EDIT: While getting over some writers' block, I decided it would be nice to see some editing. Enjoy the revision and any added description! None of the story line has been changed. The major change you will notice is that now everything is in third person and doesn't change every two seconds.

Vaughn sighed as loudly as possible to keep himself from screaming. He was worried that if he didn't calm down, bipolar-ness would overtake him. Mirabelle and Julia would never have let Vaughn stay if he became so aggressive.

Why was Vaughn, the stony faced young adult, so irritated in the first place?

Julia had told him this place was extremely cheerful and bright, two things Vaughn despised more than anything. The name made steam come out of his ears, Sunshine Islands. Why couldn't something be plain and gloomy for once? Did every single thing on the face of the earth have to be jolly and goody-goody?

Mirabelle had mentioned that he could stay at her place on Mondays and Tuesdays. The rest of the week Vaughn would go back to the stinky city- by ship, that is. Maybe a little country life would have given him some peace and quiet. There were only so many people residing there, anyway. A few businesses, such as Mirabelle's animal shop, a general store, a shipping business, a café, diner, and a carpenter. There was also a ranch. Some friend of Julia's named Chelsea he had heard had taken over the junkyard of a farm. Judging by the few but very long conversations Vaughn had on the phone with Julia, Chelsea was a happy-go-lucky girl. She sounded almost too friendly and cheerful. Julia said that he should become her friend, since she liked animals. Yeah, (snort) right. Not on your life, Vaughn thought.

He was an animal dealer, which was why Julia mentioned that Chelsea liked animals. That Chelsea girl had worked at an animal farm before coming here to these weird islands. Now Julia definitely would want to play match-maker. Vaughn wasn't in for a good treat after all.

XXX…XXX

"Phew! All finished!" Chelsea said cheerfully in satisfaction as she watered the last plot of land. The brown haired, blue eyed rancher hated crops more than anything. Chelsea hated what she had decided to grow this fall, and just the thought of it made her want to puke.

Chelsea could not stand carrots one single bit. That was a reason why she rarely wore the color orange, (minus the orange overcoat) or ever even got a pet rabbit. Eating carrots was impossible for her to do, no matter what form it had come in. Thank goodness the carrot crop in other farms had usually failed, so when she lived in the city, she never really had to eat them. It was funny to Chelsea how people like a lot of things very much, but they despised one object that existed on the face of the earth. She'd probably never understand those things in life.

"Chelsea! I need you to meet someone!" It was Julia, as usual.

"Who?" Chelsea asked out of curiosity. The girl did like meeting new friends that was for sure. She thrived on company from other people.

"He's at the shop. Come on," said Julia, and she began to drag poor Chelsea to the animal shop. The rancher dug her feet deeply into the soft farm ground in resistance.

"Wait, wait. Let me at least tame my hair a bit," she said, resisting Julia's strong tug.

"Ooooh, so you're already interested, huh?" she asked, with a playful smirk on her face.

Chelsea blushed madly. "No, but I look like I haven't taken a shower in a hundred years. Just give me five minutes. That's all I need. Five little minutes."

"Fine, fine. Not that Vaughn really talks anyway." Julia muttered.

"What's his name?" Chelsea asked.

"Vaughn," Julia answered. "Now hurry up and get ready. He agreed to wait, you know."

Chelsea ran into the house to straighten up a little. She wondered what Vaughn looked liked, combing her hair wildly. Finally she put her signature red bandanna on, not wanting it to get muddy in the field. Is he nice? Does he hate carrots? Does he like animals? Is he good looking? Chelsea thought, hoping certain answers for certain questions.

She walked back outside after messing with her fussy hair and changing into cleaner clothes. Julia looked relieved that Chelsea wasn't dressed up too well.

"Let's go!" she said, and dragged her to the shop.

XXX…XXX

Vaughn tried waiting for Julia to come. That girl was bound to take a while. In the meantime, Vaughn decided, he would pop out a good book and read peacefully. Just as he was getting settled though, Julia walked in smiling widely with another girl about her age.

She had sapphire eyes that had nothing but cheerfulness in them. Ugh. She also had long, straight, chestnut hair that was tamed with a red bandanna on her head. Her skin was fair, and looked smooth from my position. The girl was at medium height and kind of skinny. Vaughn wondered if she was strong from all the ranch work.

"Vaughn, this is Chelsea, our local rancher. Chelsea, this is my cousin Vaughn. He's an animal dealer and helps out here on Mondays and Tuesdays. The rest of the week he works in the city."

"It's nice to meet you," said Chelsea in a very friendly tone. She smiled at Vaughn politely.

The grumpy cowboy only grunted in response as she shook his hand vigorously.

"Can I do a mini interview?" Chelsea asked timidly, stuttering and sounding like Vaughn would kill her if she said another word. He guessed the previous response scared her.

"Only a few questions," Vaughn grumbled. He hated talking more than anything.

"Okay thanks. First, do you hate carrots?"

That got his attention, and pretty well at that. He hated carrots almost as much as he hated talking, and twice as much as Julia hated fish. Did this girl know him from anywhere?

"Do you know me?" Vaughn asked, suspicion rising steadily in his deep voice. He gave her a direct stare and tapped a pointy caramel colored boot on the oak wood floor, which creaked noisily.

"No, I just hate carrots," she replied sheepishly.

"Looks like you two got something in common!" Julia squealed like a fangirl. Vaughn growled at her, making the matchmaker girl shut up almost instantly. Luckily his hat covered the light pink color on his face.

"Back to the topic," said Chelsea. "I despise carrots the most of all things. Carrots should DIE."

Wow, she felt the same way about the horrid vegetable, huh? Vaughn thought curiously.

"I can't stand them either," he said in disgust, wiping a small bead of sweat off of his forehead.

"Good. Only one more question. Do you like animals?" Chelsea asked, being very serious.

"I'm an animal dealer. Of course I like animals," Vaughn muttered. This was getting annoying, how Chelsea already seemed to know him like that back of her hand.

"Then I've decided I like you Vaughn," Chelsea declared, sureness in her voice.

Vaughn's face might have as well just lit up on fire.

"I-I m-mean, a-as a f-friend!" Chelsea said quickly, blushing madly. Vaughn just had to admit, it was sort of cute how her pretty eyes were wide open and how she had a hand held up to cover her mouth. Fortunately he could just simply pull down his hat to cover the red face…

Wait a minute, where was his hat? Vaughn heard a chuckle, and then groaned in frustration.

"Time we see a bit of emotion in you Vaughn. Look at your face!" Julia said, trying hard but failing not to laugh. Chelsea just stared in awe. With a chuckle, the hat stealer laid the hat back on Vaughn's head.

"Sooo… what now?" asked the awkward-statement-stater, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had filled the room.

"I'd like to warn you that my cousin Vaughn is like a cookie," Julia cooed.

"You dare use that simile again or I'll-" Vaughn fumed.

"Vaughn, shut up or you show off your hair again," Julia threatened, and that shut him up.

"As I was saying, Vaughn is like a cookie. Tough on the outside, but warm, soft, and sensitive on the inside." said Julia, enjoying the cowboy's embarrassment.

"So if you want to go for him, all I can say is good luck!" said Julia. She really was starting to be a pain in the neck and he had only been here for so long.

"Well, I should go. Thanks for answering my questions, Vaughn. Bye and good luck with Julia!" Chelsea called as she headed out the door.

"It looks like you have something for her," chirped the oh, so annoying Julia.

"Shut up or you'll see the worst of me."

"Fine, fine, enjoy wooing her!" Julia danced out the door.

"Grrr…"

Later on, Vaughn went to peek at Chelsea's farm. He crossed the bridge, hoping she wouldn't see him. But when Vaughn got there, she wasn't in sight. The slightly disappointed man shrugged and turned to leave when something caught his attention.

A sweet voice was coming from somewhere by the barn. He could hear a melodic tune, which forced him to head towards that barn.

"Hush little baby don't you cry."

Vaughn peeked through a cracked window. There, crossed legged on the floor, was Chelsea, singing to her animals. They seemed to have gathered around her to hear the voice sweeter than honey. A newborn lamb was in her lap, sleeping blissfully. A sheep that must've been its mother, nuzzled into Chelsea's shoulder. A cow didn't seem to mind her as she leaned back on it. Chelsea's eyes were closed peacefully. She seemed to have stopped singing as she fell asleep. Vaughn literally almost started to drool at the sight. Too bad he didn't notice that the door was slightly open. He backed up into it, making it open all the way in and landed on the floor with a loud THUD!

And Chelsea's eyes were open in an instant.