Author's Note- Sorry, sorry, sorry. This has been one of the most hectic weeks of my life and I have not had a chance to update like every second day or whatever. Sorry, sorry, sorry!:-)

Buffangel-1989 – Thanks for your concern, but as I've said before, the idea for this fan fiction came from a dream I had and well, in my mind the Chelsea/Seth pairing was never going to happen in this story, he is going to have a more friend/big brother relationship with Chelsea so don't worry. I haven't read your story and I don't want to in case I develop ideas that are similar to yours, so whatever I write it is not an attempt to be like you.

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Chapter 6

Smiling

"Bye, Marissa, bye Anna, bye Summer." I said, waving and smiling. I turned around abruptly and crashed into the large body behind me. It was Clayton. He was about 8 inches taller than me but somehow I had knocked him to the ground with me and I was suggestively sprawled on top of his chest. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

I could see a slight blush in his cheeks, but he smiled, at least that was good. I quickly pushed myself off his body and helped him up.

"I am soo, sorry. Please forgive me, it was a total acciden..."

"It's fine, you definitely move fast."

"Umm, I think I'm supposed to say thanks now or something, if that was meant to be a compliment."

He chuckled and his smile was so sweet. The way he grinned, it melted my heart there and then. He sensed me staring at his lips. Oh God, how much I wanted to kiss those adorable lips of his.

"Anyways, I better be off. See you around Chelsea Atwood."

I closed the door and burst out into a big grin. He said my name! My name sounds so nice coming from his lips.

I started walking back to where was new family was. I had a perpetual smile on my face when I entered the living room.

"What are you so happy about Chelsea?" Ryan smirked at me and giggled to himself.

"Haha man, you just giggled." Seth said. "Now I'm not the most feminine of us two anymore."

"Yes, he's always been hiding his feminine side, hey Ry-anne."

Ryan stood there defeated and I just smiled.

"Ok, you win, but don't think that I won't remember that smile."

"What's so wrong about smiling?" I asked sweetly.

"Oh, you know, I know what 'that' smile means."

"What does it mean, what does it mean!?" Seth chimed in.

"It means that it is now time to get to know the family Seth."

"Not that mother, what does the smile Chelsea has mean."

"Shut Up Seth!" they all said in unison except for me.

I started laughing. "How do you guys do that?" I said when Sandy started leaving the room.

"So, Chelsea, tell us about yourself." Sandy asked as he walked into the room again, this time bearing a bowl of potato chips.

"Well, I am 15 years old, Ryan is my brother, I grew up in Chino and have always wanted to go to Connecticut. I ride the trolleys in supermarkets, I make my own clothes, I dye my hair weird colours whish usually outcasts me, I am myself and no one else, I play the piano, guitar and bass, I also sing. If you want to find me I'll probably either be in these three locations, school, my room or church."

"Wow, that was a good description."

They all looked at me weirdly. "Oh and I forgot, I'm nice, I'm fun and tell me now if you hate me before I get attached and THEN you kick me out for being not what you expected."

"You come on pretty headstrong, but Chelsea, don't worry about being kicked out, because we were going to let you stay whatever your personality was. And, we like you, we like you a lot, and we can't wait for you to become accustomed to us all." Kirsten added.

I smiled. And smiled, and I just kept on smiling. I've never felt the feeling of being wanted, or loved. Maybe I have but I just missed it, but what I was feeling now, this tingling inside me, whether it being wanted or being loved. I liked it, I really liked it.

CLAYTON

Chelsea Atwood, Chelsea Atwood, Chelsea Atwood. That name just kept flooding my mind with the image of that pretty, that beautiful image of perfection that I had stupidly ignored all night.

I hope she didn't think that I didn't like her and that was why I didn't talk to her. I do, oh how much I do like her.

Damn this. How come I was such an asshole to her? I just couldn't help it. Why would she ever like me anyways, I'm her brother's friend, and I'm sure that there'll be better looking guys in her grade anyways.

I bet she'll become popular, unlike all my friends and I who were all outcasted for some reason or another. She'll become popular, and have all the athletic guys mill around her. She'll probably then develop an 'easy' reputation. Even if she wasn't, like Summer did in her period of time as Miss Popular.

And then definitely she won't see me. She'll just see the reason I'm an outcast.

But maybe she won't, why don't I have any faith in girls? Because duh, you go to Harbor, and all the girls there are too snobby spending there Daddy's money from his overpaid job.

I picked up my guitar and started strumming a G chord. I'm just this tall guy waiting for a record deal with his friend's sister on his mind, cause she is the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes on. But I can't ever have her. She'll soon become one of them.