A/N: Finally, eh? Anyways, I made up a name for Chelsea's mom since I'm convinced she doesn't have one.

Chelsea quickly took a seat on the black leather couch, the furthest seat away from where her mother stood. A huge part of her refused to accept what she was seeing as the truth, but deep down she knew that her mother was really standing there, awkwardly in her living room. But why?

"What do you think you're doing here, Michelle?" Jenny asked aggressively. She hadn't spoken to her sister since the day that Chelsea had moved in. She begged her to change her mind. All Michelle said was that there was no place in her home for people like Chelsea. Jenny, with good reason, had been too disgusted to talk to her ever since.

Michelle threw her ands up in the air before taking small slow steps toward the couch. "Please, Jennifer," she stopped and looked at her daughter who trembled as she sat there. "I just want to talk to her."

Jenny turned around to see if it was what her niece wanted. After a moment of thought, Chelsea nodded and with that, Jenny left the room, making sure to give her sister a harsh warning stare.

"I'll be in the next room, Chelsea, if you need me."

For a moment, the silence seemed to have the strength of bulletproof glass, but Michelle was determined to break it.

"You're looking well, Honey."

Chelsea didn't say anything back.

Risking feeling even more uncomfortable, Jenny asked "So, has school been? Getting any star roles in the drama club?" She let out a nervous laugh.

Chelsea rolled her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore. "What are you doing, Michelle?"

This stopped her laughter.

"What did you call me? Chelsea, I am your mother. Don't think that you can just…"

"Oh, don't give me that mother crap!" Chelsea stood up as her voice exploded through the room, causing her mother to jump. "You disowned me. You acted as if I never existed and now you come here telling me that you're my mother?" She breathed deeply in and out as her face turned red with anger. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails left dents in her palms.

"Chelsea, listen to me. What your father and I did to you was terrible. I know that. I wasn't there for you at a time where you really needed me, but…"

"Yeah no kidding," she interrupted. "You weren't there at all. Not when you found out about me and Raven. Not when she dumped me. God, did you even come visit me in the hospital?" She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked directly into her mothers eyes.

"I did," Michelle replied. "Word got around quick that you had been hit and I visited you as soon and as often as I could."

"Oh really?" Chelsea asked sarcastically.

"It's true. It was hard, you know, because of your father. He didn't want me to go, but I knew that you needed me."

"Well you were wrong. I didn't need you then and I don't need you now," Chelsea said.

Tears were getting ready to fall from Michelle's eyes as she spoke. "I know you must hate me."

"You've got that right!"

Michelle stood up and walked to the front door. She wished that she could wrap her arms around her daughter, but knew that it wasn't the best time and she would only be rejected.

"I hope you work things out with Raven. I really do want what's best for you. I love you." That was all she said before walking out of the house.

Jenny quickly reappeared. She said something to Chelsea, but she didn't hear. She was still trying to take in the last words of her mother.

As Chelsea stood at the front door watching her mother slowly walk away, she suppressed a smile. She wanted to remain angry at her, though she liked what she said. It was something she needed to hear.

"Huh?" Chelsea asked after feeling her aunt tapping on her shoulder.

"I asked you if you were ok," Jenny said.

"Yeah, I guess. I don't know. I don't really want to talk about it." Chelsea shut the door before pushing past her aunt. She just wanted to lie down in her bed and think.

Just then, the phone rang.

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With a groan, Raven threw the teen magazine that she was reading across her room. By an inch, it missed the garbage bin. She had mindlessly flipped through the book a few times in an attempt to get her mind off of Chelsea. She knew that it would never work, but thought it was worth a shot.

"What now?" she asked after she heard the magazine hit the floor. Raven got out of her bed in search of something else to keep her busy. She sluggishly made her way down to the living room hoping that she might be able to find a movie that looked good to her.

She grabbed a stack of movies and began to go through them, tossing aside the ones she didn't like.

"Crappy. Crappy. Worse than crappy." Raven sighed as her movie search came to an abrupt halt. After she put the movies back in their right spot, she decided to just sit and what TV for a while.

After a few minutes of channel surfing, she finally stopped on a teen drama. It was overdramatic, but she felt drawn to it.

'Chelsea loved this show,' she thought to herself. Raven tilled her head back on the couch and closed her eyes to lock in her tears.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and her eyes shot open.

Raven quickly wiped her eyes and walked towards the door. "Someone always forgets their keys," she said annoyed.

Raven's breath got caught in her throat when she saw the auburn-haired boy standing at her door.

"Scott? What are you doing here?" she asked him

He swiftly shoved his hands in his pockets to cover up the fact that they were shaking. Scott knew that he wasn't on speaking terms with Raven since the night at his house and he deserved it.

"Hey, Raven. I…I just wanted to talk to you about something," he said nervously.

Raven didn't really care to listen to anything this boy had to say to him. Not after what he did to Chelsea. She rolled her eyes and started to close the door. Scott quickly freed a hand from his pocket and stopped her.

"Please just hear me out. It's really important. It…it's about prom."

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"Isn't it a little late to be out?" Chelsea asked Rachel. She had just gotten out of bed to answer the door.

"Yeah, I know it is. I'm sorry." Rachel stepped inside the house.

"Rachel, come in," Chelsea said as if she had a choice in the matter. She closed the door. "So what brings you here?"

"Well, as you know, prom is coming up soon."

There was a long pause. Rachel awkwardly started playing with her keychain, letting the clanking noise fill the room.

"So?" Chelsea finally asked.

Rachel wanted nothing more than to just get it over with. She hoped now more than ever that her plan would work. Chelsea was much more fun to be around when she was with Raven.

"So go with me," she spit out.

"What?" This came out of nowhere to Chelsea. For a moment, she thought that Rachel was there to try and convince her to go with Raven.

"Look, you don't have a date. I don't have a date. Let's go together. It'll be awesome," Rachel said, trying her best to convince her.

"I can't," Chelsea told her.

"What? Why not?"

"Because I'm already going with someone," she explained.

Rachel's eyes opened in shock. "With who?"

"A few hours ago, I got a phone call…from Justin."