Narwhals
Summary: "So, what's your favorite animal, Vaughn?" "Chickens. You?" "Narwhals!" "…Narwhals?"
Characters: Chelsea, Vaughn
Rating: K
I plead boredom on this story. I was listening to "Narwhals" by Weebl, and I decided to write a short one-shot about my favorite couple on Harvest Moon. Enjoy the randomness!
We were sitting at our usual table in the Diner when Chelsea popped the question.
"Vaughn, what's your favorite animal?" Gazing at the young brunette, I mulled over the question.
Carefully placing my spoon down onto the table, I softly stated "Chickens." Standing, I placed my favorite black hat on my head, grasped my girlfriend of two years' hand, and walked out of the Diner.
Beaming up at me, Chelsea swung our linked hands and commented. "That's nice, Vaughn. I should have guessed that. You seem to be a chicken-loving guy."
Raising my eyebrows at her comment, I flashed the question back at her. "Since I'm a 'chicken-loving guy', what is your favorite animal?"
Without thinking, Chelsea's trademark grin spread across her face. "Oh, that's easy!" She exclaimed, skipping slightly. "Narwhals, of course!"
"…Narwhals?" I asked, smirking at her childish behavior.
"Yeah, Narwhals!" Chelsea nearly shouted, drawing curious and irritated stares from the other people on the street. "They have this really cool horn that juts out of their forehead! But it's not a horn, it's a tooth! Isn't that AWESOME?!" She exclaimed, turning to me and laughing.
Laying my free hand over her mouth so I could get a word in, I smiled. "Yes, Chelsea, that is, as you so elegantly put it, 'awesome'. One question though. Have you actually ever seen a narwhal before?"
Rolling her eyes, she huffed. "Well, no, but I've seen pictures, and they are wicked!"
We continued talking about narwhals until we arrived at her house.
"Well, thanks for walking me home, Vaughn," she smiled softly. "It was really sweet of you to do that." And with that, she turned to walk into her house.
Before she could reach her door, however, I rashly reached out and grabbed her arm. "Chelsea, wait!"
Tilting her head, she gazed at me questioningly. "What is it, Vaughn?"
I nervously shuffled my feet, anxiety mounting. Steeling my nerves, I glanced back up at Chelsea, drew in a shaky breath, and popped the question.
Chelsea stood, shocked, and I soon wished to take back the question. Before I could take it back, Chelsea burst into tears and burrowed into my shirt, jumbled yes's tumbling out of her mouth.
On our honeymoon, we saw narwhals.
Once again, I twas bored. Well, I hope you liked this random one-shot! Read and rate, please? If you do, I'll do the same for your stories too. ^.^ Thank you!