Chelsea Friar

“I could get your mom’s guitar out instead…”

“Silly me for forgetting that good ol’ N.Y. is the sun to our milk way.  How could I ever forget the gods of RENT for telling us that?”  He shakes his head in mock disappointment, a laugh soon to follow as he retaliates by pushing her with his shoulder.  “I don’t care about the genius parties.  Remember, I’m the Donnie Barnes, Regular Guy of our generation.  There’s only room for one teenage Minkus in France, though, right?  Obviously the Minkus is me.”  He pauses, a smirk on his lips as he wags his eyebrows at Chelsea.  “Or maybe I’ll ship Sebastian to France with you and go to Hawaii.”

He grows quiet for a moment, contemplating the decision that would have to be made.  Rationality is making his brain utter a thousand doubts and hesitations, but Donnie shoves it away as his gaze meets hers.  “Lets do it.”  

“You are. And as such, you are also the Regular Guy that all other Regular Guys aspire to be.” Provided that was even a thing. Oh well, it was a thing now. “And ewww. Why would you ever do that? I thought we were best friends. Friends don’t let friends hang out with your brother.” A bit harsh? Maybe. But Sebastian deserved it. He had long since made their lives more difficult than they had to be.

“It’s just one exam,” Lucas agreed. “But it sounds more like you need to get more comfortable with the whole talking in front of people thing. Maybe ask your teacher if you can come by after school so it’s just you and her? Less people to talk in front of?” he suggested.

“Orrr I can let just let the whole thing go. Pretend it never happened and hope I never have to do it again. Cause if I do? That’s the day, I take Donnie and we finally nope off to France to live out our Disneyland Paris dreams.” Oh yes. This was a thing. They had planned it all out. 

Including planning out Riley’s reaction when she freaked out after her son went missing. They figured by the time Riley ruled out kidnapping by pirates and at least ten different horrible murder scenarios, they’d have at least a two day start.

"Hmm…“ Opal circled Chelsea a little, getting a real good look at the other girl’s outfit before she passed judgement. She knew that if her dad or Aunt Bea caught her in something that short, they wouldn’t let her out of the house and it wasn’t like she would try that anyway. None of the guys in school were for her anyway. "Well I will say that it shows off your legs” Opal said as she came to stand in front of Chelsea again.

"And why do you ask? Do you two have a date? Or is it that party I’ve been hearing so much about?“ she asked curiously. Opal wasn’t really into the social scene. The parties were just never for her as they simply got way too wild for her liking. Needless to say she lived vicariously through her friends.

@half-a-huckleberry

“Legs are good.” Especially since she would also be wearing her new boots. Anything to draw attention to her stems -- providers of the minuscule amount of height that she had. Chelsea wasn’t tall. Not by a long shot. But what she did have was all leg.