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Chelsea's P.O.V.
I sat there while Julia made me lunch. I was thinking back to that horrible night, just over a month ago… The night I would never forget.
-Flashback-
When I got home, I took a quick shower, brushed my hair, changed into a long, ruby red dress, and slipped on my bandanna. When I finished, I glanced at my watch. 5:30. I grabbed the G I would need, and sat down with a book to wait. 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I set my down book, and got up to open the door.
Vaughn's P.O.V.
Chelsea opened the door. She was wearing a long, red dress, and no makeup. 'Good. She doesn't need it.'
"You're early." She greeted me. I grunted. My usual response. "So? Better early then late." She smiled.
"Yep. You ready, Cowboy?" I nodded. "Come on, then." She stepped outside, closing the door behind her. We walked down through town and headed towards the diner. When we got there, and Chelsea let me pick the table. I instinctively headed for the lone table in the corner, but then stopped.
'I always sit in the corner, but…...Chelsea likes to be around people so much more. She always sits out in the open.'I glanced over. The more open part of the diner was full of people. Just the kind of place I try to avoid. I grimaced, and was about to turn to pick out a table over there, when I heard a whisper.
"I let you pick out the table for a reason, you know. It's so we can sit where YOU want." I glanced behind me. Chelsea was smiling. I raised an eyebrow, and smiled.'Course, I didn't let her see that. We headed over and sat down to decide what we wanted.
Chelsea's P.O.V.
Vaughn can be so adorable sometimes. I saw him grimace when he decided to take a spot where I would be comfortable. 'Nice thought, but I cope better than you, Vaughn. It's better to pick a place you're happy in, and I'll adjust. '
"Miso soup please." I told Nick when he came over.
"Cold porridge." Vaughn growled. I glared at him. "Please." He muttered reluctantly. Nick looked surprised.
"Alright then, you're food will be ready in about 10 minutes." He walked back to his kitchen, out of sight. Vaughn pulled down the edge of his hat.
"I don't see why I have to say 'please'" he muttered.
"Because it's polite. And social." He looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"Since when am I polite? Or, for that matter, social? Everyone knows I'm the exact opposite." I smiled my most mischievous smile.
"I plan to change that." He rolled his eyes.
"Mhhm. Have fun with that." After a few more minutes, our food came.
"Here you go. One Miso Soup and one Cold Porridge." I picked out a carrot slice onto my spoon. Vaughn noticed the movement and glanced up.
"No." He growled, before I even managed to ask.
"Vaughn…" I sighed
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"It's good for you."
"No."
"You sound like a little kid."
"No."
"You're an adult. Adults eat thing even when they don't like them."
"No."
"Please?"
"NO! I am not eating that stupid carrot!"
"*sigh*Fine…." I gave in, defeated. I let Vaughn go back to eating his porridge. "But I'm going to make you eat one eventually." "Never." (1) I smiled, but made sure he couldn't see. I then popped my failed attempt into my mouth. As I went back to eating, I saw movement from outside the window.
"Ummm, Vaughn?" I said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I...I think Sabrina's following us again…." He sighed and started to get up.
"I'll deal with it." He said walking away.
"No, you don't have to…" I began. He kept walking towards the door, and called over his shoulder.
"Would you prefer if I let her keep following us all night?"
"Well, no, but-"he stopped at the door.
"No buts. I'll be right back," He went out, closing the door behind him. I sighed, resigned to waiting for Vaughn.
Vaughn's P.O.V.
As I closed the door behind me, I looked around for Sabrina.
"Alright, Where are you?" Her head popped out of the bushes near the window.
"Oh! Vaughn!" She jumped up and hugged me. "Have you finally realized you belong with me?" She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. I shoved her away.
"Don't touch me." I growled. "I just came out here to tell you to buzz. Off. Quit following us. Get it? Go away!" She ran at me, again trying to hug me.
"Stop saying those cruel things! She's brainwashed you! You should love me!"
"Why would I want to love a stalker like you?" I snapped. She stopped trying to hug me. I turned on my heel and went back inside.
Sabrina's P.O.V.
'*Sniff* Why doesn't he love me? He should love me! I'm rich, my daddy is powerful, and I'm smart and cute!Iam the only one he can be happy with!'
"Stop saying these cruel things! She's brainwashed you! You should love me!" 'That bitch, tricking MY Vaughn. She probably got a love potion from the witch princess…'I ran up, trying to hug Vaughn and keep him from going back inside to HER.
"Why would I want to love a stalker like you?" Vaughn snapped at me. I stopped in my tracks. 'Stalker? I am not a stalker! I'm just trying to make you see what a huge mistake you're making, that you should love ME, not HER.'I looked up at Vaughn as he walked back inside, and I noticed something sticking out of his vest pocket. I gasped! No! He couldn't! Then I grinned. There was a simple way to stop Vaughn giving her THAT. I just needed to get rid of her.
Chelsea's P.O.V.
Vaughn came back in, looking irritated. (2) I frowned. "No being irritated during dinner!" I teased. He looked at me, and then smirked.
"Then shouldn't YOU get rid of that irritated frown?" I pouted at him, crossing my arms. Then I smiled.
"So, is she gone now?" He nodded.
"Yeah. I sent her off." He glanced over his shoulder.
"She's insane. She's still obsessed over me." He looked back at me. "And she still hates you." I shrugged.
"There are people who don't like me, no matter how hard I try. Now sit down, or your porridge will get warm." I giggled. Vaughn glanced at me.
"What?" I stifled my giggles, and tried to answer.
"Sorry, it just seems weird to be saying that your food will get warm, instead of your food will get cold." Vaughn sat down and shrugged.
"You would say it for ice cream." I shrugged.
"It just seemed silly. Now eat, or I'll put a carrot in your porridge." He (quickly) went back to eating. I watched him for a second, and then smiled, following suite.
-End Flashback-
"Here you go, Chels." Julia said softly, as she set lunch in front of me. I slowly started eating. "Chels…" I looked up as Julia started talking. "Chels, it-it was a month ago. I know you're worried, but he'll come back. And-"
"How?" I asked quietly. She cut off. "How can he come back? After what happened, how? Tell me that, please!"
"I-I don't know. I don't know how. But you need to get back to your life!" I slumped down and went back to eating. Then I paused.
"But….It was my fault." Julia glared.
"No, it was that bitch Sabrina's fault!" I went back to eating, deep in thought. I finished quickly, and then hopped up from my seat, a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Alright! I'm gonna go take care of my crops and animals! See you later!" I ran out the door, closing it behind me. I headed up towards my farm, running until I got to the bridge. There, my smile melted. As I walked, I thought back. 'It was my fault…She was aiming for me…' _
(1)- Doesn't this argument sound like a child and it's mother?
(2)- Well, more than usual.
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