A/N: Okay, I know I should be working on my other stories, but I decided to take a teeny break if you don't mind. And I just felt like saying this, so I will. In Spanish class, our teacher let us pick Spanish names for a list. I picked Yolanda because it was Harvest Moon related. Just HAD to say that. I don't own anything like food brands if I do include them and I certainly don't own Harvest Moon. Luke would swing his axe into your TV after marriage otherwise.
The setting is clichéd, but bear with me, will ya?
Vaughn and Chelsea's part, not POV~
Vaughn sat in his lonely corner of the cafeteria. Kids were surprisingly calm today. Most were chit-chatting as usual, only with lower voices than they normally would. Mark wasn't dancing on top of the boys' table either, which also greatly surprised the silver haired junior.
He stole a quick glance at the girls' table. For once Candace seemed to be happy; she was smiling as she sketched designs for dresses to be sold at Sonata Tailoring. Lanna wasn't singing her horrible ear piercing pop star songs, either. Instead she seemed to be in a deeply heated conversation with his own cousin Julia.
Someone poked him on his shoulder. Vaughn tensed for a minute, then relaxed his face and turned around. There he was met with creamy icing of- pie?
"FOOD FIGHT!" Oh, brother. Here comes Luke, ruining the peace. Why did Vaughn have to acknowledge this perfectly calm day?
Vaughn held up his black leather gloved hand to his face. He tried his best to wipe off the messy substance, finding it completely hopeless as he felt juice squirt him in the stomach. He looked up only to glare at that playboy, Rock. He intensified his glare and snatched a velvet cupcake off the table. Without any second thought, Vaughn chucked it at Rock with deadly aim, earning a cheer from what sounded like Lumina who was hiding on the other side of the cafeteria, dodging food as much as possible.
After watching students turn the cafeteria into a mad house, Vaughn made up his mind to loosen up and have a bit of fun for once. He found a tomato and scanned the crowd until he found the perfect target: Gill Hamilton. School nerd. Papa's boy, as most students referred him as.
Vaughn dodged some flying taco and got close enough to hit Gill. He threw the tomato, perfectly hitting Gill on the side of the head. Vaughn ducked swiftly under a table so he couldn't be seen by the blonde haired boy and waited for him to turn around.
Vaughn was hoping that he would see Gill's horrified face trying to find the culprit of the mess and then get him back with a lecture. Instead, Gill turned around to reveal his exceedingly amused face mischievously smirk at his girlfriend, Molly. Vaughn facepalmed. He knew he shouldn't have thrown the tomato from the side. He should've gotten Gill in the back. Vaughn sat and continued to watch the scene as Gill grabbed the ketchup bottle off the counter and squirted it at Molly, who was busy having fun rubbing icing all over that peach haired boy, Chase's, face. She squeaked in surprise and turned around to see her boyfriend grinning in triumph. She squinted her eyes lightheartedly and in revenge, chucked a hot dog at his face. Then she ran over and crushed him in a hug.
"Vaughn." a feminine voice lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Darn. How did anyone find him? He cautiously turned his face around, ready to duck if this was food. But rather he was met with Chelsea, the cute-but-annoying-happy-go-lucky-girl smiling genuinely at him.
Vaughn sighed. Would she ever leave him alone? "What do you want?" he growled.
"Food fight!" Chelsea dramatically said, and splashed (for lack of better word) a handful of very saucy spaghetti in Vaughn's face. Vaughn smirked at her as the spaghetti slid down his face and onto the floor. He crawled out of his hiding spot and gestured for Chelsea to wait there for a minute. Vaughn grabbed a small cup of jello. He thrusted the plastic cup forward, allowing only the snack to go flying, right into Chelsea's face. Vaughn couldn't help himself. He bent over laughing, clutching his stomach with one hand and wiping tears out of his eyes with the other. Chelsea gawked for a moment, surprised that he could seem so happy, and then threw a melted ice cream bar at him, totally making his face something one ought to check out sometime. Then she was met with a ball of mashed potatoes, unfortunately coated in gravy. She giggled; happy her supposed friend was having fun for once. Then she chucked a handful of salad, and got him right back.
"You're j-just ha-ha – to-too funny!" Vaughn choked out laughing as he pelted her rear end with hard boiled egg. Chelsea just smiled and played along, happy to see Vaughn enjoying himself.
A/N: I was going to add more, but then I decided to break this one up into individual chapters. I won't take requests yet, but I'll tell you when I'm ready. This was just for fun and out of inspiration. I won't update it regularly, but one day, the next chapter will come. Next two characters are…Gill and Molly! Please review!