SO TAKE MY HAND , chris

[chelsea]

She couldn't be more excited, sitting in her friend's car clutching her helmet as the pair drove to the destination of the garage that had been taking care of her baby, who had suffered a significant amount of damage during a minor accident in which she wasn't hurt badly, just bumped and bruised. And funnily enough, she had made a new friend all thanks to that accident. A fabulous new friend named Chris Hughes. He had paid for her bike to be restored, along with the custom changes she had in place and they even managed to get an artist to redo the artwork she had done on the tank cover, which was important to her and she couldn't have been more thankful. Chelsea would have been more than happy to get this all done herself, but Chris insisted on overseeing it and paying for it.

She would have if she knew she could have afforded to get it all done within a reasonable time limit but if Chelsea had taken care of it, she knew she wouldn't be picking her motorcycle up today. And she'd be upfront about this, she fucking hated driving. It had been a nightmare, she was actually impressed at the fact that she hadn't gotten out of her car and bashed someone's windscreen/head in during the last few weeks! No joke. Impressed.

Dressed head to toe in black, she chose to come in a pair very comfortable and snug biker leather trousers. She always preferred traditional leathers to the sports bike leathers. That was if she wore leathers at all, but with a nice gash on her leg from wearing jeans and skidding across the road, she had decided to play it a little bit safer! Sometimes it was because of the heat, other times because she was being lazy, but a lot of the time Chelsea only wore her helmet (which wasn't a full face-covering helmet) and a jacket, with gloves and boots as her protection. It just wasn't as big a priority to her as she knew it ought to be because she wasn't out on the roads to speed off. She had no intentions of crashing or pulling dangerous manoeuvres.

She might be young, but she was a good rider. And she was happy to be reunited with her 2002 Harley Davidson FXDXT Dyna Super Glide T-Sport, she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. It would be great to see Chris again too, they were rapidly becoming a good set of friends. She liked him, he was a good, decent guy and a great father, who was strong and determined not to mention funny, charming and deliciously good looking. Yeah, I know - you'd think a girl like Chelsea was so not into his "type" but what wasn't to like about him? Her type wasn't "dude who listens to heavy metal, rides motorcycles and has tattoos". If a guy was too much like her, she clashed with him.

Chris was different and yet similar to her in many ways. It was interesting. As was a brief kiss they shared a couple of weeks ago. The last time she saw him, she met his beautiful little boy Alfie in the park, walking dogs and having fun, enjoying the warm sunshine and making an afternoon out of it. What a badass little kid, she liked him. Chelsea waved off her friend and hurried to the garage, looking around and asking for Chris, with her backpack hoisted on her shoulders and her helmet, bandanas (as sometimes, she wore two) and sunglasses in her hand, she waited around in such a good mood. You'd never think an accident ever happened to her by the way she was grinning widely, with no signs of injury on her face anymore. thank god.

Suddenly she saw that tall and athletically built friend of hers and stood up, shuffling giddily over to him. "Hey you!" she cooed cheerfully, tucking her black and coloured hair behind her ear. "I can't turn this off," said Chelsea, as she gestured to the smile showing off her slightly big front teeth between her pierced lips. "That's how happy I am right now. How you doing?" she asked.

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tag: chris h. setting: garage somewhere in los angeles, lol. notes: hope this was okay! <3 1D6E82

[misfit]

[/i] fault. Shaking his head, he took a bite of his breakfast, and he and Alfie got into his Camaro and headed to the shop.

Minutes later, he arrived and walked into the place, looking around for Chelsea. Not too long after, he watched as the female entered the building and looked around as if looking for him. Which, of course, he knew, she was. That made him feel kind of...warm and happy for some reason. Oh yeah, it had to be that he liked her. Alfie strode in behind him, standing back slightly as he looked at the various car parts that were displayed in the garage's sales area. She noticed him and practically bounced over, a huge smile on her face and he was glad that he was part of the reason, even if it had been a tragedy in the first place that had brought them here today. It felt good. She acknowledged him and focused his attention on her smile as she commented that she couldn't turn it off. He laughed at that and she told him that she was happy, asking how he was doing.

Christopher looked at her for a moment, and smiled before speaking, "I'm doing well." Just then, Alfie perked up upon noticing Chelsea's presence and moved over towards the two adults. "Chelsea!" he said with enthusiasm, a smile lighting up his face as he looked at her. "How're the boys?" he asked, referring to her dogs whom he had met only days before when they had met up at the park to walk their dogs. Her with her dobermans and him and his dad with their golden retriever. Christopher looked at her and smiled as Alfie looked up at Chelsea expectantly, that boyish grin of his never leaving his face. Like father, like son.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[chelsea]

She placed her hands on her lovehandles

[/b] hips while her leather jacket hung open because it was pretty fucking hot inside all of this protective gear. Which was just another reason she tended to not wear them. Especially on long rides, if she was going to Stockton to visit home. But she would just have to start getting used to self-preservation over comfort! And people would have to get used to her being a sweaty beast. Mm, nice. "Good to hear! And how's little Alf-" Chelsea began to say when, speak of the devil, young Alfie appeared right before she managed to spit out his entire name. She giggled and waved down at him.

Chelsea was someone who could say that she loved kids but she didn't want any. She was happy to be the aunt, godmother, or family friend. But the title of mother just didn't fit her right. Maybe it was her fear of pregnancy and the whole process of giving birth that put her off. Or the way she knew kids could be aside from adorable. She liked being able to hand children back to their parents when she couldn't take it anymore! Chelsea figured she'd probably be a mean mother, who shouted a lot and threatened to put her children in the dustbin or to live in the shed with the spiders if they carried on being a pain in her ass.

Her gaze, and smile, moved from Chris to Alfie as he appeared and said her name in an enthusiastic manner that made her giggle. "Hey, dude!" she said, as Alfie was totally her new best friend. He was such an awesome little kid. She was reminded of her own children and the kids she used to hang out with - always boys more than girls because girls wanted to have tea parties and play house and Chelsea wanted to build ramps and ride her bike off them or climb up trees and try to jump from one side of a shallow river to the other. The boys obliged her wishes for adventure and he seemed just like that.

Chelsea placed her tattooed hands on her knees and hunched over a little bit so she was more his height. "Oh, they're great. I wish I could have brought them with me today but it'd look a bit funny with two dogs on a motorcycle, not to mention dangerous! Don't you think?" she said and smiled down at the blonde haired boy. He was as charming as his Dad, and he'd probably grow up to be a little heartthrob like him too. Heartbreaker more like! And she was glad he wasn't afraid of her or something - which was something she had actually worried about! She never cared what people thought about her.

But before meeting Alfie, she worried he'd not like her or be afraid of her. Maybe she was just worried she'd do something stupid like swear inappropriately. She'd managed to contain herself. A few close calls but nothing a "fudge" or "sugar" couldn't solve! Chelsea stood back up and flashed an amused look at Chris. She was smitten with his little boy. Smitten with both of them, seeing them together warmed your heart. What as it about hands-on fathers that made a girl go all gooey? Maybe it was the very close relationship she had with her own father.

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Aww, Alfie is so cute. Such a perfect choice for him! :3 [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[misfit]

[/color] Alfie laughed at that and nodded his head at her spoken question. Chris looked at her and smiled himself as he heard that. He was proud of his son. He was growing up so fast. Pretty soon, he was going to be a well-mannered gentleman. Christopher couldn't be happier that this would be the kind of person he released out into society one day. However, that time was a long ways away. Thankfully. He never wanted to give his little boy up, but he knew the kid would become a man whom he could respect. That, he could deal with. But, for now, Alfie was his rough and tumble motocross racer who still slept with his teddy bear. Of course, no one knew about that but himself and Alfie.

Looking over at Chelsea, Christopher let his boyish smile shine as well, "I see you're wasting no time getting back on the horse. Or, in this case, the bike." he said, chuckling at his own cleverness, however corny it may have been. A few moments passed and customers were called up to the desk to take care of their payments and what not in order to receive their vehicles. After a bit, Christopher heard his name being called and he glanced at Chelsea before looking down at Alfie, letting him know to stay right there just by his sight. He headed over to the desk and paid for the repairs, signing all of the paperwork and pocketing the receipt before Chelsea had a chance to walk over and spy. She would never know how much Christopher had paid out for everything. It was something she didn't need to know. Chris was taking care of everything out of his own pocket, nuff said. He strode over and handed Chelsea the ticket so they could head around back and pick up her bike. "All taken care of." he told her with a grin.

ooc; yeah, he is. thanks. :][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[chelsea]

Damn right she was wasting no time. She was having withdrawal symptoms! "The less time wasted, the better in my opinion." she responded, being completely honest. The stubborn and impatient side of Chelsea had reared it's ugly head during the absence of her Harley. She continuously pouted about having the use a car and having to sit in traffic. That, along with being in the healing process had caused her to be a bit of an irritable and grumpy beast. But in the run-up to this day, she had become more optimistic and light-hearted about it. And now? Well, she just felt so stupidly excited. Almost to the point that she just felt like a fucking first class dork. But she couldn't help it, this was her baby. This motorcycle was a gift from her father and she cherished it.

Now it was going to look as good as new and ready for action.

Chelsea stayed nearby Alfie while Chris went and dealt with the business side of things, the pair tossing some harmless and child-appropriate banter back and forth with the kid about the latest adventures. She was showing him her shark hand tattoos and how they went together when Chris returned. She turned around just in time to be presented with a slip of paper. And like a girl would to a new pair of shoes or a nice piece of jewellery, Chelsea squealed on the inside and almost squealed on the outside too! Instead, Chels did this little wiggle on the spot for a second or two, which would be known privately to herself as her "FUCK YEAH!" happy dance, of the victory variety.

And she didn't give a fuck, because she was happy. As if you couldn't tell already. "Dude, I freakin' love you right now." she said and trapped her bottom lip beneath and/or behind her slightly large front teeth in an attempt to stop beaming like a total idiot, but it didn't work. "Man, I don't know how I could ever thank you for this. But I'm so grateful, I really am, Chris." Chelsea said, resting her hand up on his broad shoulder. And she stood up on her toes within her boots to give him a warm hug which would hopefully portray how seriously appreciative she was of this. And as she let go, she turned to Alfie. "So, are you ready to see my pride and joy?" she asked, holding up her ticket so they could go and collect it.

She walked beside Chris and motioned to Alfie. "You know Chris, if you're not careful, I might end stealing him one of these days." she laughed, hoisting her backpack onto her shoulders and letting her helmet hang off of her wrist. It was great to see a celeb-kid that was ordinary and not paraded around like an accessory or constantly captured by paparazzi. All thanks to how modest and humble Chris was.

[misfit]

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As he said this, she reached up and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug. His strong arms wrapped around her smaller frame affectionately as he hugged her back. They parted and she asked if he was ready to see her pride and joy. He nodded and they headed out of the office area, towards the garage where she could turn in the ticket in order to get her ride. As they walked, Chelsea commented that if he wasn't careful, she was going to steal Alfie away from him one of these days. Christopher laughed as he looked from her to his son and back again. Alfie beamed at the statement and seemed to stand a little taller. Chris ruffled the boy's hair as he looked at the woman next to him. "You can borrow him." he said teasingly. "The boy needs to see other faces besides myself." Alfie looked amused. Moments later, they arrived at the garage part of the building.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/ul]

[chelsea]

Probably in the same sort of way that Chris felt responsible for overseeing and paying for the repairs of her motorcycle, Chelsea felt indebted to him for getting her baby back to her in mint condition. Even though he continued to say that it was the right thing to do and it was what anyone would do in the same situation, she was overwhelming grateful. She wore an unusually sheepish smile as she shrugged her shoulders, in an "I'll agree to disagree with you" kind of way.

She giggled a little bit as her inked-up hand ran through her black hair, brushing it back off of her forehead and she tutted in fake disappointment. "Aw, does that mean I'll have to give him back?" Chelsea asked with a faux-pout and glanced at Alfie, giving a little chuckle. She supposed it had to be difficult for the kid, to have no mother around. But Chris was a great father. It must be difficult at times for him too, especially with a demanding job like this. Chelsea admired how humble and modest Chris was, and she found these two boys incredibly cute. They seemed to have a tremendous relationship, in the times that she had been in their presence, she loved to just watch them interact. She really hoped that they'd all still see each other now that she was getting her bike back.

It was a pretty surreal experience, hanging out and getting to know a famous actor. She wasn't new to interacting with or knowing celebrities, even having them as friends but this was different. Perhaps because of the circumstances that it had all come about. She didn't know, but it had been an interesting experience all the same. All of her other show-business friendships had come from working with them, from seeing them being their normal selves and not whatever the media was portraying them as. But being bumped into by Chris through them into each other's lives! She hoped it wasn't going to be the end of it, she wanted to get to know him better! And Alfie too, there was just something so magnetic about the both of them. "Well, he's welcome to come hang out with me anytime." she said and gave a firm nod of her head.

She was serious, thinking back to the fact that she felt indebted to him. She'd happily "babysit" the lad if Chris ever needed or wanted that. Though Chelsea would probably turn into a kid as soon as Chris left and it would be more like two kids having fun. "I promise that you'll get him back in one piece, I'm not as reckless as I seem." said Chelsea with a mischievous little chuckle. As they arrived to the garage area, Chelsea hurried to handover her slip of paper and someone went off to retrieve her bike. The man guided it by the handlebars, walking towards them with it and Chelsea beamed happily, her hand holding onto Chris's muscular arm as she stood next to him, excited.

And then she parted from his side to take her bike into her own hands, wheeling it the rest of the way back to Chris and Alfie. "Isn't it great, Alfie?" she asked him, kicking out the stand to leave the bike upright while she walked around it before getting onto it and resting her hands on the tank in front of her. She felt like a Queen back on her throne, and it felt so good.

[misfit]

[/color] Alfie commented, to Chris' surprise. Of course, Alfie knew a good piece of machinery when he saw one, but he had never used such a word to describe it before. Alfie, at seven years old, was an avid cyclist in his own class of riders and had sported the bruises to prove it. "Not as gorgeous as it's rider." Christopher commented with an almost boyish smile as he stepped closer to the bike as well. Bikes interested him as well, but not as much as Chelsea did at this moment.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[chelsea]

Chelsea watched Alfie as he came towards her bike with curiosity and interest. She smiled, finding herself seeing similarities between Alfie and the child Chelsea used to be. Except Alfie was much more well-behaved or at least, he seemed to be. He almost touched it but chose not to at the last second. Chelsea wouldn't have minded, he could get on it for all she cared. Chelsea was about to respond to Alfie's very true comment when Chris threw in a statement of his own and her eyes diverted from the kid to the father. Chelsea was used to being flirted with, she was used to being the one flirting too but Chris's comment caught her off guard.

But it was in a good way, it was a nice surprise and uncharacteristically, she became bashful at the very sound of it, inclining her head until her chin touched her chest as if to hide any sight of her broad smile which had expanded across her face, giving her an apple-cheeked expression with just the slightest hint of a blush. Her shoulders shuddered as she giggled. Giggled like a fucking school girl. What on earth was wrong with her? Goddamn this suave bastard and his equally charming little lad. "You two," she said, pointing in their direction and wagging her finger. "You two are just too much." she grinned, as she meant that in a good way. Chelsea had realised just how smitten with them she actually was. "But thank you," said Chelsea, directing her comment to Alfie but then her brown eyes flicked up to Chris. "Both of you." she added and tried so hard not to start giggling again.

She was going to be pissed at herself later for reacting in that way.

She cleared her throat, moistening her lips and she slouched in her seat. "D'you wanna get up on here, Alf?" she asked him, looking at Chris too because at the end of the day, if he didn't want Alfie on the bike, Alfie wouldn't be getting on the bike. She wasn't going to start it up and ride off with him, but she remembered the delight she found out of just sitting on her Dad's machine, just sitting there and sometimes pretending to ride it on her own. Harrison kitted her out with a helmet and a jacket and took her out plenty of times, though he would always go slow and steady and as careful as possible so there would be no possibility of an accident. It was those little rides that intoxicated Chelsea with an interest for biking.

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NOTE: I'm sorry this is shit and late, I've just been so unmotivated to write but I thought something was better than nothing at all! I hope this is okay for you. D;

[misfit]

[/color] he asked, looking up gleefully. Chris didn't hesitate with his answer, "Sure thing, kiddo." he said with a nod. Alfie grinned wider, if that was possible, and scrambled over to Chelsea and the machine beneath her. Carefully, he reached up and took hold of the handlebars expertly, bringing himself up to sit in front of Chelsea. He grinned and laughed slightly in glee at just sitting on it. He looked at Christopher and spoke, "Thank you." He said before turning to Chelsea and saying the same. "Y'know, I ride bikes too. Motocross." he stated proudly.

"So does daddy, sometimes, when he's not working. Alfie thought for a moment. "Speaking of daddy," Christopher's breath caught in his throat in apprehension at the thought of what his son might say. The boy was quite smart for his age and that scared him sometimes. "Will you go out with him?" An unmanly blush crept up the back of Christopher's neck and he coughed silently, his breath exhaling in a whoosh. What could he do to fix this? Chelsea most certainly didn't see him that way, did she? God, he hoped so. But, he didn't want her to say yes to Alfie. He'd wanted to ask her himself, far off from now. He figured now that the ice was broken, he'd get a feel for her mindset and go from there. Awkward. "Sorry." he muttered almost incomprehensibly.

ooc; sorry it took so long. i promise it won't take that long again. christopher and chelsea are love. <3[/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[chelsea]

Without needing help from Chelsea, young Alfie climbed up onto her machine and she took her hands off from the handlebars to let the kid rest his on there, like he was riding it and she was the passenger. Alfie told her of his hobby and she came across as impressed. She already knew that he was into motocross, which she thought was pretty badass for a kid his age but he seemed proud to tell her so she acknowledged it as something amazing. "Man, you are one cool little dude." she said, lifting her hand to high-five with him, which he replied with a smack to her palm. "I wish I was this cool at your age." she scoffed, flashing a toothy smile. She wasn't badass, she was just a pain in the ass! Well, to her mother's ass. Her father thought this kid could do no wrong. Probably because he was the exact same at her age (and even as a grown up).

Alfie had just got done telling Chelsea that Chris liked to ride bikes also and shortly followed this by asking if Chelsea would go out with him. It caught her completely off guard that she looked straight at Chris, back at Alfie and then burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself! This was definitely a first, no one's kid had ever asked them to date their father before! That'd be because she didn't date very often and she didn't know many guys with kids who were single parents. To be honest, she'd only ever had two boyfriends in the twenty six years she had been alive. And the first was actually a best friend who turned into her boyfriend, and then went back to being her best friend and were still incredibly close. The second boyfriend came with a whirlwind romance but they would often 'clash horns' too much.

And he was too flirtatious for his own good when he was intoxicated so when the news came that he'd cheated on her, Chelsea was all too ready to get rid of him. He was someone who really made her mistrust the label of love, which she had used to easily. She settled for having no-strings attached flings and friends-with-benefits. No one could hurt her and she couldn't upset a relationship with her bad attitude. Sometimes she considered herself to be un-dateable simply because of the way she was. Fiercely independent and hotheaded. Some guys couldn't handle her, some guys didn't want a girl who seemed tougher than they were and other guys wanted wife-material, something she didn't consider herself to be just yet. The funny thing was, Chelsea was something of a hopeless romantic. The idea of finding the one made the girly-girl in her squeal with delight.

We all had the fantasy of growing old with the guy who just got you and who made you feel complete without being Mr. Perfect. With plenty of fights and disagreements alongside the make-ups to match and being able maintain her independence whilst being part of a happily married couple. Wanting all of that seemed like too much, as if finding a guy like that was just too good to be true. And she considered herself to be too much of a handful for anyone who fit the profile. It was how she felt when she thought about Chris. She wanted to go for it, she really did. They instantly clicked despite being what most people would see as completely opposite and they got on so well. But she felt held back. She wasn't sure if it was insecurity in herself that was doing it. She just didn't feel like she was in his league.

Partially because he was a famous actor but also because he was wholesome and decent - in her eyes, he didn't need someone like Chelsea to fuck up his reputation. People wouldn't understand what they saw in each other (she couldn't even figure out what he saw in her) and she would feel incredibly judged. She didn't want people to judge him because of her. Chelsea was not this big troublesome sinner. She was actually a really friendly and caring girl. She just had a tendency to fly off of the handle a little... she had an aggressive nature that she tried to control to the best of her ability but sometimes she was too pissed off with a situation that the only way she knew how to handle it was to go in with "guns blazing" ...non-literally speaking! Why would he want that on his hands? If she did something stupid it would reflect badly on him. She never cared what people thought of her but she couldn't let people think badly of him.

Clearly Chelsea had a problem with jumping to conclusions and assuming them as predictions of the future because the only way she would know any of this could happen, was if she went ahead and tried for it. Was it worth the risk? She didn't know. She was out of her depth. This was girl business, she needed to consult her girls. For now, she would mask with humour and stall like a motherfucker. If she could resist those darling blue eyes. Goddamn him and his dashing good looks and irresistible charm. Just goddamn him! "Oh, uh, well I don't...know." she said and gave an awkward chuckle, speaking up again quickly. "We'll just have to see. If he's a good boy, maybe he can take me out sometime." she said and looked up at Chris. "No pressure." she told him and grinned, hoping to God that this didn't get all awkward. "Maybe if he takes us for an ice cream or something, huh Alfie?" she cooed to diffuse the situation.

And then immediatly felt like a fucking idiot. She knew she wanted to. The more that Chelsea was in his company, the more she found herself becoming more and more smitten. Why didn't she just say yes? Even to just a date. A date. Te idea of a date online made her feel weird. No one had ever taken her out on a date before. She wasn't the kind of girl you took out on dates - that was what she had convinced herself anyway.

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NOTES: <3 this was longer than I expected it to be! xD

[misfit]

[/color] he said, looking at Chelsea for a long moment before glancing at Alfie. "Ice cream can come later, right Alfie?" His son looked up at him and the little boy's eyes beamed, shining bright with uncapped enthusiasm. "Yeah!" he said, grinning broadly now. Christopher looked back at Chelsea and just focused on her for a moment, the question hanging in his eyes and his overall stance. Christopher was just as nervous as she was.


ooc; it's all of that bottled up muse talking. lol.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[chelsea]

Just when she thought she had escaped the situation, Chris threw her off by asking her out to dinner. Chelsea thought he was embarrassed about his son asking her out on his behalf because he didn't mean what the kid was saying! And instead, he did the job himself and left Chelsea speechless for a few seconds. She could feel her cheeks heating up and could only hope that it wasn't visible. What was she supposed to say to that?! Why was it even a difficult decision? Chelsea knew that she liked Chris but she knew there was more to this than simply liking someone. For a start, there was the fact that he was an well known actor. It shouldn't bother her as much as it was. And then there was her own negative thoughts of not thinking that he could handle her. Because he didn't know her well enough to be asking her out on a date. You had to give the guy a chance - a chance to see all sides of Chelsea before deciding if he really wanted to get involved.

Most guys didn't and Chelsea had grown to accept this. The guys that were most likely to want to be involved with her, were too much like her for it to work out. If they were too much like her in personality, she just clashed and fought with them all the time. At first that was fiery and passionate but after a while it got fucking annoying, stressful and exhausting. She considered herself to be difficult to date but had never really thought to get someone else's opinion. Well, that'd be useless because one boyfriend would say it was like having a physical relationship with his best friend and the other...well she'd probably punch him if she was close enough to ask and would never get the answer. Chelsea just assumed so because she knew her negative personality traits all too well. And when she thought of someone like Chris, she was the last person you'd expect him to want to go on a date with.

And you know, she was only twenty five, there were plenty of time to find the one, fall in love and live happily ever after. It wasn't like Chelsea was expecting anything to form between them, but she seemed to be acting on the what ifs. Which was stupid because no one was saying that this date meant they should start picking out wedding rings. She just hoped that she wasn't leading him on. She really liked him as a friend. Chels felt something more than that too, but the safe option was always to stay as the friend. It was what she was used to. Chelsea - the honorary bro. "Well, I..." Chelsea said, still unsure what to say. Astounding, someone had managed to silence that loudmouth? He was a keeper! "Alright, sure. Dinner sounds great." she said, smiling down at Alfie and then up at Chris. She panicked, she didn't know what to say but she didn't want to turn him down. Because she did like him. Because she didn't want to possibly make it awkward by saying no.

And because his little lad was sat there, hoping she'd say yes and she couldn't let him down! God damn these two. Alfie was like his father's secret little weapon. How could she have said no to their faces? How?! "Now," she said, clearing her throat. She felt so uncharacteristically bashful. "You'd better get off before I race off with you." she smiled, giving Alfie a little tickle. "I'm serious, take him away from me before I steal him." Chelsea cooed playfully and helped Alfie down so they could leave. "I'll follow you guys. I don't need you mowing me down again!" she said cheekily, exaggerating the incident since she was hardly ploughed into it and run over. She snorted with laughter. Oh yeah, real charming. On went the helmet and she clipped her backpack around her chest so it wouldn't slip off of her shoulders, before getting herself comfortable on her bike and started it up, waiting until their car had passed her so she could follow.

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NOTES: let me know if you wanted to carry on and I will edit! :3