I Could Get Use To This Chap 2
Author note: there is no Aubrey Chels daughter I’ll explain later. I don't swear and I don't like it just telling you guys that there is no swearing in my story because I don’t like swearing.
Next day
Adam: What do you mean that your break up with me? *yells*
Chelsea you’re the dumbest girl I ever met. You can’t get anyone better than me.
Meg POV: I could feel like he was going to hit Chels good thing I said I would stay with her because if I didn't she would of gotten hurt by him really badly.
Adam: You are going to regret this Chelsea you will see
Meg: Get out of here Adam
*Adam leaves*
Meg: No you are better off without him
Chels: Okay, so let’s go to England!!!
Announcer: Flight 228 to England from American Airlines is boarding now.
In England
Meg: This is a start of a new life for the both of us
Chels: Yep
At flat
Meg: So are going to go to the school that you got accepted to now that you and Adam are over?
Chels: Yep!! Let’s go explore
Meg: So where in England do you want to go?
Chels: Well we in London now so we can explore there later
Meg: So where do you want to go?
Chels: *looks at a book that has places in England* How about we go to Holmes Chapel
Meg: Ok
In Holmes Chapel
* Chelsea and Megan get Starbucks and Chelsea bumps into someone*
Chels: I am so sorry
Unknown girl: it’s okay babe it was my fault
So earlier when I told you that Aubrey who is Chelsea's daughter in really if isn't born. What I meant by that was since I got Adam and Chelsea to break up in my story Aubrey was never born. So who did Chelsea bump into? Found out in the next Chap of I Could Get Use To This. Please comment, vote, and share this story to your friends love you guys Becca<3
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FanfictionChelsea is a girl that gets abused by her boyfriend Adam who lives in South Dakota. One day they get in a trouble fight and she decides to move to England to get far away from Adam to not get hurt by him. She ends up going to college at the Universi...
