Sorry, I started the new chapter, but I think I forgot to save it and I couldn't find it, so I had to restart.
Chapter 37
Bottom's Up
"Chelsea, stop raining," Shea said. I lifted my head out of the pillow to stare at him, the tears carelessly falling from my swollen blue eyes.
"What Shea?"
"Stop raining. Rain come from blue sky. Chelsea eyes blue and rain come from it. Shea don't like seeing rain come from Chelsea's eyes. Shea like rain. Not from Chelsea's eyes," he said.
"Shea, I'm crying," I said.
"Crying? Heard word from Wada. Wada say I cry before," he said.
"Everyone cries once in a while, even the people who may not show any emotion," I said slowly. Thinking of people with no emotion made me think of Vaughn. A fresh new wave of tears came and I slammed my head back into the pillow. Shea came over and put his hand on my back.
It's been about two weeks since Vaughn broke up with me and I haven't left my house since. I've been pretty productive. When I woke up, I watched TV and cried for a good part of the day, then fell asleep. Shea has been my right hand man. Ever since we left the hospital, he's been by my side. It was whether I needed help in and out of the shower (a stupid accident which happened when a 2x4 falls on your leg, resulting in popping out of socket having to limp around with a cane), getting me more tissues, or even getting me snacks from Chen's. The native boy also closed up. When I say this, I mean when someone came over, he acted like he didn't know them and got all protective except when it was Gannon.
Don't get me wrong. Shea isn't the only member of the Chelsea committee. Julia was on the phone with Vaughn for four hours nagging at him. I told her not to get involved, but the blonde had her mind set and she wouldn't listen to anybody else. Though, she had done all this when she had the time. Now a day, she spends her time watching after Rosa since Lanna has been losing stamina quickly.
The one person who hasn't visited me yet was Denny and Shea might be especially hostile towards him since he doesn't really like him. It was an accident between the two that Shea hasn't forgiven Denny for. Well, now that I think of it, it wasn't really an accident since Denny said the smart aleck comment. I guess it does make sense for Shea to not really like him.
"Chelsea, can you open the door?" It was Mark's voice. Do to the fact that I was in the middle of my mental grief, I didn't want anybody here.
"Should Shea open door?" Shea was already up and was waiting for a command.
"No Shea," I said. The door opened and I thought he opened the door, but I realized Shea was still next to me. I lifted my head from my pillow to see Denny and Mark. Shea reacted hostile towards Denny, pulling out his spear and pointing it at Denny while Mark looked amused by this action.
"H-hi Shea," Denny said. Shea narrowed his big puppy dog eyes at the fisherman.
"Hello Shea," Mark said and Shea smiled.
"Hi Mark," Shea said but he went back to glaring at Denny. I sat up in bed and looked at the two confused.
"How did you get in my house?" Denny glanced at me pleadingly then back at the sharp spear threatening to make him into a shish kabob.
"Remember you gave me a key to your house? I expected you wouldn't want to open the door, so I brought it along when I went to go pick up Mark," he said. Mark side stepped and came to sit on the bed.
"You okay?" That's the one comment I've been getting since I've came back from the island. I might Facebook saying that I hate that comment.
"Yeah, all I did was just get my heart smashed by the man I love. No big," I said. Mark gave me a disapproving look.
"You sarcasm is not appreciated," he said as I sighed.
"Yeah, I'm sorry Mark. I didn't mean to take my angst and anger out on you," I said. He smiled and set a bottle of wine on the table.
"No prob. I brought you some wine to make you feel better." I gestured over to the six wine bottles next to my fridge.
"Does alcohol solve problems or something? I've gotten six of these already!" Mark laughed and brought out a corkscrew from his rucksack.
"Sometimes it's good to drink alcohol," he said grabbing the bottle, placing the corkscrew and turning. "Got any wine glasses?" I pointed to the cupboard above the fridge and he went to go get them.
"Anybody care about me? Just a guy trying not to be skewered," Denny said. I just remembered my "attack dog" was still in his stance.
"You can let him go Shea. I know you don't like him, but give him a chance," I said. Shea had straightened up when I said "let him go", and placed his spear back in his sash. He had taken off the jacket I bought him in the city. It was funny when I had to explain to him what it was, but besides, he needed a jacket because of the fall, crisp air.
Denny breathed a sigh of relief when Shea let him go. He crawled over to the couch and laid down his stomach. I thought he was going to stay like that until he left, but he jumped up into a seating position. Shea was startled by his actions, but recovered in the blink of an eye.
"Denny, why'd you jump up?" Mark said coming back with the glasses. He set three on my table and poured the wine into the glasses. After he did that, he smelled it and smiled absentmindedly.
"Ah, wine is for losers," –Denny pulled out a two black bottles-"beer and whiskey is for real chumps!"
"Well, were actually here to invite you to Luke's later tonight. Everybody's going to be there," Mark said. Shea came up to the glasses and took one and sniffed.
"Shea allowed drink?"
"Um Chels, how old is Shea?"
"When I first met him, he said he was nineteen and his birthday passed in winter, plus its fall and it's almost winter, so he's twenty, almost twenty-one," I said. Before anyone can stop him, Shea took a long drink of the wine.
"No Shea!" He put down the glass and looked at me dazed.
"Um Shea, how do you feel?" Shea looked at his hands.
"Shea good," he said. I got out of bed (with the help of Mark), grabbed my cane, and directed him to the couch just in case he got the after effects of chugging down wine. Another thing I regret is letting him drink wine. Denny had moved to my cabinet above my fridge and brought out my shot glasses.
"You never answered my question, Chels," Mark said. I grabbed a wine glass and took a sip. Goooood.
"First, what year is this wine? Second, I don't know. Will Vaughn be there?" Call me pathetic, but I had gotten over saying Vaughn's name without bursting into tears. Now I didn't say I could think of him without crying.
"The wine is over twenty years; I stole it from my parents wine cabinet. Plus, I don't know if he'll be there. Julia said that he left for the city last week, but he could be back," Mark said grabbing a glass. Denny came back with the shot glasses and placed them on the table.
"Enough bitch drinks. Let's get out the man drinks! Oh and what happened to your leg?" He poured the whiskey into the glasses. I wasn't sure whether to drink this because I can barely handle wine do to my low alcohol tolerance.
"Denny, don't you remember? Chelsea has a low alcohol tolerance. Do you think it's wise to give her whiskey?" Denny took his shot and nodded.
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea," he said. Mark took a glass and drank. I didn't know Mark was a liquor fan.
"Can you please come to Luke's tonight?" Denny had bottled his beer and liquor and Shea has fallen asleep. Mark had taken of his jacket and his hat.
"I might. What time is everyone meeting up?" I had put on my robe because it gets cold when you wear a tank top and shorts.
"Were going at eight. Please come because everyone misses you," Mark said.
"Okay, I'll go," I said. Mark hugged me tightly and I smiled.
"Great. We'll see you there!" The pair left and I hobbled over to the door to close it. I then caned over to Shea to wake him up. All it took was a gentle shake before he jumped up.
"Shea?" His eyes landed on me and smiled like a child.
"Chelsea? You help?"
"No, I don't need any help. Do you want to go to the diner?" Shea titled his head to the side.
"Diner? What that?"
"It's like a restaurant," I said. He looked even more confused.
"Um it's a place where you eat." Shea looked happy.
"Shea like eat."
"Do you want to take a shower?"
"What that?"
"It's when water comes from a pipe onto you, washing you," I said.
"Shea wash under waterfall with sweet smelling berries." I hobbled over to Shea and directed him to the shower. I turned on the water and checked it.
"Now, you just take off your clothes and get in. Use the green stuff to wash your body and the blue for your hair," I said leaving the bathroom. I went to my closet to get some clothes.
"Looks like I'm going out."