Chelsea sat at the desk in the living area of her apartment. On the desk, her psychology book lay open to the beginning of the chapter she was supposed to be studying. She'd been sitting like that for a good two hours now.
Four hours ago she had woken up in her room, by herself. A knot had been in her stomach ever since then.
For one hour she had just laid in bed staring at the window curtains, wondering when Eden had left.
The second hour she spent in the shower. She stood there with the water running over her body, trying to sort everything out. Her mind reeled as she thought of the past days' events. 'What has gotten into me?' She slid to a seated position as she continued to think, the knot in her stomach growing.
Finally she had climbed out of the shower, gotten dressed and sat down at her desk to 'study.' But the two hours had past without her turning a single page. Her mind fretting over everything. The knot continuing to grow.
She was startled out of her fretting when the phone rang. She dashed to the phone, stumbling over the chair and a beanbag that happened to be in the way. She strained and picked the phone up just mere seconds before the answering machine. "Hello?" she answered, gasping for hair and rubbing her shin which she had whacked on the back of her chair in her mad dash over to the phone.
"Mitsy! Hi! How are you?" Chelsea's face brightened dramatically, and she stood up.
"Oh....really?" her face drooped.
"...You aren't serious..." her face became suddenly more serious though, and she leaned against the wall for support.
"Gods, Mitsy! You know I don't want to get back into that stuff!" Her voice sounded angry, but turned more to a quiet tired sound as she continued, "I'm tired of fighting..." She ran a hand back through her hair.
"....fine...." she listened quietly to Mitsy. She blinked and listened more closely, "Ah...Mitsy...not to interrupt...but...who is that in the background? Who's with you?" She frowned, "Mitsy! I know someone is there with you...I hear a guy's voice! Who is it? Its not Schwartz is it?" She waited as Mitsy debated telling her, when she did tell her, Chelsea's jaw dropped, "KEN? Why is he up there?"
"...oh...yes...well...I guess I see...and he does need to know all of that about them I suppose..." She straightened up. "Alright...I guess I'm in...cause I'll get into this one way or another whether I want to or not. Where do you want me to meet you guys? And Is there anything else I should know?"
Chelsea scowled mildly at Mitsy's response, "You aren't going to be able to keep secrets if we're going to be a team you know."
"...fine...tell me later...now where do you want to meet?"