Confessing to Her (And other Olympic-level Feats)

Chapter 3

"H-Huh?!" Chelsea flinched. "I- Wh- but why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? I wanna help you." Olivia said.

"I- I understand but- I don't... I don't need help with anything. I'm fine with just helping you."

"Well I'm not," Olivia pouted. "I wanna help you with something, too!"

"I really don't...have anything... I want help with..."

"Oh... Aw, okay," Olivia said with a sigh. "Let me know if you do, okay?" Seeing her frowning face made Chelsea sigh herself. The thought of seeing her sad like that...

"I may... have something..." Chelsea said in a defeated tone. 

"Really!?" Olivia beamed so quickly it was a wonder that she looked sad a moment ago. While she was happy to see she cheered up, Chelsea was hit with another immediate issue:

She really didn't have anything to ask for help for.

Why would she? She never liked asking for help. Doing that made her feel...worthless. Feeling like she wouldn't have been able to do a task without someone's help made her feel insecure and bad- to the point of pushing herself to not ask out of stubbornness. 

What could she do, though? She threw herself into a wall so haphazardly that she was suffering from mental-whiplash. She couldn't just drop the subject, it would get Olivia sad again.

"I-... uh," Chelsea mumbled. "I mean- uh... I..." She scavenged the inner machinations of her mind like a frantic student in front of a teacher trying to find a take-home test they swore they put in their backpack.
Then, it dawned on her, like a savior descending from the sky bestowing knowledge that can get her out of the situation. 

"I-..I play the piano...a-and can sing... L-least I'm told I can. M-maybe you can listen to me play..." Her heart's palpitations made her chest feel tight.

"You can sing!? Oh my GOD!" Chelsea tensed up from startlement. "That's amazing! Holy- that's so cool! You're like a musician or something! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"I-... you never asked.."

"I'm so glad I did!" Olivia shouted. "My god- forget what I'm doing!" She tossed the volleyball aside and walked up to her. "I wanna hear you play and sing now!"

"But I-"

"C'mon, please?" She said, clasping her hands together. "Pleeaaaase? Please, please?" Chelsea looked away as a dash of red decorated her cheeks. "Pleeeeeeeease?" 

It really was like dealing with a puppy dog when she started begging like this. But just like her own puppy at her own house, Chelsea always, always caves in.

 And it was exactly what she did here.

"YAAAAAAY!" Olivia swooped and hugged Chelsea tightly. She was taken off guard by the girl's sudden embrace but was extremely happy about it nonetheless. She couldn't help but smile back at the eccentric yet thrilled blonde. Olivia soon pulled away and then grabbed her wrist. "C'mon, let's go!" She said, dragging her away. Chelsea didn't have the word to begin to explain her astonishment of Olivia's excitement. She hadn't imagined she'd be this...well, animated. She expected her to be a lot different at first glance, a tough girl, maybe? Definitely not this.

Most of all... her hand was on her arm. While Chelsea stumbled to keep up with her crush, there was only one word that came to her mind to describe the feeling on her wrist. 

Unexpectedly warm. It was nice. 

Though, while it was nice, her mind turned back on for a fraction of a second as she realized something. It was unlikely, but for some reason, Chelsea felt as though Olivia may not have known where to find a music room.