Merry Christmas! Ah, for all you Vaughn x Chelsea fans MUST know one of my best fanfiction friends, HarvestMoonLuv. pfft, if you DON'T, I suggest you check her out. Um, actually, I don't suggest. I DEMAND. She's like the ultimate strictly Vaughn and Chelsea fan fiction writer. I don't think there has been another couple she's wrote about...

This fanfiction is going to be made up of two one shots, because they are both for HarvestMoonLuv. NOW you know why I was asking about your birthday! But Part 1 is only your Christmas gift. Part 2...you have to wait, you see? haha.

Ever heard of the song "Catch Me" by Demi Lovato? Well, after you read this, you will. ^-^ Originally this was going to be a Taylor Swift song fiction, but HarvestMoonLuv already wrote a bunch of Taylor Swift songs. :P I had so much fun writing this anyways. It may be easier...

Hm, so I don't own Catch Me or Harvest Moon.

Part 1: Catch Me on a Starry Night

Before I fall

Too fast

Kiss me quick

And make it last

So I can see how badly this will hurt me

When you say goodbye

Sometimes the dreams are unbearable. At other moments, she is soothed. Either way, she has figured out love isn't all about happiness. People have their arguments, whether nearly heartbreaking or harmless. All conversations are different, not one is the same. Conversations are like arguments except more calming.

Her dreams switch from depressing to gleeful. Either way, they all end with the same action. In life, two things cannot be exactly identical. Think about it a little. You cannot grow the exact some tree twice. The roots will not grow in the same spots, nor does the bark grow in the exact angles. Every tree is unique, even if they are the same "species".

These dreams are unique as well, even the endings.

You ask, what is the ending? It is a quick kiss, filled with whatever emotions. Memorable it is, and she remembers almost every single one. Cool lips against anticipating ones, she wonders if he feels the same way she does outside those dreams.

Then when she wakes up, hurt is always inside of her. Dreams aren't the real thing, and it may never be.

Keep it sweet

Keep it slow

Let the future pass

And don't let go

But tonight I could fall too soon

Under this beautiful moonlight

Do you know how sweet those kisses are? His lips can taste of apple cider one chilly winter night, and marshmallow the next. On a warm summer's eve, those soft lips have touches of salt from the sea. Guiltily, she holds herself close to him, as if she's holding that dream and keeping it in place. Time needs to tick for endless hours before they let go, although she is never satisfied. How slow time really passes – she does not know or care.

When she makes conversation with him in the present, it takes all her might not to stare at his lips. Otherwise, he is irresistible, like in her dreams. Almost every day she talks to him, and every night she conjures up that kiss.

()()()()()

Tonight he tasted like white chocolate. Smooth and creamy, immediately she melted into him, as if she was the center of the chocolate. The center always cools down in your mouth, swirling and dissolving to saliva.

Chelsea trances her parted lips, starting out the window. How many times has she woken up at about 2am? The moon is clearly imprinted in the deep soulful night. Brightly shining white, a halo glows around it. This has to be a sign, she thinks. Something amazing will happen. Every night is like this. When she licks her lips, they faintly taste of white chocolate. What...? Oh. Natalie had shared some of her chocolate with Chelsea the previous night.

"Pierre says he made it!" she gushed. "It's so yummy! You have to try some, Chelsea!" How could Chelsea say no to Pierre's cooking? Not to mention how much he's backed for Natalie the past year...

That was some tasty chocolate, she admits.

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing when I sing

You've got me smiling in my sleep

Whatever attracts Chelsea to him? Mesmerizing violet eyes locked with hers wills Chelsea to stare deeper into them. They're like shining black orbs heavily rimmed with purple. Rarely does he lift his head and hat to gaze at her for more than a minute. It is more like a few glances, smirking every once in a while. "Don't tear away from my eyes," Chelsea wants to say, "Keep looking at me." She embraces looking into those eyes with open arms.

Another thing Chelsea embraces is music. It's part of her everyday life, listening for the howl of wind and rustling of leaves. On Sunny Island, a pop singer likes showing off her musical talent, but it's not like anyone minded. Villagers enjoy her music. There is a rhythm everywhere for Chelsea. The pop singer's songs remind Chelsea of him. She quietly laughs as she sings along to whatever is playing.

Tunes echo is Chelsea's dreams, combining that with her ending, it never fails to make Chelsea smile.

Shaking her head, Chelsea drifts back to sleep.

And I can see this unravelling

Your love is where I'm calling

So please don't catch me

When she wakes up and checks the calendar, it comes to realization that it is Wednesday. Then Chelsea panics when the sees the time: 8:00 am. Her animals will starve! Still in pyjamas, Chelsea rushes out to the barn. There she stops in her tracks. "Hello, Vaughn," she says quietly. "I just...woke up."

Grunting, Vaughn mutters, "Did you have a good night sleep?" She nods. "You're usually exhausted. I have no problem doing this for you." Stroking the cows' back with his bare hand, he adds, "I've fed your chickens already."

The cow moos, and Chelsea blushes. "Thank you," she whispers.

A little uncomfortable, Vaughn pulls his hat down and says, "I came here because I wanted to ask you about something." Walking over, Chelsea also pats on of her cows.

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow is the Starry Night Festival...and I'm wondering if you would like to go with me?" Cheeks glowing pink, Vaughn's amethyst eyes avert down.

My goddess, she is falling more in love every day.

See this heart

Won't settle down

Like a child running scared from a clown

I'm terrified of what you do

My stomach screams just when

I look at you

Stunned, her heart skips a beat. Redder and redder her face glows, and right now what she is wishing for is to stop blushing. Everything is becoming so damn obvious to Vaughn. Calm down, Chelsea...How can she settle down when her heart is beating miles a minute? Her breathing heavies even more after ten seconds of panicking: He finally asked her. Chelsea never imagined this day would come. What she reckoned was that they'd stay friends...for a long time.

Vaughn's expression is fear. What if she says no? Chelsea knows he is thinking that. It's natural for people when they first ask someone. There's always the fear and anxiousness of reject. It's not like Chelsea will say no to Vaughn right now; she simply just cannot speak. Biting his lip, Vaughn opens his mouth but Chelsea cuts in.

"I'll go with you."

Her stomach is threatening to make her lose all that chocolate. It is because Chelsea is so shocked, unsure of how to phrase her words. For months she has been planning how to react at a question like this, and when it actually happens, she nearly chickens out. Nice going, Chelsea.

Run far away

So I can breathe

Even though you're far from suffocating me

I can't set my hopes too high

Because every hello

Ends with a goodbye

Smiling, Vaughn exits the barn. "Nice. I'll see you tomorrow, then." With a wink, he closes the door. "See you."

Chelsea releases a breath she was unaware of holding. He's gone. Phew. How long have I been holding my breath anyway?

Long enough to almost be suffocating, she answered herself. But he finally asked me. Vaughn asked me out, to the Starry Night Festival, even though we're just friends. Touching her flaming cheek, Chelsea grins. Now she is excited about tomorrow night. Whooping, she leaves the barn, skipping in the fresh white snow. Snow collapses under her weight and Chelsea comes tumbling down, face up.

Laughing, she rubs her hands together to keep herself warm. She notices how much brighter the sky looks now, a brilliant blue, not a dark cloud in sight. The clouds were light and puffy, not to mention a pearly translucent white. Snowflakes shower over her body, layering the ground beneath her. Where Chelsea is at the moment is her crop field. There aren't any crops in the winter anyways.

What if they kiss? Maybe the two could cuddle in the cold night, watching those stars. Where would they watch the stars anyways?

She shrugged. We'll see. So she went frolicking into the village.

But you're so hypnotizing

You got me laughing while I sing

You've got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unravelling

Your love is where I'm falling

So please don't catch me

Villagers stare at Chelsea in wonder as she skips down the path, humming to herself. Every once in a while she laughs, obviously excited about something. Soon, rumours are fire over town. "What a happy girl...she usually is so quiet...tomorrow is the festival? ...perhaps she was asked by a certain special someone...?"

If only they knew.

"What's up with you today?" mutters Natalie. "Everyone is gossiping about you." She then babbles on how Pierre asked her to the Starry Night Festival. Chelsea ignores her, pretending to listen until Julia walks down the path. Natalie and Chelsea are hanging out in the forest, dangerously near the Witch Princess' house.

"Vaughn asked you to the festival, he did now, Chelsea?" Julia cocks her head to the side. "He's told me, you see, and I feel happy for him. He hasn't had a girl in a while."

What's that supposed to mean? Chelsea thunders the thought for the rest of the day. She goes to sleep smiling, eagerly waiting for the following day.

So now you see

Why I'm scared

I can't open up my heart without a care

Vaughn knocks on her door the following night. Suddenly, she is nervous. Fingering her red party dress, she cautiously opens the door.

Is my dress too flashy? It's deep red, skinny strapped and hemmed at mid thigh. Sparkling in places, she doesn't want to show a lot so she paired it off with a black cardigan. This is the only dress she owns and her every day clothes involve many pairs of jeans and t-shirts.

But Vaughn blushes. "You look beautiful." He wraps his arms around her waist, and Chelsea blushes. She wonders if his lips will taste like white chocolate. "...more beautiful than ever."

"Thanks." Chelsea says, resting her hands on his chest. Why is she breating heavily? With wide blue eyes, she stares at him.

Vaughn hesitates, and the air is heavy between them. "I want to tell you something before we head off." She waits. "Umm, I feel nervous, like really nervous, so I want to clear the air between us." His heart beat is quickening, she feels it under her palms. Pounding by his touch, Chelsea knows her heart is beating fast as well.

This is why I'm scared, Chelsea thinks. I've been imagining this kiss for so long...I don't want to blow my chance. Nearly trembling, she takes a deep breath. "I'm nervous, too, Vaughn."

But here I go

It's what I feel

And for the first time in my life I know it's real

She's never been in love before. Sure, Chelsea's had boyfriends here and there, but it was just puppy love and for show. Vaughn is different. Maybe she's actually falling in love...A giggle echoes above them. The two look up, and see mistletoe dangling there. It's a little thin twig, but nonetheless mistletoe.

"Stupid Harvest Sprites," she curses. "They're always getting in my way."

Vaughn raises an eyebrow. "Are they really that of a bother tonight, Chelsea?"

"I guess not." So she leans in a kisses him. His lips taste of milk...not white chocolate. They feel so heavenly, and Chelsea melts into him. When they pull away, she says, "I think that clears up the air." They smile at each other. "We should get going. The stars are brightly shining tonight." Thank you, Harvest Sprites.

Leading her to the door, Vaughn pulls it open and says, "After you, Chelsea."

The moment Chelsea steps out on the snow, she slips.

Luckily, Vaughn catches her before she hits the ground. "Careful, the ice is pretty slippery." Exchanging genuine smiles, Vaughn pulls her up and they continue walking.

If this is love please don't break me

I'm giving up so just catch me

I tried being emotional. I really tried. But I'm just too excited for Christmas. Aren't you? Oh, the naughty Harvest Sprites! I had to make it a little Christmassy. About the white chocolate...I ate a white chocolate waffle for breakfast. IT'S SO GOOD. Christmas rocks ~ Santa is climbing down our chimneys tonight!

& all who were checking out my other Vaughn x Chelsea story may be checking out this one. I'd like to say THANK THANK YOU but I will be postponing my other Velsea story because I honestly don't know what to write now. *hugs*

I hope you enjoyed it, Elizabeth!

Any ideas for the next song - Part 2? Review for song ideaaas ~

Merrry Christmas!