A/N: Gah! I'm the stupidest person you'll ever hear of in your life. I forgot to write the title name when trying to upload Chapter 1, and I was dumbfounded for days. This would've been up earlier, but it wasn't, due to my stupidity. I'll update Harvest Rivalry as soon as possible. Remember that reviews let me know if you guys actually like the story. Apologies to floridapanther28 for bothering you because of how big of an idiot I was. Thanks for your help.

EDIT: Enjoy the fixed chapter!

Chelsea was up in a flash, and so were her animals. Vaughn mentally scolded himself for disturbing her and the animals, but he stopped to avoid from yelling at himself aloud. Where was an awkwardness breaker when he needed it?

"Errr, Vaughn, did you, like, need something?" asked Chelsea, attempting to break up the dense silence.

"I just wanted to, uh, see if you had animals?" Vaughn answered (or rather asked), apparently lying. What was his reason for coming in the first place, anyway?

"Well, you see, I do. And, are you alright? Like, you're not hurt, right?"

"No, no, I'm perfectly fine," Vaughn answered back, feeling the fire in his cheeks. He nudged the brim of his hat down and shuffled his feet uncomfortably, not really sure of what to say next. This is one of the many times when I hate myself.

A cow mooed in irritation of being interrupted of her sleep. She nudged Chelsea, trying to get some attention.

"I'll uhh, go, so, bye," Vaughn muttered under his breath. He took a few steps back

"Okay. Bye."

He staggered out of that dreaded place, wondering how awkward things were going to be between the two for a while.

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Why did Vaughn go to Chelsea's farm? That was something he never would do, much less talk to someone. I am so going to get it out of him. After devouring a delicious lunch at the Diner, Julia strolled to Ranch Island to privately talk to Chelsea. She wanted to see if she liked Vaughn in the least.

Julia saw Vaughn there, peeking in the barn window. He had his eyes closed in a pleasant way, as if he were listening to some calming music. She would've jumped up and scared Vaughn, but saw him stumble into the barn.

"Let him have a moment with Chelsea, the more time alone they spend together, the better," Julia murmured to herself. But she definitely was going to make them, fall in love, no matter what.

"Hey Vaughn. Today's Chelsea's birthday. You're good at acting, right?" Julia asked Vaughn.

"Yeah, whatever," Vaughn grumbled. He, unfortunately, knew where the conversation was going, and didn't appreciate it very much.

"You supposedly don't know when her birthday is, right?" Julia interrogated suspiciously. She grinned, yet twirled a strand of blonde hair nervously.

"Just get to the point," Vaughn muttered, tapping a tan boot on the wooden floor and grumbling noisily.

"I need you to go to her place and ask what her favorite type of food is. Just in a casual way."

"Oh. Julia and cooking? Not such a good combination if you ask me," Vaughn said, chuckling and hiding his face with his cowboy hat.

Vaughn got an unexpected whack on the bottom with a rolling pin. "Ouch!"

"Shut up or I'll get my rope."

"You learned to lasso?"

"I didn't but I mastered the art of tying people to things.

"I can still dash away from you."

"Ooooh, little Vaughnie is scared. And what will his crush, the well known farmer girl think of him then?"

"I do not have a crush on her!"

"Are you sure? Why did you go to her farm yesterday? Already stalking, huh?"

"I was only seeing if she knew how to take care of animals!"

"She's been here for a long time. I think you need to give her lessons. Quit lying! I'm not buying it!"

"Do you want me to ask about her favorite food or not?" Vaughn dropped the subject quickly, though he didn't want to go anywhere.

"Get your butt over there, already!" He got whacked on the butt with the rolling pin again. Vaughn groaned and trudged to Ranch Island. Chelsea was working hard, and was watering the crop that gave him nightmares. And her entire field was covered in them! Vaughn forgot everything else and let out a bone chilling shriek. He truthfully could have been mistaken for a girl!

"Oh my gosh, Vaughn, what on earth is wrong?" Chelsea called as she ran over to him. Vaughn just pointed timidly towards her field. The vegetable was too shameless for Vaughn to even be called by its only name.

"Carrots," he whispered.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't have enough money after most of my summer crop failed, so I had to pick the cheapest thing Chen had. And, unfortunately for both of us, the cheapest seeds I could plant were, uh, carrots."

"Can we get away from here?" Vaughn asked. His gloved hands trembled anxiously, and sweat began to collect on his forehead, despite the calming chilliness of the autumn air.

"Sure, we can go in my house. I'll give you something to munch on while we're there."

"Uhhh, okay."

Chelsea and Vaughn walked to the ranch house and stood in the doorway for a minute. It was slightly small. There was a bed in one corner. From Vaughn's perspective, it looked like there was no mattress under the covers. Near the door stood two tables. One had a telephone and the other held some books. The other side of the house held a tiny kitchen and a fridge. Two treasure-chest looking boxes remained next to the door. A coffee table was plopped in the middle of the room.

"I know, it's kinda bad looking, right?" Chelsea asked. He'd been grimacing, especially at the bed. Didn't her back ache from that- that metal looking mattress? The place almost seemed like nobody could really survive in it.

"There isn't heating in here?" Vaughn questioned Chelsea. A turn to the next page on the calendar and there was old, gloomy and cold winter.

"No, but my blanket is enough," she answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Don't you get sick in the winter?" Great. Now she would think he really cared.

"I do. Really sick. But I can deal with it."

"You idiot! How can you live like that? You can't just deal with it! If you get sick so many times, your health will deteriorate!" Vaughn yelled, unaware of his words.

"Calm down. I don't get that sick. What did you need in the first place?" Chelsea went into the kitchen and poured a glass of milk and handed it to Vaughn. Their hands brushed each other, making both faces go fire engine red at the mild contact.

"Yeah, Julia wanted to know what your favorite food is. She wanted to conduct a survey," Vaughn answered, sipping the cold milk and enjoying the fresh taste.

"I like apple pie. But I really like anything with fresh fruits or veggies. IF it's a dessert, it's apple pie."

He shuddered at her emphasis on the word "if".

"Well then, I should go." Chelsea took the milk glass which Vaughn had emptied and put it in the sink. Then she opened the door for him.

"Thanks so much for staying. I do very lonely at times, even if I have animals. I don't have a family that I know of. Only my parents. Well, they're not my parents." She quickly put her hand over her mouth as if she had given away a really big secret.

"Why aren't they your parents?" Vaughn asked. Why do I even care?

"Uhh, I'll tell you later, Vaughn."

"O-kay. Bye I guess." He walked out the door and crossed the bridge connecting Ranch Island and Verdure Island and then stopped at the end.

Why weren't they her parents?

A/N: Was that a lame ending? Sorry if it was. I'm bad at endings more than anything. I would've made Chelsea's birthday the next day, but then Vaughn wouldn't be there to give a gift. (Hint, hint) Crud, I gave away a secret like Chelsea. I can't update tomorrow since I won't be home, but I'll start the new chappie soon. The real plot of this story might take some time to actually happen. Vaughn and Chelsea kind of need to be friends before the action begins. Oh pretty please review. I'll update Harvest Rivalry; I haven't been working on it for a while. Sorry for my rambling. Don't forget to review, or I won't update!