| Max's POV. |
"What were you two doing up there?!" Chelsea screeched, after Brittany dragged a dazed Wren out of my house.
Dixon handed the control over to me, and went to rest – thinking about Wren.
"...Nothing bad..." I shrugged, and walked into the kitchen. I could hear Chelsea's heels clicking, as she followed me around. "Oh? NOTHING?! I think differently.." She said, tapping her acrylic nails on the counter beside me.
"It was nothing. If you and Brittany didn't interrupt us, we could have made it all the way.." I tease, talking the orange juice from in the fridge. I reach into the cabinet, and take out a glass.
I pour a crisp glass of the juice, and she stops me from going into the kitchen.
I groaned, "What now Chelsea?!" I growl. Chelsea crossed her small arms across her petite body. "I want you to stay away from her.." Chelsea says, with such a serious tone. "I can't get enough of that girl! How do you think I'm gonna live without my mate?! I want extra Wren, please!" I shout, almost throwing my glass at the ground.
Chelsea's rant over Wren and I come to a immediate stop. "I...well...I don't like her.." Chelsea says, fire growing behind her crystal clear blue eyes. "Well, I DO!" I shout, tightening the glass around my hand.
"YOU know what?! I don't care! Just watch when your heart gets broken!" At that point, Chelsea starts bursting with tears. Whoa...
I put the glass down, and stand by her side. She starts crying louder, and sniffing...
I put my arm around her shoulder, and guides her into the living room. We plop on the couch, and she snuggled into my side. She sniffled, and looked up into my eyes.
"Soo...you probably want to know what happened..." She says, sniffing, as she sat up. "Yeah...what happened?" I asked, softly, pulling her into me. We might fight, but we always comforted each other...
"Well...you know...Mason–" Mason...ooh...her little boyfriend. "– Well, he broke up with me...!" She starts to tear up, again, and I shush her. She murmurs something incoherent, and just laid there.
I get up, and hear her whimper with sadness. I roll my eyes, and go get the tissue and some ice cream from the fridge, and head back to a whimpering sister.
Her dark blue eyes saddened, as I came back. "Wanna watch some movies with little brother?" I asked in my little 7 year old voice, and puppy dog eyes.
She giggles, and says, "Yeah, c'mere little bro.." She pulls me into her arms.
She giggles, and I dab at her damp, moist face. "Your too pretty to cry.." I whispered, giving her a brotherly affection. She awed, "Okay. Wren is so lucky.." She opens the strawberry ice cream, and digs her extra big spoon into the bowl.
"I know.. And your guy is really lucky to have you," I say, eating her ice cream from her spoon. She laughs, and nugde me into the rib cage.
"Let's watch chick flicks.." Chelsea says, looking through the movies. I fall to the floor, and groan, "Whyyyy?!" I groan, again, while Chelsea rolls her eyes. "Okay. Okay. Danm.." I say, pulling myself into the couch.
"What we watching?" I asked, pulling my arm on Chelsea's shoulder. "The Notebook," She says, eating more ice cream. "It sucks.." I says, nonchalantly. She rolls her eyes, and keep her eyes trained on the flat screen TV.
