A/N: I would've uploaded this sooner, but I accidentally overwrote the file and had to re-write the chapter :( I preferred the original, but unfortunately I had to write it with no memory of the previous.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon :(

Chapter 2: Journey

Chelsea's P.O.V

'I just can't believe that you're leaving!' blubbered my mother for the fiftieth time today.

'Mum, calm down. I'm going to be-' I begun the usual speech

'But you're my baby!' More tears. 'And I'm just going to miss you soo much!'

I looked at her properly then. Her eyes were large and watery, large black smudges from her mascara encircled them.

'Ma,' I comforted, using my old nickname for her, 'It'll be okay! I promise I'll come visit!' I said, knowing that I would not come and visit her in this hell hole of a city, '...Or you could visit me! It'll be fun! Like going on vacation' I said with a smile.

'But-But- It won't be the same!' she whimpered

'Ma, I'm nineteen. That's the same age you were when you had me!' I said seriously, pleading this time, 'It's going to be okay!'

Then she did the unexpected. She looked at me seriously for a moment, smothered me in a big hug, took a step back and smiled.

'You're right... You're much more mature than I ever was at your age. It's just going to take some getting used to... That's all' she whispered, more tears threatening to fall.

Wait, she's actually letting me go? Wow, miracles do exist.

I looked at the clock, 11:30pm. It was getting late.

She followed my gaze, gasping as if she thought it was still morning, 'Wow, is that the time! Guess you'd better get some sleep. Big day tomorrow! Big, big day' she said with a wobbly smile

'Ma-' but she cut me off,

'No, no. I'm fine.' She sniffed, wiping her nose attractively on her sleeve. 'I'll see you in the morning' she whispered as she slipped out of my room.

I let out a sigh, looking around at my now empty room. Surprisingly, all of my worldly possessions had fit into two suitcases and three boxes.

I suppose I should get some sleep. I changed into my favourite pj's: a pair of blue shorts dotted with pandas, and a faded lavender vest top.

Sliding into my warm, spongey bed, I began to feel my mind drifting into the fantasy land of Chelsea's Imagination.

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I was wrenched from my dream of talking chipmunks by my mother bouncing up and down gleefully at the bottom of my bed. Well someone's been in the sugar jar again. I growled, muttering something incoherent. She just giggled.

'WAKEY WAKEY LAZY GIRLY!' she exclaimed, is murder really illegal? 'Greet the day! The sun is shining! Well, it sort of is I guess... and you're going to be late!'

At her last comment I bolted from my bed and to the clock. I was going to kill my mother. 4:30am. My boat didn't come till 5am.

'Mother dearest,' I started pleasantly, 'Do you know what time it is?' I asked sweetly.

'Why yes dear, yes I do' she replied smugly, a haughty smile on her face.

That's when I dived at her, initiating a pillow fight along the way. My mother and I are like sisters sometimes, it's ridiculous.

When the bloodbath had ended, we lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Both doubled over and clutching our sides from laughter. I was really going to miss my mum.

'I'm... really... going... to... miss you' I said between gasps

She giggled, 'Me too,' she smiled whilst rolling over onto all fours and getting up. 'But if we don't get going soon, you're gonna be late'

Ah, curse fun for making you forget important stuff. I'd forgot why we were up soo early.

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'I can't believe we were almost late!' my mother exclaimed in mock sadness

It was 4:59am. A minute to spare.

'Well, if it weren't for you flirting with that guy, we would've been here ages ago.' I teased

She'd been like that ever since dad left. I'd lost count of how many guys she'd brought home when I was growing up, after a while I stopped trying to remember names.

'Actually, I was asking for directions,' she responded, her nose pointed in the air, 'Besides, he was cute!'

'Ew, mum! You're like, old. Can you not? Please?'

'Thirty-eight is not old! Cheeky minx!' she exclaimed.

I just chuckled.

Just then, a loud sound echoed through the docks, my boat was here.

'Well, I suppose it's time for you to go' my mother whispered, all humour gone from her face. Her eyes were watery again, her small smile wobbly.

'I guess so' I whispered, emotion caught in my throat.

She hugged me fiercely for what felt like an eternity and then took a step back.

This was it, no turning back.

I began to board the boat, but suddenly, I felt five again. I ran back to my mother, gave her one last hug, and then ran onto the boat before I could change my mind.

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I'd been on this stupid boat for ten minutes now. I thought of my childish mother, I'd waved frantically at her until she'd become a tiny dot on the horizon. I giggle softly to myself; she was probably still there... Waving at someone who was already gone.

'I hate boats' I whispered with hatred.

Don't get me wrong, I love the sea. It's soo blue and wide. But boats? I think they're Satan's creation.

Bored, I turned and decided to check out my fellow passengers: a frustrated mother and her children, a well-dressed business man tapping away on his laptop, a cowboy. Wait... A... Cowboy?

Just across the deck, with his back to me, stood a man with startling silver hair. That wasn't what had caught my attention though of course. He was dressed in full cowboy gear. Black undershirt and pants, a brown waistcoat, black Stetson, a white necktie, black fingerless gloves, and... was that a lasso attached to his belt? No way...

'I wonder why he's dressed like that...' I whispered curiously aloud.

As if someone had called his name, he snapped around, his eyes locking with mine.

I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed he'd caught be staring... He looked, awestruck for a moment, before frowning and walking off.

Well, how pleasant.

I shook it off and took my previous stance at the railing. Looking out at the beautiful blue sea as it rippled in the wind, I felt my mind begin to wander.

Strangely, all I could think of was the cowboy.

Vaughn's P.O.V

I growled as I stomped to my cabin. Get a grip Vaughn, I muttered internally, why'd you have to go all goo-goo eyed at that girl?

Just a few minutes ago, I'd been standing at the railing of the deck, staring out onto the beautiful sea. The sun was sparkling off the surface, and I'd forgotten the purpose of my travel, all too soon though it had flooded back to me. Thoughts of that stupid island and those stupid, preppy villagers filled my mind. I'd sighed in exasperation and turned, only to find a girl staring at me. What did she want? I'd wondered, hoping she wasn't intending on talking to me. I really hated when people did that. But instead of turning away or pretending she hadn't been staring at me, she'd smiled. Her smile was one of those big goofy smiles; it'd shown all of her perfectly white teeth. And those eyes... She had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Huge and blue, the exact colour of a summer sky. I'd felt a blush creep across my face and, frowning at my own idiocy, I'd left abruptly. She probably thought I was rude.

She was soo beautiful... I stopped walking. She was what?

'Get. A. Grip.' I growled menacingly, realising too late I'd spoken aloud.

Luckily, no one was in ear shot. Good.

I continued into my cabin, slamming the door just a little too hard.

I decided that I might as well try and get some shut eye before I arrived at the stupid island. That girl better not stay long.

I settled myself onto the tiny cabin bed and closed my eyes. I tried to get to sleep, but all I could think of was the blue eyed girl...

A/N: Soo, how was it? It's a little longer than the last chapter... Please review :)