Was he going to move? Well she wasnât going to move. She had been walking on this path first. In fact, she was pretty sure he had swayed onto her walking path. Which meant he should move.
Their collision was inevitable. To make it worse, Chelsea had become so focused on making him move â as if she could do so with her mind â that her boot snagged against a rock. Not only did the two collide, but they went crashing to the ground.
Chelsea caught herself, though barely, and part of her weight collapsed atop his. âAhaha, s-soââ Wait! Why was she apologizing!? ââooo what are you doing!? You should be careful!â
     Well this was annoying. Heâd been battling a head ache all day and now here he was, flat on his back with a raging one. Chase wouldnât be surprised if it fought its way up to a migraine soon, how hard he went flying to the ground. A sandal lost in the process and the other barely clinging to his foot.
     It didnât quite help that she was still on top of him either, a look of utter disappointment naturally falling over his face as he lifted his hand to point at her.
    â Me? Well, laying on the ground if that wasnât obvious enough. After all. You are on top here. Which, by the way. You should get off of me.Â
     I donât even know your name and here you are, all over me. I mean come on, I know my eyes are gorgeous and all but you did crash into me, so honestly what were you doing?? â