Music Is What Feelings Sound Like

About: Bunch of one shots of Taylor Swift songs...I got bored, and I managed to listen to her songs about a dozen times. Island Of Happiness Style!

Songs: Tell Me Why, The Way I Loved You, Breathe, Mean, Fearless, The Best Day, Jump Then Fall, You're Not Sorry/Hey Stephan (then some I want to include: Better Than Revenge, Dear John, Enchanting, Sparks Fly, Invisible, Mary's Song, What To Wear, Back To December, Tied Together With A Smile, I'm Only Me When I'm With You.

Chapter 1: Tell Me Why

VaughnXChelsea

I Took A Chance. I Took A Shot. And You Might Think I'm Bulletproof, But I'm Not.

I remember when I first proposed. Everything seemed like a dream! He moved in, we woke up together, and now we have a son. Everything seemed so happy. And for a while...I was.

"Goodmorning," he grummbled towards me.

"Goodmorning to you to," I said, just as rude as him. I streched and fell out of bed. I noticed he was heading for the door. "Where are you going?"

"Work," he replied, glaring back at me.

"It's a Tuesday!" I yelled, shocked. "Do you really want to leave me that badly!" I demanded, wrapping a robe around myself as I walked towards him.

You Took A Swing

"Well," he began, giving me posionous daggers. "Maybe if you keep clinging onto me like a helpless puppy, I'll have to!"

I Took It Hard

I took a step back. "Excuse me?" I popped an eyebrow up, crossing my arms.

"What?" He growled, rolling his violet eyes. When I first say them, it made me melt inside, now I just wanted to slap him.

I looked around, suddenly feeling devasted inside. "What do you mean what!" I screamed. "Do you remember when we woke up happy on Tuesdays? Because it was the only time you had off to be with me! And then we needed money because we weren't getting by, so you took up Mondays, but now..." I looked at him, eyes brimming with tears. "Look at us!" I grabbed the picture frame off the coffee table and shoved it in his face. "LOOK AT HOW HAPPY WE WERE!"

He stared at it for a while, then looked back up at me and shoved it out of my hands. Glass shattered onto the floor.

And Down Here From The Ground I See Who You Are...

I looked to the floor, the picture was ripped, the shards of glass spread along the floor, and now Nathan was crying in his crib. I fell to the floor crying. "One minute Nate," I managed to whisper through the sobs, "just give mommy a minute!" I looked up to Vaughn with disgust. "Are you happy now?"

He looked down at me and ran out. Not bothering to even look at Nathan, our baby!

But the crying continued, and finally I rushed over to him, picking him up with my nails and shaking him. "GIVE MOMMY A MINUTE NATHAN!" I screamed, feeling more exhausted then ever. If I was really awake, I would've noticed he was crying louder, and I would've noticed what i was doing, but I wasn't.

"It's all my fault," I sniffed, sitting on the beach as I waited for Vaughn to come home. "All my fault," I whimpered again.

Denny was sitting beside me. He wrapped his jacket around me and shivered in the cold autumn air. "Maybe we should wait inside, I mean, he doesn't get back until late tonight."

I shook my head, turning to Denny as I shoved my fists into his pockets. "No..." I squeaked. "I have to wait for him. But you should really go inside...I doubt you want to wait around here all day."

He shook his head. "It's cool," he leaned back on his hands and stared at me. "So...what made you do it?"

"I wasn't thinking..." I croaked. "I had a terrible morning, and I wasn't thinking..." I cried, rubbing my red eyes. "And now...now he's dead...and Vaughn has no idea."

Denny tried to comfort me, but I flinched. "But what happened that morning, Chelsea?"

I shook my head, holding back tears. I was too strong to cry in public. "It was just...a bad morning, ok!" I shouted.

Finally, hours later, his boat finally pulled up. Denny waved goodbye, and disapeared into the night, and I waited until he got off his boat. He stood there awestruck for a moment, then walked over and hugged me.

I pushed him off. "I...Something happened to Nathan," I whispered hoarsly. "Something terrible. Last week, when you left...I got angry, and he was crying, and I couldn't control myself, and...and I shook him up pretty bad...he was..." I looked up to him crying. "He was dead, Vaughn...he was dead."

He paused for a minute, then shook his head. "This is all your fault! If you could've just been a proper mother, or less of a pain in my ass, or...or..." he looked at me with hatred. "How could you!

"I'm sick and tierd of your attitude!" I screamed, "I'm feeling like I don't know you. You tell me that you love me, then cut me down!" I walked closer to him, letting tears spill over my cheeks which were bright red from waiting for him all day. "And I need you like a heartbeat, but I know you've got a meanstreak, makes me run for cover when your around." I laughed without a trace of happiness and raised my arms in the air for a split second, as if to say I was giving up. "So here's to you and your temper. Yes, I remember what you said last week!"

He looked at me, almost terrified. "Chelsea," he tried to grab my hand, but I reeled it back, afraid I'd fall for it all again.

"And I know that you see what your doing to me. Tell me why!"

After that night, Vaughn and I lived together in silence. Sometimes he'd try and hold me, or talk to me, but I just shook my head. He took time off work, and we held a small funeral for Nathan, we each decided to just act like a family that was together, but we were slowly falling apart. And I knew that.

The night after the funeral, we walked silently back home and I quickily took my hair out of it's bun and slipped into my pajamas, throwing the sleek black dress onto the ground. Vaughn tore off his tie and sat silently on the bed.

"I'm sorry..." he mummbled, covering his face with his hands. "I'm sorry I did all those terrible things to you...but...I just did." He yelped, looking towards me. "It was wrong, and stupid, and you deserve so much better...but I want to be in love again. I want to love you. I want...to be different.

And as much as I wanted all the same things, I couldn't do it. I took a step back, let him go. I told him, "I'm not bullet proof." Now he knows...

END!

So I had to change some words in the song like 'last night' to 'last week' and 'you' to 'him' but I hope you won't hate it too much! I kinda had fun doing this. Got to listen to the song for hours. :D God...I love Taylor Swift. By the way: I got the title from a quote on this website...ya...:) By the waaaay: I do not own the song, or Harvest Moon, blah blah blah, those people and lyrics aren't mine. But seriously, what kind of idiot would think they are!

ALSO! I'm pretty sure when I upload (cause, I uploaded before to try it out, then took it down) but anyways, It'll screw around with my pretty paragraph structure (I don't know why, but I use Wordpad, so maybe that's it) so...sorry if it looks ugly :(