#Tom loved that costume and I hope he never sees your shitty comments

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oop just got called “disrespectful” because I didn’t like the Loki finale costume

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 4

A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags

Summary Chapter 4: Chelsea’s point of view. something goes off with Tom. Brian queen of drama. We realize how this sounds awfully weird but we swear it’ll make sense lol

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: some angst, some drama, nothing to worry lol

A/N: Here we are guys! Things get interesting in this one, so make sure you got the previous parts (you find the link into the description of this blog) and stay tuned for some more. The best is yet to come, lovelies 💖😏 As usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! Thanks again for the support, enjoy! 💗

Chelsea entered the shop covered in sweat; all the eyes were on her, especially her boss’s, who looked at her so angrily, that Chelsea thought she would have lost her job. She smiled and tried to stay as calm as possible, as she approached the cash desk, while both the costumers and her colleagues, were eyeing her from head to toe.

“Miss Parker, you’re late. May I know why?”

“I–I’m extremely sorry! I didn’t hear the alarm going off and my car didn’t want to start up this morning… please, I swear it won’t happen again!” she leaned on the surface in front of her, while her boss was tapping her fingers nervously. Chelsea practically begged her with her eyes, making the woman sigh loud.  

“Fine, but next time, I’ll fire you on the spot, are we clear?” Chelsea let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and thanked her many times, before finally walking towards Mel and Mary to start working.

“Doll! Is everything okay? It’s been a week since we’ve seen each other! What happened?” Mary’s words sounded full of concern, as she caressed Chelsea’s arm gently. Mel was standing next to her, studying the blouse Chelsea was wearing, sure it looked familiar.

“You won’t believe what happened to me last night…” Chelsea whispered, loud enough for Mel to hear.

The three girls got closer, as they pretended to fold some clothes. Mary and Mel were hanging by Chelsea’s lips. She couldn’t help but flush when she thought about Roger.

“My roommate dragged me to a pub to forget about all the situation with Tom, but I got so drunk I almost had sex with a stranger” she decided to be as vague as possible, to avoid further problems. Mel was speechless, while Mary seemed amused.

“By the look on your face, I can say it was worth it, am I wrong?” Mary teased her. Chelsea rolled her eyes and a little laugh escaped her lips.

“And why… I mean… why didn’t you…” Mel was as curious as Mary but too embarrassed to ask her that kind of questions.

Luckily, Chelsea understood what she meant. “Because he didn’t want to take advantage of me while I was so drunk I couldn’t even remember my name… and also, because I threw up on all of my clothes” Mary laughed out loud and a bunch of costumers looked in their direction, quite confused. Chelsea slapped her on her shoulder and walked away, to go help a lady who was looking for a new jacket.

The morning was proceeding, as usual, the three girls were lazily working, constantly checking the clock and wishing it was time to go home. Until, at some point, the little bell on the door rang and Tom entered the shop. Chelsea immediately recognized his voice and tried to ignore him when she heard him asking about her, but after a few seconds, he was already approaching her, with an unexpected little smile on his face.

“Hi” he whispered, leaning against her hear. Chelsea forced herself to ignore the fact that, the last person who did that was Roger. She shook her head and turned around, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Tom. I’m working, what are you doing here?” her voice could cut ice. The smile disappeared from Tom’s face and his sight fell on the ground.

“That’s the first thing that comes to your mind, after not seeing me for a week?” his tone was kind of flirty and left Chelsea confused. She sighed.

“Seriously Tom, what do you want?” she put her hands on her waist, without breaking eye contact. He smiled again, then caressed the back of his neck, nervously.

“I missed you. Look, I know what I said but this week seemed like a year to me… please, Chelsea, I take back everything I said”

“That doesn’t change the fact you said it”

As he got a step closer, instinctively, Chelsea stepped backwards.

Never in a million years she would have imagined hearing such words leaving his mouth and, even if it was terrible to admit, she felt disappointed. A part of her had hoped that he had come to break up with her, but he hadn’t and that made Chelsea feel even worse, because, at that moment, she realized she was the one who wanted to end their relationship.

Not him. Just her.

She immediately thought about Roger and a strong feeling of nausea tied her stomach.

Who was she? What was she becoming?

Before she could stop herself, the words rolled out of her lips.

“There’s someone else, Tom” she remained with her mouth wide open, she couldn’t believe she had said that out loud. And it wasn’t even the truth. Or it was?

Tom looked at her: his eyes wide open, speechless, disappointed, probably angry. He nodded, turned around and slowly walked towards the door. The tears filled Chelsea's eyes and before she could realize it she ran after him outside the shop. She grabbed his arm to block him.

“Please Tom, I didn’t mean what I said. I…”

“You what, Chel?” he got rid of her touch, with a disgusted look on his face “I knew that there’s was something different, but let me tell you, I honestly don’t accept this from you! Who even are you? I don’t recognize you anymore!” he was shouting and Chelsea felt her heart falling in her chest. She realized they were surrounded by curious eyes.

“I’m sorry Tom. I honestly thought we were broken up after the fight we had last Saturday, and when I saw you coming in this morning I was sure as hell you just came to clarify the situation”

“You know why you thought all these bullshit?” he angrily pointed his finger at her “because you’re a coward, you don’t have the courage to break up with me and you were just expecting me to do it! So you could have played the part of the victim, as usual!”

Chelsea knew he was right, but his words cut more than knives and she felt the anger growing in her chest.

“You know what, Tom? You’re right. You’re completely right. But did you ever ask yourself how hard was for me to pretend for all these months? Yes, fucking months” her voice raised more at every word “I don’t love you anymore, Tom. Not in the way I used to, at least… And that’s the truth. I’m sorry” the tears were streaming down her face. Tom’s face was red, as he breathed heavily.

He got closer and Chelsea felt a shiver of fear running in her body.

“Don’t talk to me ever again. When this new guy will break your heart, and believe me, it will happen, and very soon because nobody but me could ever stand your fucking shitty character, don’t come crying to me, because I will not be there for you” it sounded like a threat. Chelsea bit her lip and looked him straight in his eyes.

“Fuck off, Tom” she spat. He started walking away, but suddenly stopped and turned around to ask

“John doesn’t know, does he?”

He grinned when her face revealed the answer he was expecting to hear. She did not answer, and he left.

Mary ran towards her when she saw Chelsea entering the shop again, with her eyes full of tears.

“What happened?” she hugged her, but Chelsea slipped out of her arms and ran to the bathroom.

“Miss Austin, come back to work! Miss Taylor, go and tell Miss Parker to come back immediately, or I swear I will fire her in a minute!” the boss thundered from the cash desk.

Melissa nodded and started to walk fast towards the bathroom when Mary stopped her for a second. “Please be gentle with her, she’s really fragile” she looked so concerned that Melissa felt her heart skip a bit.

She nodded with a small smile, before heading to the bathroom.

When she opened the door, she found Chelsea curled up on the floor, arms around her legs and head resting on her knees. Melissa sat in front of her and sighed

“You know, the first time I saw him approaching you from behind, I knew he was a total prick” she said, getting a little snort from the girl.

“Well he can be” Chelsea lifted her head to look Mel in the eyes. Her face was red and her eyes watery, make up streaming down her cheeks.

“We actually were in love, you know?” she continued, containing a sob “I don’t know what happened but something broke between us at some point. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I’m pretty sure it’s my fault” she said as she started sobbing again.

Mel wrapped her arms around her shoulders and lulled her for a bit.

“Chelsea we’re not exactly close friends and I don’t know the background story. All I can say is that a guy who ruins your Friday nights and gets you yelled at by your boss by putting up a scene in the middle of the shop, does not deserve you blaming yourself”

They were now face to face “Look, maybe it’s better this way. Now that you have closure you can move on. And you should not feel guilty about not having feelings for him anymore. It’s sad and hurtful, but people do change and the best thing to do is move on. Don’t cling to the past. It’s not worth it. It won’t come back anyway” Chelsea could have sworn she had seen a shadow pass through Melissa’s eyes, as she put up a small smile.

“Are you always this poetic? I never noticed that before…” she chose to say “But thank you. I really appreciate it”

Melissa smiled back, and they hugged one last time.

“You sure you’re okay? Mary and I can finish your shift, if you want… I heard you had a pretty… uhm… hard night” she joked and Chelsea laughed, blushing at the reference.

“You are a dear, but I think I can handle it” she smiled gratefully.

They headed back in the shop and worked undisturbed till closure.

As she walked through the door of her apartment that evening, Mel felt exhausted. She crashed down on the couch and brought her hands to her temples. She was still a bit shaken by the whole Chelsea and Tom story, but the main thought on her head was John’s lips on her. She was ashamed of how badly she wanted him to call her and how badly she craved for his lips. She blushed, knowing that nobody could hear her thoughts, and it was probably better that way because her imagination was running pretty wildly.

She laid back for a good half hour, smiling by herself like an idiot and feeling a heat spreading around her body when John’s face popped up in her head. The sound of keys in the socket and voices in the corridor startled her and her smile vanished. Brian and Roger entered the apartment talking loudly before realizing the girl was laying on the couch, hands covering her ears and a disapproving look on her face.

“Sorry, sis… what happened to you?” Roger asked curiously.

“Oh nothing, just a rough day” she replied “I’ll take a shower if you guys don’t mind preparing dinner”

“Don’t mind at all, love” Brian said, rubbing his hand on her shoulder when she passed by him.

“So you were saying you think you know him?” Roger asked Brian when the bathroom door closed.

“Yeah mate, I’m sure I’ve met this guy before, but I can’t remember where…”

“He’s pretty good, though, don’t you think?”

“He’s the best one so far, Rog… please don’t do anything to scare him off”

“Why is it always my fault? And when did I ever scare one of them away? If they were shit at playing bass it’s not my fault…”

“Just saying, please be good”

“Alright, I’ll be good” Roger mocked him.

Suddenly the phone rang and Brian reached for it, while Roger went into his room, closing the door.

“Hello?”

“Hi-” the voice on the other side hesitated “is Melissa there?”

Brian was confused “Not at the moment,” he said hesitantly “who’s this?”

“Uhm… I’m a… ehr… friend”

“John? Is that you?” and all of a sudden, everything was clear. Brian knew exactly where he had seen the guy they had just auditioned to be their new bassist.

“Uhm, yes…”

“It’s Brian, from Smile?”

John on the other end of the phone face-palmed. Of course. He had finally decided to call Melissa and who should have answered the phone if not her brother.

“Oh, hi Brian. Sorry, I didn’t recognize your voice” he laughed a little “Could you… ehr… could you please tell Melissa to give me a call?” and he spelled down his number.

Brian could already see her face light up at the news, but he could also picture Roger’s reaction when he would find out their new bassist wanted to shag his little sister. He had the chance to protect the band from useless drama, but what was more important, he could avoid a huge fight between the Taylor siblings. And he knew how those went down. Not a pretty sight.

He didn’t think twice before answering “Sure, mate. See you on Monday at rehearsal” and put down the phone.

He began to wonder whether he had done the right thing, not writing down John’s number, when Mel came out of the bathroom asking who was on the phone.

Brian smiled “They must have had the wrong number”.

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