"Mark, Chelsea, it's simple. You're going." Kendra, Mark and Chelsea annoyingly polite mother said to them. "It's not fair! We got no say in this!" Chelsea whined. Her twin brother Mark was to her right, scowling. " It was in your great Uncle Reece's will. It would disappoint the whole family if you didn't inherit this farm. Please. You will be leaving tomorrow, now go pack some clothes." Kendra demanded. "Why would we pack? We're not going!" Mark yelled leaving to go to his room. Chelsea pushed his chestnut bangs out of her cobalt eyes, and let out a defeated sigh. There was no way of getting out of this. Mark and her would be leaving tomorrow morning.
The ocean's salty spray stung Chelsea eye's. Maybe it would mask her tears. She felt a soft hand on her shoulder and whirled around. It was her twin brother, Mark. "I don't want to go either, Chels." he said, their identical cobalt eyes locking. They looked similar, enough to tell that they were twins, except that Chelsea had chestnut hair that reached the small of her back, and Mark had summery blonde hair and was a head taller than her. Chelsea knew her pouting wasn't going to turn the boat around. She gripped the side rails until her knuckles turned white. What was this island like? It would be her and her brother, alone, on their own, in some foreign place. She was 18 years old, and wanted to grow up, but she also didn't. And she certainly didn't want a stupid farm.
After what seemed liked hours, they finally arrived to several tiny islands and docked on one called Verdure. A old man hobbled up to them as they were getting out of the boat. "My name is Taro. I assume you are Mike and Kelsea?" he said. Mark and Chelsea looked at each other, already annoyed by this island. "Um, do you mean Mark and Chelsea?" Mark suggested. "Mark and Chelsea? I always thought it was Mike and...Well never mind. I'm sorry for the loss of your uncle, Reece was a great man. But he left the farm in pretty bad condition, so your gonna have a lot of work to do." Taro said. Chelsea pushed her bangs back, and Mark adjusted his hat. "If you come with me, i'll show you around the island" Taro said.
Taro walked up the path to a tiny cottage with a shipping bin outside of it and Mark and Chelsea followed him, taking the sight of rundown cottages and bridges. He led them to a medium size cottage and led them inside. 'This is my house' Taro said with a touch of pride. A woman with light pink hair stepped out of the open kitchen area. "Hello, my name is Felicia. You're Mark and Chelsea, right?". "Hi." They said in unison with a nod. "So how long have you two been together?" Felicia said quietly. "Wha...?" Mark stammered, "We're twins!" Chelsea corrected "We just don't look alike...much.". , "Really?" Felicia said, suddenly interested. "Elliot! Natalie! Come out here now!" Taro yelled. Mark and Chelsea looked at each other as awkwardness hung in air. A girl with choppy pink hair and a head band came out a room followed by a nerdy looking boy with matching pink hair and glasses.
"Natalie, Elliot, this is Mark and Chelsea, they are 18 and are taking over Reece's ranch." Taro said. "I'm Natalie" the pink haired girl grunted. 7.5 Mark immediately thought about Natalie on the hotness scale. The boy with the glasses stuck out his hand, but it was gestured towards Chelsea. ."I'm Elliot. It's, uh, very grood to meet you." He stuttered. "Grood?" Natalie said with a smirk. " I was going to say good, then I was going to say great, but I accidentally said...grood...leave me alone Natalie." Elliot said, locking eyes with the floor. "Haha. Loser." Natalie said, flicking his ear. "Natalie, please apologize" Felicia said. "Ok. Sorry Elliot I didn't mean to be so grood." Natalie said, laughing. The twins looked at each other, trying not to laugh at the whole grood problem. "Well, see you around, Mark." Natalie said smiling at the boy. Taro sighed, "We should probably go see Chen now" he said.
They left the cottage went to the right of the path to a dark purple building. A man and a boy who was about nine was standing behind a counter with a waving kitty. There was shelves stocked with basic foods, seeds, and personal supplies. "Hey Chen, This is Mark and Chelsea, Reece's niece and nephew who are going to take his ranch. Mark, Chelsea, this is Chen. He owns this store with his son Charlie." Taro informed them. "Hello." Chen said with a friendly smile "come by if you need anything.". Mark and Chelsea nodded and sighed. "We can go to Mirabelle's next." Taro said.
Taro led the twins next door. "Why, hello there!" Said a plump honey-blonde women. She got out from behind a counter and came over to them. "Aren't y'all just adorable!" She exclaimed pinching Mark's cheek. "Mirabelle, this Mark and Chelsea, they're taking over Reece's ranch." Taro explained. "Oh, well if y'all ever need anything to do with animals, please come see me." Mirabelle said. "Y'all is the cutest couple I've seen here on verdure island!" Mirabelle commented. Chelsea sighed. "Actually, we're twins, we kinda look similar." Mark said dryly. "Oh! Is that so? Julia get out here!" She yelled. "What mama?". Tall, white boots, long tan legs, barely there shorts, and A tied denim shirt made Mark look up. A girl with a high ponytail and a soft smile walked into the room. "Hi, I'm Julia." She said shaking hands with Mark. "I'm Mark, the new rancher." He said. "Really? I love ranchers, they are so responsible and stuff." Julia said with a giggle. Chelsea crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling self conscious. Was she as pretty as Julia? She knew her outfit sucked, but she had packed away all her good clothes. Where she used to live, she was the town's beauty. Her creamy, pale skin had always been flawless, and her cheeks had a natural peach tint to them. Chelsea's cobalt blue eyes never stopped shining and were as deep as an endless ocean and it seemed that her eyelashes were a foot long. Her lips were full, but not too full, and were the color of were the perfect shade of crimson. Her chestnut hair had always been silky and smooth looking, but was her red bandana tacky? She hated this feeling of insecurity. She began to bit her bottom lip until she felt the metallic taste of blood. "Well, I see you around Mirabelle, lets go guy, there's plenty of other people to meet." Taro said. "Thank god." Chelsea said under her breath. "What?" Mark asked. "Nothing" she said.
They walked across the bridge to Sprout Island. "That's the inn, and that is Regis's mansion. Regis and his daughter Sabrina live there. She's quite a looker, Mark." Taro said, elbowing him in the ribs. "Really? Then why don't we go in?" He suggested with a huge grin. They opened up regal doors to mansion. "Who goes there!?" A voice boomed. "Hello, Regis. It's me, Taro." A man resembling a vampire came out of an arched doorway. "What do you need and who are these peasants in my royal home?!" The vampire man asked. " This is Mark and Chelsea. They're brother and sister and are getting Reece's farm." Taro said. "Is that so...Sabrina!" The strange vampire man yelled. A timid, mousy looking girl with large glasses came down the double staircase. Mark's smile immediately faded. He had expected a beautiful, spoiled rich girl with a lovely frame to saunter down the steps, but the mousy girl shuffled down the steps, and tripped at the bottom of the stairs, and dropped her books. Quickly, the girl gathered them up, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and approached the vampire man. "Yes daddy?" She said. "This is Mark and Chelsea, they just moved here." Regis said. "Oh hello, I'm Sabrina. It's a pleasure to meet you" she said, timidly shaking both their hands. "You made quite an entrance" Chelsea commented. "Oh, um thank you..." Sabrina said with an awkward laugh "I really must be going. I only have four more chapters in this novel and it seems to be quite exciting at the end. Thank you for stopping by." She said before hurrying off into another room. "Alrighty then," Taro said "we best be on our way also. See you around Regis.". "You don't have to be so mean, Chelsea." Mark said to her as they walked down the steps from the mansion. A sudden rage washed over her. "Oh, come on Mark! Where the hell's your sense of humor?! It was a joke, ok? And you say I'm mean! You couldn't introduce me to Julia, you were to busy think about a way to get into her pants! Bitch, puh-lease, chill your balls." Chelsea snapped. "Sorry..." Mark said quietly, knowing that Chelsea was right.
"Denny! I have some people you should meet." Taro called out as they approached the beach. A boy about the twins age was standing above a table cleaning and gutting a fish. The boy looked up from his work, "hey Taro, what's up?". He wiped his hands off on a rag that was set aside. He approached them and stuck out his tanned arm. "Hi I'm Denny." He said shaking Chelsea hand. OMG! Finally a decent guy! 9.1 on the hotness scale! Dayum! Chelsea thought. "I like your bandana" Denny said to Chelsea. "Really? Thanks." Chelsea said as her face turned red. "So are you brother and sister?" Denny asked. "Yes! Everyone thought we were a couple. But I'm very single though." She said batting her lashes. "Then we have to hang out some some time." Denny said, smiling at her. "I'm ok with that." Chelsea replied. "Who's this?" A high, unknown voice said from behind. "Oh hi Lanna. This is Mark and Chelsea, they just moved here." Taro said. "Oh hi I'm Lanna, the former pop star, Lanna del Rae" she pushed a blonde piece of hair back and smiled at Mark. "Is this your girlfriend? " she asked Mark. "Uh, no she's my sister." Mark said, adjusting his hat. "Good 'cuz you can do better." Lanna said with a smug grin. "Did you really just go there, bitch?" Chelsea snapped at Lanna. She shrugged. "I just simply spoke the truth, even if you are his sister.". "Well Mark never dates ratchet bitches like you, so don't even go there." Chelsea said "C'mon Mark let's go. Bye Denny, see you around." Taro led the twins across the bridge from sprout island to verdure island. "Well, your house is right up the path and across the bridge. If you want to, you can go to Nick's diner and get a bite to eat. I'm going home to take a nap. See you bright and early in the morning." Taro said before walking away.
Mark and Chelsea silently walked up to the diner. "Hi what can I get ya?" Nick, the owner of the diner asked as they sat down. "Coke." They said in unison, looking over the menu. Nick came back with their drinks, " have you decided what to eat?" He asked. "Salad" Chelsea mumbled. "Tempura" Mark said. "Ok thank you. It will be out in a second." He said. Chelsea groaned and buried her face in her arms and Mark leaned back in his chair, messed up his hair, and put his hat back on. They ate in silence. It was dark out when they left the diner. They trudged up the bridge and found a tiny farm house. They both had vague childhood memories of it. They open the door to the tiny house. It had an open kitchen, two beds, and bathroom. "How the hell am I suppose to live here?!" Chelsea shirked in anger. "It's so damn tiny!" Mark yelled in frustration. After a long day of introductions, Chelsea plopped on a bed. A cloud of dust rose. "Ah! Fuck, help me Mark!" She coughed. "I want to go home!". Mark sighed. "Can you grow a pair, and deal with shit Chelsea? It's just dust, calm your tits! You act like its gonna kill you, but you just gotta grow up!". "What?" Chelsea asked. "You act like moving to a farm is gonna kill you, but it's not! We've lived on a farm our whole life, I think we can do this. And it can be fun too! So grow up and Stop ruining it.". Chelsea chewed on the inside of her cheek. Mark was right. "Sorry." She mumbled. "I don't mean to be a dick, it's just-" "it's just what, Mark? That I can't have any goddamn feelings? That I don't want to grow up? It's just what?" She slammed the bathroom door and began to unpack her toiletries. Mark changed into sweats and a tee and set the alarm clock for 6 am. He laid in bed and thought about Lanna. She had long, golden hair and eyes the color of a penny. He didn't really care that she picked a fight with his sister. Lanna was hot. He smiled at the thought of her. He rolled over on his side, then drifted to sleep.
Chelsea took off her bandana and tossed it in the hamper. She looked at her reflection, blinked and pulled her hair back into a high pony tail like Julia's. She looked fine. Was she as pretty as Julia? What about that dumb ratchet Lana or Hannah or whatever the hell her name was? She shook her hair out of the high ponytail and folded a lock of hair across her forehead to have bangs like Lanna. She picked up a pair of scissors and held them against the lock of hair she had tested as bangs. Chelsea stood there, holding the lock of hair and scissors. She applied a tiny amount of pressure, and saw a small piece of hair flutter down into the sink. She gasped, dropped the scissors on her foot, and backed into the door. "Goddamn!" She yelled "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!". She looked in the mirror as the stupid piece of hair she had cut hung right in the middle of her forehead. Chelsea got a paper towel and cleaned off her bloody foot. Why did she cut her hair? She sighed. After her foot finally stopped bleeding, she laid down in bed. Denny immediately popped in her head. His tanned, muscular arm, his smile...she smiled, turned out the lights and fell asleep.