"Right." Cade had nearly forgotten that Chelsea was related to the Cheshire cat, though it was obvious by the color of her eyes and hair. Everyone here is related to someone famous…I feel like a peasant. Which technically, I am.
cough Willow cough
He nodded. "I do, though it hasn't even been a day since I last saw them." Cade chuckled. "Wish I could've at least told them where I was going."
“I mean I could technically bring you to them.” Chelsea muttered, taking another sip. “You love your family a lot.”
"I don't necessarily miss them, I just want them to know I'm alive. They worry a lot. At least, my mother does."
“Is your mom the type of mom that worries about you being married? My mom was, even though I was 10.”
"She is. Wait, you got married when you were ten?!"
“What no? She just always reminded me.”
Cade released a breath. "Thank god. I always hated the whole 'young marriage' concept."
Chelsea chuckled, “Same. My mom would always give me a two hour lecture about it.”
"The boys always have to marry girls that are way younger, which gets awkward."
“Oh yes. Definitely. Someone I knew had a 5 year difference.”
He shook his head, chuckling slightly at the fact that he was talking about this. "I'm glad my mom hasn't forced me to do anything yet. Hell, I've never even been on a date." Cade covered his mouth. "[s word]. Don't tell anyone I said that."
Chelsea raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Certainly not Cadey.”
"You keep your [f word] mouth shut." He growled, glaring at her.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, “I will, I will. I promise.”
"Good." He leaned back again, still eyeing her cautiously. She better not say a word…
“Did you sleep?”
"A little." He was slightly surprised by the sudden change in conversation.
“You look tired.” Chelsea said bluntly.
"I always look tired. It's called having three younger siblings."
Chelsea chuckled, then she went back to a neutral face. “I have a serisous question.”
"Go ahead."
“You don’t hate Willow, right? Because she keeps on saying that you do and it’s messing with my brain.”
(You don’t know how tempted I was to put: “Will you marry me? Just kidding.” In front.)
(oml…he would have died)
"No, I don't hate Willow. I thought she hated me."
(XD Died of…?)
“Strange.” Chelsea stated.
(XD Died of…?)
(embarrassment, probably)
"That's one way to put it."
(I have to go bye!)
(Bye bye. :<)
Chelsea nodded.