Chelsea Winter, a rich young lady living in a huge mansion with her parents, never thought for her sixteenth birthday she'd be inheriting a farm from her nineteen year old brother Charles. Charles had been force into a prearranged marriage with a rich eighteen year old female. Well it wasn't all bad for Charles he knew the girl well from when they were young, best of friends. So it should be easy for Charles to settle into his new home, leaving Chelsea his only sibling to take over his farm for him. Thankfully she would be spared the agony of an arranged marriage if she went to live on the farm. Yet, Chelsea still wasn't all too enthralled by the idea, she was used to getting everything she wanted on a silver platter, most would called her spoiled, that is far from the truth. Chelsea really hated getting spoiled and her parents showering her with expensive gifts every time her birthday rolled around. This year it was different, this year her parents didn't bother to get her anything, saying Charles would take care of it, Chelsea hadn't been expecting this, though. A farm? She knew nothing about farming for the lord's sake! Little did Chelsea know that going to this farm on distant islands would change her life forever.
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Vaughn sat down on a wooden box, wiping his forehead, swiping at the beads of sweat that trickled down it. He let out a tired sigh, work had taken longer than expected, a horse had escaped through a busted fence plank and Vaughn had to take it upon himself to fix the fence and then go after the frightened horse. He blamed Mark for the spooked horse, after all Mark had been the one to call his name loudly, Vaughn never learned what Mark had wanted to say or if he was just saying hello, frankly Vaughn could care less.
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"Well look at Mr. No smile frowns-a-lot!"
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Vaughn was pulled out of his agitated thoughts by Julia, he glared at her. "I can smile, I just choose not to, Julia, honestly what is with every one trying to get me to smile lately? Look it ain't going happen." He grumbled crossing his arms still staring at Julia's cheerful face.
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"Why are we trying to get you to smile?" Julia said thoughtfully and placed her index finger underneath her chin, tilting her head a little to the right and her tongue stuck out over so slightly as if she was deep in thought but her pondering expression switched within a flash as she straightened up and giggled. "Because Vaughn, most of us are your friends and we don't want to feel like a grump all the time!" Julia announced clapping her hands together and giving Vaughn a teasing stare.
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"What if I want to feel like a grump?" Vaughn huffed out his piercing gaze seemed like daggers, he pulled his hat down over his face so he wouldn't have to look at Julia's peppy expression anymore. Vaughn figure if he didn't see Julia or if he ignored her, or both at the same time that she'd go away. Unfortunately this wasn't the case for the grumpy eighteen year old as he felt himself being pushed off of the box and plummeting into the haystack next to the box. "ARGH!" He growled out as he flailed around in the hay trying to get out of the stack before the hay swallowed him. He heard the merry laughter of Julia and he clenched his fists and teeth as he realized Julia was laughing at his discomfort. "I swear to-ack.." Vaughn spat out some hay as it got into his mouth and then continued on his small tantrum. "I swear to my hat one of these days Julia! One of these days I'll get you back for this!" He continued his desperate attempts to free himself, unluckily for him the haystack was just too massive for him to pry himself out of and shamefully Vaughn was pulled out by Julia who seemed to disregard his earlier threat. "Great, just great, now I have hay in my shirt, thanks a lot Julia." Vaughn's sarcasm rang loud and clear, he didn't even try to hide it as he picked out the hay from underneath his shirt.
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"Maybe if you had a woman partner you'd be less grumpy, cowboy!" Julia remarked in a snarky tone of voice, holding her right hand up to her chin and letting out a quick somewhat mischievous giggle.
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"Julia…NO!" Vaughn groaned despairing in the mere thought of another Julia match making session. Julia had already tried this once before and the only girl on the islands he connected to was the shy and quiet Sabrina, still Vaughn didn't see him and Sabrina ever getting together. Even though Sabrina was easy to talk to she still seemed a bit clingy and it rendered Vaughn extremely uncomfortable, though he'd never be able to admit it to Sabrina, the girl was too sensitive and couldn't even take a joke. A while back Vaughn had to scold Will for playing a prank Sabrina, ever since then people have been trying to get Vaughn and Sabrina to hook up and go on dates. Vaughn wouldn't have any of that, though still, Julia's statement jogged something within his memory as he walked off, stomping, not wanting to spend any more time with Julia for the day. His thought was that of an old saying he had once heard his now deceased mother say his deceased father. 'Every cowboy needs a cowgirl!' Vaughn stopped stomping and halted as he looked up at the gray skies, a storm rolling on its way in. "I hate to say it mom, but that saying is ridiculous." He whispered as he continued to stare into the sky until the rain started to pour down and he headed back the way he came reluctantly for he knew Julia was just waiting for the chance to pounce upon him and drag him away trying to hook him up with some one. Little did he know however, there would be yet another girl for Julia to introduce him to and he'd learn that the saying his mother had said so long ago wasn't as ridiculous as he thought it sounded.