figure out where he could keep brutus if he decided to go back to new york. he thought he'd be here for a few days but when he landed, he didn't want to leave ever again. going out? hell yeah, he was always down for that shit. he was about to reply when he heard her coming out of the closet comment. funny. "of course i'm ready to come out" he replied jokingly in his "gay" voice. "snap snap, clap clap, claps for elly" he added, snapping and clapping when he needed. elias and jasper sometimes always acted as if they were lovers, it was part of their glorious bromance but everyone knew not to take that shit seriously. neither one rolled that way and would gladly beat the shit out of you if you took it too far.

"but yeah, im done for tonight" he nodded. he shifted his eyes towards the water and stared at the ocean and sighed. it was pretty peaceful out here, maybe this could be his new go to spot when he was out of it. he wouldn't mind just spending a few hours out here to take his mind off of stuff. "so what have you been up to?" he asked. "do i need to fuck some guys up or what?" he shifted his playful gaze over to her before he let his childish grin escape his lips. you know the one when both dimples made and appearance and it made people think that underneath all the tattoos and badass ways...there was this sweetheart or teddy bear there. the one that also seemed to make the girls go weak in the knees and have them in the palm of his hand. the one he should've used in his yearbook photos but settled for the blank expression instead.
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[chelsea]

They could act all tough and they could have the biggest of slagging/slugging matches. But Jasper and Elias weren't fooling anybody with their tough guy act of going around like there was no deep, deep brotherly love going on between them. It was fucking sweet, if only because it showed the pair weren't heartless. People outside the 'circle' didn't know how great they could be and how caring they actually were. Didn't mean they were lovely all the time, but it was what made them, them. Chelsea began to laugh at the foolish antics of Elias and Brutus, letting out an 'awh' when the dog slumped forwards because of the way Eli tugged too hard on his toy. And then introduced her as booby lady. She shook her head, giving him a look of disapproval. Wasn't the first time she had a nickname referring to her lady lumps and it wouldn't be the last. Most used was 'Tits McGee' by friends she had known a long time because of her bosom and because she was Scottish. She had a mixed accent now that sounded much more American than Scottish but when she first moved to America at the age of six, she had a proper Jock accent.

With Garth sniffing around the blanket (and the new dog and his owner), Chelsea sat back with her booted-feet flat on the ground, her hands behind her on the ground too with her knees bent, pointing to the sky. "Shit, I better start a bailing-Eli-out-of-jail fund." she joked. Though she could also be serious for the amount of times he managed to get in trouble with the law. At least she was trying to calm down, she didn't need for her luck to run out and all her past indiscretions adding together and equalling jail time. The girl needed freedom like she needed to breathe. "Oh dear god." Chels groaned, as Elias went gay for a moment. "It's scary how well you do that." she teased, sitting up straighter to lovingly maul Garth as he came back to her and she made puckered lips and kissy noises at him because it always made him jump up at her. She'd been really busy in the past couple of months, she was looking forward to a bit of down time near the end of April. And off she was going to New York for a few days to hang with her girls. Chelsea lazily shrugged her shoulders. "Same old shit, you know. Working, doing shoots, riding, drinking and partying. Living." said Chelsea as she listed her main activities. Working like a beast right now while they finished up this season's filming and then she'd have to find work to fill in the gap.

But it wouldn't be too hard, Chels was good at networking. She whored her self and her skills out over websites like ModelMayhem and knew plenty of people who could be looking for a hair stylist and/or make up artist. And as a hobby she did nude and alternative modelling. Which was great, because she could offer her skills to that too as well as hang out with friends and have fun. She'd had to limit her spending on booze because she was heading to Las Vegas soon and needed to save up some cash. Just meant she'd have to use her flirty eyes and provocative ways and cleavage to score some rounds from dudes willing to buy a lady a drink! Chelsea laughed a little and brushed her black-and-blue hair out of her eyes. "What, cos I can't look after myself Eli?" she asked, in this coy manner, using her big brown eyes to seem so innocent. Yeah, right - it'd fool nobody. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about such things, boyo." she said, reaching over to give his head a little pat. As Fergie stated in that song of hers: boys just come and go like seasons. She was just having fun, no serious business: nothing that could lead to her heart getting broken again.