Hey, readers! Hope you like my first ever... err... 'Songfic'. It's to the song "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico. This is a Chelsea x Vaughn -type pairing. Read it to know more. Enjoy~

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Six in the morning, an alarm clock rang in the house of a young farmer. A hand reached out, smashing itself onto a button on the top of the clock, shutting off its alarm system.

Rolling over in bed, Chelsea groans.

'I… can't get out of bed today….' She thinks to herself, throwing a pillow over her face. She'd gotten little to no sleep last night, due to a certain silver-haired young man that had invaded her mind. Every time Chelsea fell asleep, he would be somewhere in her dreams, waiting for her. Soon enough, she found herself unable to sleep at all. 'I can't get him off my mind.'

Chelsea rolled again, this time on to her stomach, and buried her head further into the pillow. "This should be overrr…." She sighed, moaning the 'r' in her final word, and then adjusting herself so her face pressed against the pillow in a more comfortable fashion. She starred at the wall by her bed. Plain beige. Couldn't she have settled on a more exciting color? She shook her head, then brought her hands up to her face, trying to bring herself to sleep again. But she knew it was hopeless. She had to wake up.

Groaning, she sat up in her bed, groggily looking around. Her eyes rested on the pillow beside her. Empty as usual.

Chelsea sighed, bringing her knees to her chest. Of course he wouldn't be there. He'd been gone for the past three months. It wasn't like he was going to suddenly reappear. Sighing again, she flung her legs over the bedside and slowly stood up. After getting dressed, she glanced quickly at her bed again, then shook her head and walked out the door.

After messing with the crops on her field, she reluctantly went over to her barn. If it wasn't for her animals, she wouldn't have bothered, but she knew she was the only one who could take care of them, since he had left…. Approaching her animals, she focused on them as she told herself she wasn't crazy. She was just missing him, after all. Missing him was normal. Even if it had already been a month….

As she went over to the animal feeder, she noticed it was nearly empty, so she ran outside to cut some grass. A light drizzle began to surround the farmer, but she ignored it. The weatherman had said it would rain today, so the drizzle was to be expected. Good thing she hadn't already watered her plants.

When Chelsea approached her field, however, she noticed that her grass wasn't ready to be harvested yet. She sighed and began her walk to town to buy some more food.

By the time the young farmer approached Mirabelle's shop, the drizzle that surrounded her had turned into a steady flow of rain, so that she entered the store soaking wet. Mirabelle saw her and her jaw dropped.

"Chelsea!" She exclaimed, running over to the girl. Chelsea glanced over to her, smiling slightly.

"Hey, Mirabelle." She muttered to the women. "Do you have any fodder in stock today?"

Mirabelle grabbed the farmer by her forearms. She grabbed a rag from inside her pocket and began patting Chelsea with it. "Oh, of course I do, dear, I always do… but why are you so wet? You look like you just fell into the river… did you? I sure hope not." She turned her head and called into the hallway that lead to her and Julia's room.

"Julia? Could you grab a towel for me?"

"I'm fine, Mirabelle." She reassured the woman. Mirabelle had always acted as a sort of mother to Chelsea, caring about her when no one else did. Must have been her motherly instincts. Not that Chelsea wasn't grateful, of course.

Chelsea shot Mirabelle a small smile as Julia walked in carrying a towel. "It's really okay."

"Nonsense, you're soaking wet." The woman protested, wrapping Chelsea with the towel. "Now, let me get you that fodder… Vaughn?"

Chelsea's eyes widened and she felt her stomach flip when she heard Vaughn's name. She had forgotten that it was Wednesday… a day when Vaughn normally worked at the shop. Mentally, Chelsea face-palmed herself… she had promised herself not to enter the shop on days when Vaughn was there until she had gotten over him. And, in case you haven't noticed, she wasn't over him.

"Could you grab some fodder from the back for Chelsea over here?" Mirabelle wrapped an arm around the farmer, rubbing one of her arms with the towel.

Vaughn glanced at Chelsea, but she looked away. She still wasn't ready to look him in the eyes. After all she'd given him, and all the lies he'd told her when they'd been dating… she couldn't believe she liked him still. Especially since she had been the one who'd broken off the relationship.

An ounce of emotion appeared behind Vaughn's eyes as he looked at her, but she continued to look away. After a moment, Vaughn nodded. "Right away…." He told Mirabelle, before turning away.

He soon returned with the fodder and handed it to Chelsea. "Here…." He muttered, glancing down at her hopefully. Chelsea nodded her thanks, still avoiding Vaughn's gaze, and instead looked at Mirabelle. "Thank you so much for your help, Mirabelle."

Mirabelle smiled, bowing her head into a nod. "It's perfectly fine, Chelsea… you can keep the towel, if you want."

"I'll bring it back next time I visit." Chelsea replied to Mirabelle, who was returning to her place behind the counter, and Chelsea turned to the door. It was still pouring outside, so Chelsea took her towel and held it above her head, carrying the fodder with her other arm. "Good bye!" She called, opening the door to exit the shop.

She stepped forward, but was pulled back by a hand that had wrapped around one of her wrists… the hand that was holding the towel above her head. "Chelsea!" She heard a voice call. It was Vaughn's. Her heart stopped for a moment, and she stood frozen in place.

After a moment, Vaughn realized Chelsea wasn't going to speak. He spoke instead.

"...I miss you." Chelsea heard. She turned her head, shocked, and their eyes met for a moment. Quickly, she pulled away, trying not to get sucked in by this person. This person she couldn't refuse. This person… who was Vaughn.

She pulled away and began walking home, but Vaughn wasn't done.

"I love you." He called after her. She froze again, before bursting out into a sprint. She couldn't deal with this. It was too much.

'...I can't take this...'

Hope you're liking my first ever songfic so far. More chapters to come!