TAKING CARE OF ME , chris

[chelsea]

Tagged for Christopher Hughes. AF561B

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It was the unlikeliest of acquaintances. The hunky heartthrob of an film star actor and the tattooed-up cheeky biker nude alternative model. Then again, it was the unlikeliest of ways to go about meeting somebody! Christopher Hughes accidentally clipping the back of her motorcycle was the weirdest thing and at first, in Chelsea's eyes, it was the worst thing. But that was Chelsea just catastrophizing the situation. Her bike could be fixed and that was something Chris had got to work on, making sure that her Harley-Davidson motorcycle was back in it's mint condition for her. She was thankful that she was alive, as was her father when she broke the news about her baby. Harrison got irritated at the fact that Chelsea cared more about it's condition then her own. She was a little bruised and busted up right now but the doctor told her to take a week off work and rest.

Resting was a hard thing to do if your name was Chelsea Bray. There was only so much sitting around on her ass watching television that she could do. The doctor said the pain of her bruised ribs would be a lot more subdued within the next week and she'd be able to return to work as long as she took it easy. Chelsea was itching to get out and do the everything day things that she did. Hang out with friends, go out with her boys to the local bar, run around in the park with her dogs, go to work and make people pretty, take out her bike... Well maybe not that last one. She had to use her car. Yeah, she had a car. It only got used if she had to pack a lot of stuff that couldn't all fit on her bike. She wasn't looking forward to having to drive everywhere now. It just wasn't her, she'd feel trapped inside that cage. And Chelsea just knew that she'd turn into a road-raging bitch screaming furiously at all the people in her way or who cut into her lane.

None of that mattered right now. Chris was coming over, after catching her tweet about someone bringing her pizza to cheer her up. Well wasn't he a gent. He was there to knock her down and he'd be there to bring her back up again it seemed! She had sent him a private message with the details of her address, an apartment in a five storey building a little outside of the city. She tied around a little bit and then got distracted by the youngest of her two Doberman dogs, Garth. Chris was due to arrive with that extra cheesy pepperoni pizza any minute, so Chelsea decided to quit being lazy and do the dishes to get clean plates and glasses ready. Look at her, being prepared. Usually she wouldn't care what anyone thought but maybe it was because he was a gorgeous movie star, she didn't want to think of her as a total slob.

Gosh, some of her mates would have a laugh out of this. Chris Hughes, coming to her apartment? Some of her female friends would buckle at the knees at the very idea. Chelsea wasn't terribly starstruck, since she worked with actors and actresses as a job but one had to admit, it was hard not to feel like a giggly school girl around someone like him. Someone you'd watched on the cinema screen and leaned over to your friend to comment on how delicious he was. As she was resting, she was dressed down and decided that since Chris had chilled at the hospital with her while she was in a hospital gown, he wouldn't care if she was in a pair of Nike sports shorts and a rugby jersey of her home country, Scotland! A dark navy blue number, with the surname Bray on the back in white lettering with the number 29 - her birthday in the month of October.

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[chelsea]

The Scottish-born gal sat on her knees on the ground while her youngest dog stood in front of her, she was running her tattooed hands over the pooch's beautiful soft and slinky black coat. Doberman's were such magnificent creatures to Chelsea and she had two. Garth was with her, enjoying all the attention and affection his owner spooned out to him. She was making kissy noises and puckered lips so he'd stay with her and leave Dexter to eat his food in peace because Garth always tried to butt in and snag some of the older dog's meal, which made Dex defensive and angry. He was enjoying this cuddle and Chelsea had enjoyed the company. As most of her friends were working during the days, she had no one to hang out with and these two dogs were her damn salvation. Okay, so they didn't talk back but Chelsea had had plenty of conversations with these two!

Garth had collapsed to the floor and rolled onto his back, begging his momma to give him a good scratching - which she did - but the animal leapt up when the buzzer rang. And it startled Chelsea. She took a moment to get up, wincing and mumbling a “motherfucking ribs” to herself and managed to get herself up a few seconds later and she stumbled to the phone, which she picked up and spoke clearly. "Hello, is that the pizza delivery boy?" she cooed playfully, already knowing it was him because her apartment building's intercom system gave with a little video screen, a little bit smaller than the size of a credit card but it was good enough to see who it was. She buzzed him in and giggled as she hung up the phone, scooting her dog out of the way as he started barking and she turned on the spot, just as Dexter came out of her kitchen to see what was going on and she pointed at them both and demanded their attention. "Hey! Stay." she began, in her firm “boss” voice. "Sit down. Garth, sit." she snarled and although with hesitation at first, he loyally lowered himself to the floor to at least attempt to patiently wait for the visitor.

She never even though about if Chris liked dogs, she hoped so. Or at least, just hoped he wasn't afraid of them or something. Her dogs were not vicious, despite the stereotypes about their breed. She unlocked her door and stood in the doorway to wait for Chris to get to her floor. He was obviously coming up the stairs because she could smell the food he had with him and she left her door open to walk down the hallway where the stairwell was and she called down. "Smells delicious!" and leaned on the banister, watching him come up. "The pizza too." she said playfully and began laughing. At her own stupidly basically, she was such an idiot sometimes. It was just the way Chelsea was, a light-hearted and goofy flirt. She could hear his paws on the ground before she turned around and saw Garth stumbling out of the apartment and to whatever was going on out here. Dex didn't give a fuck, whereas Garth NEEDED TO KNOW. And he stood at the top of the stairs to greet Chris - the magical bringer of food. Naturally, Garth was loving him already.

[misfit]

[/color] he grinned, "Thanks." he tacked on, knowing she had been flirting with him a moment before by commenting that he smelled good as well. Which, he did. Cologne worked well that way. As he approached both her and the animal, he moved past the small dog as it sniffed at his feet, checking both him and the food in his hand out. "Hey pup." he said as he walked towards Chelsea and then following her, walking into her apartment behind her. He set the food down on the counter in her kitchen and took the two liter out of the bag before turning to look at her. "Well, don't you look beautiful today." he said, a grin reaching his stark blue eyes as he said that. It was then that he noticed the little doberman had followed him into the kitchen. He dropped down into a squat before the dog and let the animal sniff his hand before laying his fingers against the dogs head, scratching behind his ears.

It was then that he noticed another dog in the background, watching him as if unsure. "Dobermans." Chris commented, "I never would have guessed." he said, straightening to look at Chelsea. "Take a seat." He said, grinning again. "You don't have to do a thing." he said once he caught sight of the plates and glasses already sitting out on the counter. Christopher moved to wash his hands before opening the first box of gooey pizza and dishing it out. He then filled the glasses with ice and soda before grabbing a cup and plate and taking them to where Chelsea was now sitting. He laid them before her and went back to get his own.[/blockquote][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

It really did and the further he ascended up the stairwell the more that smell began to infiltrate her floor and tease her so. She bit on her lip and smiled, waiting until he reached her floor. The pair and the dog continued into the apartment and Chelsea shut the door behind them. "Well, welcome to my humble abode." she said and lifted the arm of the non-bruised side of her ribs to gesture around the place. The living room and dining room were all one space with a separate kitchen and then two bedrooms. One of which was her own and the other was much smaller and had a futon in it for guests but was mostly used as her storage space. It was small and yet spacious, considering that she would be pretty messy. She never felt boxed in, which was the most important thing. "Probably not nearly as fancy as any place you live though." she teased as he was the successful actor out of the pair of them.

It was almost surreal to have him standing in her apartment right now. And yet she wasn't phased at all. If someone had told her the scenario some time before they met, she'd have probably scoffed at the very idea and joke about her reaction. But he was so down to earth that Chris didn't give her any reasons to be star-struck or bothered by his presence. He came across as a regular guy, not some flashy actor. Perhaps it was because he lead a low key life and so you didn't see him in the news and the magazines all the time. He wasn't everywhere so he had no reason to act like a prick or like he was up his own ass. Chelsea had to admit that she googled him when they started to correspond after the accident, though when he visited in the hospital they chatted about all sorts and he seemed like a really nice guy. Funny too. And he had a little boy, she remembered him telling her that. His name was Alfie (how cute was that name?)

Chelsea began to laugh and peered down at herself, in her Scottish rugby shirt and her Nike shorts that showed on one of her thighs she had a gauze bandage taped to her leg to cover up the several stitches she had received on her minor wound. He probably meant that in the same way people told their friends that no, they didn't look like shit while they were currently ill. Because you didn't want to knock a person while they were down, you wanted to cheer them up and make them feel good about themselves. Again, Christopher showed that he was a complete gentleman. And it wouldn't be the last time he would prove that's what he was. "Oh, don't make me blush." she joked and pretended to fan herself while sitting down. "Wow, either you feel really bad or you're one of the elusive all-around nice guys I've heard that existed in the world." she said with a little laugh, knowing that there were plenty of lovely guys in the world. "I hope it's the latter but I wouldn't say no to a pity pizza." she grinned.

[misfit]

[/color] Christopher was relieved that this female was not acting all giddy and out of sorts with him. She was not about to hyperventilate in his presence and she hadn't sycced all of her friends on him, at least, not yet. He didn't see any massive hordes of screaming, clawing females in his future with her. At least, he hoped not. Alas, Chelsea didn't seem the type and for that, he was grateful. It was relaxing to be able to be in the company of a female, who was openly flirting with him, but not trying to strip him or take pictures of him or with him every few seconds. Not that he minded the fans or the publicity, but it was nice to mundane for a while.

Christopher had enjoyed the time they had spent in the hospital the other day. He had enjoyed the conversation, not necessarily the location they had been residing in at the time. Especially not so since he was the reason they had been there. Of course, he hadn't been forced to go and see her then but he had wanted to. Chris had had to assure himself that she was okay and he had to repay the debts he owed her. One of which was fixing her bike. The other had been covering her doctor bills. He was sure they had told her about that at one point or another. He gave himself a mental shake and focused on the host, looking her over in one swift flicker of his stark blue gaze, taking in her features. She truly did look beautiful to him, despite the gauze and the fading bruises. All of which he had caused, accidentally of course.

Chelsea began fanning herself and told him not to make her blush. He laughed as she did so, moving into her kitchen to dish out her food and then his own. He told her to take a seat and that she didn't have to do a thing. She commented that he either felt really bad or he was one of those genuinely nice guys that were ellusive but did exist. She told him that she hoped it was the latter but she certainly wouldn't mind receiving pity pizza. Chris gave Chelsea her food and drink before going back to grab his own. He came back and sat down next to her, picking up a slice of steamy, gooey cheesy pepperoni pizza and taking a bite as he laughed. "You truly are beautiful, and you could say it was both." he told her once he swallowed his first bite. "But, I'm one of the nice guys. Promise." he told her, grinning as he took another bite. "Unless you're into the bad boy, jerk type."[/blockquote][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

It was definitely homey and it was very personalised. Everything about it was Chelsea: the way that hardly any of the furniture matched or the use of bright colours. Funny little knick-knacks and things she had bought with friends or from adventures and trips that had no value other than the memories. 40's and 50's (or inspired) pin-up art and photography adorned the walls of her apartment. None of them were herself, as she didn't think that was appropriate, her father or brother coming by and seeing her pose in the nude? No. Her love for movies and music was evident throughout her apartment, the majority of posters were kept in her bedrooms but there was a set of three framed movie posters in her hallway where the doors to the bedrooms and bathroom from some of her favourite film series: Die Hard, Wayne's World and Indiana Jones!

The wall in her spare bedroom was the best because she had one entire wall dedicated to pictures featuring her and her family or friends, all lined up nicely beside, above or underneath each other and she would keep going until that wall was entirely filled. Lived in, was the perfect way to describe it! "Thanks." she said as Chris handed her the food and drink. The soda bubbled and fizzed beneath her nose as she went to take a drink and she wrinkled up her nose in amusement and because it tickled before taking a quick slurp. And when Chris reassured Chelsea that she really was truly beautiful she tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. "Thank you, Chris." she said quietly because that was really nice of him to say. Especially when she felt busted up and sluggish, it was nice to hear that from someone. Especially when they used a word like beautiful, most people didn't call her that. She wasn't the hottest bitch to walk this planet but she had a certain appeal to her.

Plenty of flaws, ones that she embraced, but it was nice to feel pretty. "You don't have to feel bad at all though, I'm fine. I got really effective drugs!" Chelsea said and began to giggle a little bit. Laughing didn't hurt very much anymore and if it did twinge, it was nothing she couldn't handle. "The bruising looks so gnarly though. I'll show you later, when you've eaten." she said and laughed once more. It had spread out and looked far worse than it actual was and the colouring looked so horrific on her naturally tanned olive skin! "And I'm sure I'll have an awesome scar on my leg, to match this one." she said and smiled, lifting the un-tattooed arm of hers as if to show off her biceps but actually to show a scar that followed the fold of her arm. "You wanna know how I got that? A drunk bitch with a broken bottle." she said with a bit of a snort. A drunk bitch who ended up breaking her nose when Chelsea slammed her face into the bar while bits of glass sat embedded in her arm.

She smiled brightly when Chris told her that he was one of the nice guys, showing off her goofy-toothy grin. "I'm glad, you'll keep my perception of the film industry a positive one when it's tainted by the assholes I encounter." said Chelsea, mostly referring to various members of the cast on a show she worked as the hair stylist on, who she had wanted to punch. And she smirked at his comment of bad boy types. Not at all, it was really difficult for Chels to think of and then explain what her type was. So she just decided that she didn't have one. Except maybe, boys who weren't awkwardly skinny because she was a very average and curvaceous size and it would just be uncomfortable. Most people looked at Chelsea and thought because she was a girl with a lot of tattoos and piercings, rode a motorcycle and enjoyed rock music that she should have someone who was the exact same. But for Chelsea, it was more about the personality. If they were just like her, the chances were they wouldn't last!

It would be full of passion, sure. But it would be exhausting and emotionally damaging to be constantly butting heads with someone and always fighting. She needed to be with someone who could handle her, accept her flaws and her boisterous and lively attitude but embrace it. Not give into her, not overlook the fights and the attitude she sometimes had but not lock horns with her. Let her be independent, never make her feel like she had to be under their thumb or permanently attached to their hip. And above all, enjoy the same sense of humour. If you couldn't handle inappropriate comments or her vivacious personality, then it would never work. She swore a lot, sometimes she wasn't very ladylike but if you were comfortable with that and she was comfortable with you and the way you were, it could be happy days.

Having a nice set of broad shoulders, a delicious bottom and not being opposed to facial hair was a mega-plus in her book though! "Some of my best friends are what you'd call the bad boy jerk types. And we often want to throttle each other. It's quite entertaining actually..." she said with a devilish little grin. "You know, you're impressively laidback. You don't expect most actors and actresses in general to be able to sit down and just chill out with us mere mortals." Chelsea said. Though she knew they could because her friends who were actors were really nice but she knew plenty who were stuck up and egotistical. And you'd expect someone like Chris to be. Alright, so he didn't have the fame of Bruce Willis but the majority of people recognised that face. You'd expect all the attention from being a total heartthrob would make him an asshole. Perhaps it was the lifestyle of being a father or just being a nice dude that kept him down to earth. "I like it, I wish more were like you." she said, nodding her head.

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Idk why this is longer, lol. Random burst of muse?!

[misfit]

[/color] He assured her that he was one of the nice guys, unless she was into the bad boy jerk type which caused her to comment.

She told him that because he was a nice guy, it would help her keep a positive perception of the film industry when she came into contact with asshole actors. "Well, I'm glad." he said with a grin. Chelsea told him that some of her best friends were the bad boy jerk types and they usually wanted to throttle each other, and yet it was quite entertaining. She commented that he was impressively laid back and that it was unusual for an actor to be able to sit down and chill out around "mere mortals" like her. She nodded and told him that she liked it and wanted to be just like him. Christopher took a sip of his drink and looked at her as he sat it back down, "Alfie keeps me pretty grounded. Ya know, reminding me that I was a 'mere mortal', as you say, long before I was an actor with money. Plus, it's pretty easy to just kick back around you." He paused for a moment, as if thinking, "So, you come into contact with actors on a daily basis...And you're profession would be?" Christopher couldn't remember whether or not they had spoken about this already but, considering that he had a good memory, he doubted that they had. Otherwise, he wouldn't be asking now.

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[chelsea]

A very cheeky grin (she did a lot of those, she was such a devilish and mischievous young lady) spread across her chops and she began to nod her head. "Ohhh," Chelsea said, letting the word drag out as she started to laugh and let out this somewhat embarrassing snort. That she didn't even notice and therefore wasn't embarrassing about. "Definitely, most definitely." she concluded with quite a proud and cocky expression. It wasn't something to be proud of, she would admit to wishing she wasn't so aggressive and violent but she would also say that she was proud to be a girl who could look after herself. It gave her confidence, knowing that she would stick up for herself if a moment called for it. She didn't have to be afraid of much on that front. But it wasn't like she would recommend getting into brawls, especially when they got you in trouble with the law. "How old is Alfie?" Chelsea asked, as she couldn't remember whether he mentioned his age or whether she had read it. If both had happened, she cursed her memory.

He had to be older than toddler years but no older than ten. Chris didn't look old enough to be a daddy of a preteen! Though she knew he was in his early to mid thirties (something else she forgot to find out) but he didn't look it. Or maybe the heartthrobs of Hollywood seemed to look fantastic in their thirties. Chris Hughes, Bradley Cooper, Gerard Butler - all perfect examples! What was it with older guys, and apparently guys who rocked stubble and/or facial hair? I see a pattern emerging here. Maybe this was her type: masculine and mature handsome hairy guys. Wow. "Oh good." she said, about him being able to kick back around her easily. "Because I'd hate to have to be rude and drag you down a few notches." she grinned and playfully nudged him. Hey, she wouldn't hesitant too if he were to get arrogant and start acting like he was better than her. Even though he pretty much was. She was just a mere mortal! She loved teasing her show biz friends about that, being the mortal while they were 'goddesses' or something!

She was trying to ignore the older of her pair of dogs as he came, asking for some pizza. Trying to sweeten her up by nuzzling and licking her feet. "Uh, I work as a hair stylist and make up artist on and off sets of television shows. Usually one of a few assisting the head honcho, you know?" Chelsea explained, as she was only in the role of a fully trained and licensed hair stylist and make up artist for two years, she was still low down on the food chain when it came to show business. But she was good at her job and she caught on quick. She just hoped that she could keep her attitude in check. She had never been one to do well with being commanding her. She liked it better when she got to work freelance but it was very touch and go with that. At least when she had a stable day job, she had a stable income. "I've just left one show though, some of the cast and crew members were such assholes." she complained but she said it with a smile because it was behind her now.

And then she gave in, peeling off pieces of pepperoni to hold out in the air, ready to drop into her dogs mouth. She was such a sucker for her boys.

[misfit]

[/color] He said with a laugh. His son was mature for his age, not that he was any different than any other seven year old as far as personality or interests went, but he had a worldly sense about him that made you take a step back and just watch him. The young boy was truly bright and had a personality that could draw in almost anyone. And, to top it off, the kid was a lady killer, even as young as he was. In all honesty, Christopher had himself a built in wing man. "You'll have to meet him sometime." After a few moments, they moved onto how laidback each other was and Christopher commented that it was easy to chill out around her. Chelsea nudged him, saying that that was good because she didn't want to have to to be rude and take him down a few notches.

He laughed at that and watched as one of her dogs padded over to them and silently begged for food. He pretended not to notice as she was doing, asking about her job. She told him that she worked as both a hair stylist and a make up artist on and off set for various television shows. Chelsea told him that she was one of the few assisting the head hancho most of the time and he nodded to show her that he was listening. A small smile came over her face as she told him that she had just left one of the shows she used to work for because most of the crew and the cast had been assholes. Christopher hated overly arrogant people and those who thought they were better just because they had the face or the ability to be on television or even better, on the big screen like himself. Those who got their money and abused that power irked him to no end. But, he let that thought go as he looked at the woman next to him.

"Ain't no business like show business." he said with a shrug, "But, by the grin on your face, I'd say that they lost one hell of a talented individual." Christopher's crystal gaze flickered down to the dog at their feet as she began feeding him some pepperoni, he smiled at that. Looking back at Chelsea for a long moment, he began to think, "I don't see how anyone could be an outright asshole to you, no matter their personality or their superiority complex." he said with a small shrug as he finished off his pizza and wiped his mouth with the napkin at hand.[/blockquote][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

Sounded like most seven year olds! Not that she knew too many but she did remember being seven years old. "I know that kind of kid all too well." she cooed. Except she was a misbehaver of a seven year old. Chelsea knew damn well that she was a handful as a kid. A lot like she was now! Always up to no good, that mischievous air about her was more than air when she was a kid. If things were really quiet or she seemed to have been gone away for a little while, you could bet she was doing something she ought not to be doing. And she was such a pain in the ass for her mother - always daddy's girl though. It got worse when she got older because she discovered her mother with another man and when her parents split up she was forced to live with her mother. You could say that mischievousness turned into rebellion. Not in spite of her mother but she wouldn't lie to herself and say there wasn't something she got out of being more than her mother could handle.

Chelsea presented Christopher with a really pleasant smile when he suggested one day they meet. "Really?" she asked, in a completely differently tone. It wasn't like she was never around kids, she knew people and had a few friends who had children but she didn't really get the opportunity to be around kids. To the point that being around kids made her feel uneasy because, obviously, she was not role-model material. She was worried about being a bad influence or cussing and upsetting their parents. She had to watch herself, or at least her mouth! She never minded about other people, about being the girl your mother warned you about and all that. But when it came to children, she never wanted to be that one that you were told to stay away from because she would lead you astray or something. Which was totally untrue and prejudiced. She was actually a sweet girl, she was just rough around the edges. "I'd love to!" she said enthusiastically and hoped he wasn't a brat. He couldn't be with Chris as a role-model, just couldn't be!

She chewed on her pizza, tearing a piece off and watching as all the cheese stretched and she nodded her head. "Damn right." she said, muffled by pizza. She was so ladylike...not. She swallowed her pizza and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I can be, uh," she began, licking her lips to get rid of any mess and also because it was funny/strange to admit the next part. "...be a bit of a bitch too, you know - mirroring their attitudes and giving off a hostile vibe. I try to behave but some people just know how to get under my skin." Chelsea admitted. They had no right to act obnoxious and downright rude to her because something wasn't going perfectly in their life or it was the early morning. She had to wake up early too, she had to work for hours while they got to sit in a chair. Having fame and a job as an actor and an actress didn't give you a pass to act like royalty. Some people forgot it was the masses of general public who put them in that place as well as the crew members like Chelsea.

[misfit]

[/color] he said, laughing once more at the irony of his words. He was sure that Alfie had gotten at least some of his enthusiasm and personality from Christopher but, of course, he couldn't take all of the credit because human beings came into their own skin over time and could only be molded by the people they came into contact with. One of the many reasons why Christopher was glad that Stacia was out of his life, and Alfie's too. Yes, he had loved the woman many years ago but she had turned out to be someone completely different. Someone who had left him and their newborn son. He could understand a woman leaving her husband if she was unhappy, or rather, in this case, a bitch, but he couldn't believe a woman would be able to leave their child. Especially when they were so new to the world.

Coming back out of his thoughts, he heard the tone of Chelsea's voice and she smiled at him as she asked him really when he mentioned they should meet. She seemed pretty happy that he had made that suggestion and he was glad that she wasn't repulsed by the idea of meeting his son. A lot woman that he had met and had been interested in had been turned off by the idea of him having a child, especially a boy who was seven years old. Or, even younger at the time Chris had gone out on the town, dating. She told him that she would love to and Christopher smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he looked at her. His eyes lit up. "Great." he said, watching her face for a few moments. "I'm sure you'll love him once you meet him." He took another sip of his soda as the conversation shifted to her work.

They talked about what she did and why she had left one workplace and Christopher commented that he couldn't see why or how people could be assholes to her despite their "handicaps." Chelsea piped up, commenting that she could be a bit of a bitch sometimes when it came to dealing with those types in order to warn them off with a hostile vibe. She told him that she was nice to most people but some of them just got under her skin. "I know the feeling." He told her as he set his plate aside. "I'll be sure to stay on your good side." he said, grinning playfully, his blue eyes sparkling.[/blockquote][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

"He sounds like a great kid. One that I'll enjoy the company of." said Chelsea, who knew that if they were awkward or just spoilt brats she would have a hard time bonding with them. She looked forward to meeting Alfie and she felt it would be important to. Because she wanted to get to know Chris, and Alfie was very important to him. It made her feel a little guilty though, knowing she had two half-sisters through her mother's second marriage, sisters she didn't really know. She knew Hannah because she had to live with her mother after her parents got divorced but once she moved out she had rarely stayed in contact with her mother and therefore her new family. Ever since catching her mother with another man which lead to the eventual divorce of her parents, she didn't feel a part of her mother's family. And her mother made no attempt to involve her either.

After peeling off various pieces of pepperoni for her dog, she nibbled her pizza all the way down to the crust before chomping on the crunchy crust until her slice was all gone. "You're doing a great job of that already!" Chelsea laughed and held another piece of pepperoni off of her pizza slice to feed to Dexter. "You know, apart from that whole accident moment." she teased but was quick to replace the smile on her face because she wasn't mad about it anymore - it was in the past, nothing could be done to change it. "But seriously, you're in my good books now." said Chelsea as she pointed to him and nodded. Some girls could be charmed with diamonds, Chelsea was charmed by pizza. Classy. "So does Alfie like dogs?" Chelsea asked randomly but inquisitively while she scratched under her dog's chin and he made a low growl-like noise as he enjoyed it.

Her dogs were her children, she had had Dexter since he was a puppy and she lived at home and she got Garth in 2009 as a puppy. They were her boys, she would often joke to friends when they brought up her single-status that aside from her father and her brother, Garth and Dext were the only men she needed! "Because I'm always down for taking these two to Griffith Park. Maybe one day soon you guys can come with us." she suggested, knowing that walking these two was a handful already sometimes but walking them when you weren't one hundred percent? That was just asking for trouble. She knew that Doberman's were known to be aggressive and hostile dogs but like any dog, it all depended on how you raised them. Her dogs were not that type of animal. Unless you were trying to attack her or something?!

[misfit]

[/color] he said, grinning.

Relieved, he heard her ask if Alfie liked dogs and Christopher smiled, nodding as he did so. "Yeah. He's a big animal lover. We have a golden retriever of our own named Scout. He and Alfie are best friends." She mentioned that she took her dogs down to the park sometimes and commented that he and Alfie could join them on one of their walks one day. Christopher looked at her and then reached down to pet her other dog who had approached them. "That sounds great. Alfie would be thrilled." Things were looking better already, and even a little promising.[/blockquote][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

A grin spread across Chelsea's bruised but no longer tender or sore face. That was good, that he already liked dogs. Hopefully her babies would take to Alfie, or at least be alright around him. She'd hate for a little child to make them uncomfortable, but they usually seemed alright around youngsters or other dogs. However, she realised that they didn't spend much time around little kids, so she hoped she wouldn't be eating her words about her boys being lovely. "Aw, I used to always want a golden retriever as a kid." she confessed and giggled. It was only because a neighbour where she grew up would foster puppies that were going to be trained as guide dogs, her neighbours would test them out in a family environment and then hand them back over. And she would love coming over and playing in their garden.

Chelsea smiled again when Chris stated that it had sounded like a great idea and that his son would be thrilled. In a little way, that actually made her nervous! And she didn't know why. She had been around kids, she had friends who had kids. She couldn't understand what made her stomach flutter at the idea. Maybe it was because it was Chris, and she wanted to be his friend but she didn't want to make a bad impression. Because she knew she could be seen as a bad influence. She also hoped that she didn't scare him. Because what were the chances of Chris having friends that looked like her and were like her? Low. But she was also looking forward to it. "Awesome! Maybe next weekend?" she suggested and got up to take their plates away.

Because she was stubborn and didn't want him to do everything for her even though he said he wanted to. She wasn't used to being looked after and being waited on hand and foot. "So how's my bike doing?" she asked curiously (like she hadn't been itching to know, pft) from inside the kitchen before coming out holding the bottle of soda to pour them another drink.

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On the short side, hope that's okay for you! xD