He liked spring. It meant the end of snow and cold, and the beginning of a season filled with flowers, lambs and calves. Although it had been his day off, he had spent nearly the entire day helping a good friend with harvesting her precious turnips.
Lying in the grass was nice, just like watching the clouds that slowly drifted by. He was just stretching his limps when his friend pointed at a big puffy cloud.
"That one looks like a fish!" Chelsea exclaimed. He looked at the cloud she pointed at.
"It looks more like a sheep to me," Vaughn commented. He looked to his right, to see her frown.
"What about that one? What does it look like to you?" she pointed at another cloud. He narrowed his eyes, trying to discover some kind of figure in it.
"Now you mention it…" he started, "It kind of looks like a sheep." He grinned when heard her slap her forehead.
"You shouldn't hurt yourself, you know?"
"It's your fault," she accused. He snickered.
"It's you who wanted my humble opinion." She decided there was no point in argueing with someone like Vaughn and continued to look at the clouds, while her stubborn friend did the same. That is, until Chelsea squealed delighted. Startled, he jumped up.
"I saw one that looked exactly like a turnip!" she enthousiastically exclaimed. He groaned, letting himself fall back on the grass.
"I've seen more than enough turnips for the rest of the year."
"Does that mean you'll help me again next year?" she snickered. He snorted.
"Hey," he poked her side, "do you see that one?" He pointed at the sky. She nodded.
"The heart-shaped one?" she asked to be certain. He shook his head.
"No. It's the sheep-shaped one." Laughing, she elbowed him.
"You jerk!" He was laughing too now.
"Come on, you thought it was funny too!" he laughed.
"I did not!"
"Then quit laughing. It makes you sound implausible," he commented smirking, while she pursed her lips.
"You suck," she dryly replied.
"I do, don't I? You know, Shea and I are secretly lovers." He couldn't hold in a laugh when he saw Chelsea's disturbed face.
"I was joking!"
"You… you pervert!"
"I'm not that bad! You should hear Denny when he's drunk," Vaughn defended himself.
"Oh, and what are you like when you're drunk?" Chelsea questioned, grinning.
"I'm too wise to get drunk."
"Or just a sucker for milk."
"Or a sucker for milk," he repeated. "Why does that sound so wrong to me?" he laughed. She just slapped her forehead again and groaned. She now knew why she should not. Ever. No matter what the circumstances are. Give Vaughn coffee.
Vaughn seems to be quite sensitive to caffeine.
I've always suspected him to have a dirty mind... Have you too?