Spring 4

...I'd agree with that

I just take my time...

...Still believe in that

I had someone tell me...

...I needed that...

...I exaggerated things...

"Mark..." Chelsea whined. "Mark!" She sat up in bed, trying to remember where she was. Verdure island... uncle Reece's ranch... Ugh!

Headlines by Drake played out of her alarm radio.

I be yellin' out

Money over everything

Money on my mind

mind,mind,mind...

She slammed her fist of the damn thing and it immediately stopped. Her and Mark had so much work to do today. She threw her pillow at him. "Wake up lazy ass. We gotta plant some shit." She said. Chelsea strolled to the kitchen to look for breakfast. The refrigerator was empty except for a few eggs and butter. She opened some dusty cupboards in search of flour, baking soda and other things to make pancakes with. Mark sat on the edge of his bed rubbing his eyes. He stood up and made his way to the shower. He walked past Chelsea,who was making pancakes. "I call the shower!" He called to her. "No fair! I was cooking!" Chelsea said. "Like you should be!" "Really funny, Mark!" She called back to him. She flipped the golden brown pancake and smiled to herself. She thought he would be mad about the night before. She slid ten pancakes onto a serving plate, and set the table for two. Mark came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam and underwear. "Ew, put some pants on, bro." Chelsea said. "I'm not feeling pants today. Sorry Chelsea.". She rolled eyes and put three pancakes on her plate. They tried to eat as slow as they possibly could so they wouldn't have to work.

After they had finished, Mark went outside to till the ground for their spring crops. Chelsea was cleared the table and then went into the bathroom to get dressed. She picked out a pair of dark gray leggings and a navy blue hoodie. The piece of hair she had cut hung stupidly in the middle of her face. She put a thick headband to pull the piece out of her face and was ready. Chelsea considered herself lucky. She didn't need to put on makeup everyday. She might on special occasions, but besides that, she never did. And it wasn't like she need to.

Chelsea walked outside. The spring air was a bit chilly, but refreshing. Birds chirped, and the sound of the ocean waves crashing was invigorating. She walked across the path and down the bridge to Chen's store. It was 7:30 and she assumed the store was open. She opened the sliding door and stepped inside. "Hello, Chelsea. How are you?" Chen greeted her. "Good, i guess. I need ten bags of turnip seeds and ten bags of potato seeds." Chelsea said. "Ten? That's a lot of seeds, are you sure you can handle it?" Chen said. "Uh, yeah i've grown up on a farm my entire life. I'm pretty sure i can handle it." Chelsea said, with a tiny eye roll.

"Well if you're a new rancher i suggest you only get five of each. They plant a lot." He said.

"But i'm not a new rancher! I've grown up my family's farm and ten seeds isn't that much! Now do you want my money or not?!" She said to Chen. He sighed, "Well if you're going to be difficult..." Chen said, ringing up her items. Chelsea grabbed her seed packs, threw her money on the counter, and stormed out. "Bye, thank you for stopping by!" Chen called after her, in response Chelsea slammed the door. The chirping birds were now annoying, the waves crashing were too loud, and it was freezing outside. She hated how one person could just ruin the whole entire mood.

"I got the seeds!" Chelsea announced to Mark, who was watering the tilled area. "Finally! What took you so long?" "Um, they weren't open yet, so i just...waited." Chelsea lied. "Really? What time do they open?" "I dunno. It doesn't really matter. I guess i shouldn't go so early." She said, then kneeled down to help plant the seeds. After an hour or two, the twins had finally finished planting all of the tiny seeds. "Well,that was easy." Chelsea said after they finished. "I know. Wanna do something? We could go fishing." Mark suggested. Chelsea shrugged."I don't care." Chelsea said. They walked across the bride to Verdure island then to Sprout. They came up the beach to see a giant ship was now docked there. "Was that there yesterday?" Chelsea asked. "No. No it wasn't." Mark answered. They walked up to edge of the ocean and casted their fishing poles into the waves. "Oh! Mark i got something!" Chelsea gasped. She reeled in her line to find a can. "What the...ew." she said, then tossed the can back. The twins waited for any sign of life in the ocean. "Hey guys." A voice said from behind them. It was Denny. He say down next to Chelsea. "Slow fishing day?" He asked. The twins nodded miserably. Denny casted his line into the water, and almost immediately got a fish. He reeled it in with ease. A large fish flopped up to the shore. Denny tugged his line and unhooked the fish, then threw it in a basket. "How did you do that?" Mark asked. "Try these" Denny said tossing a jar of worms to Mark. " I caught a can." Chelsea announced. "I didn't know you fished, Chelsea. I love fishing. I've made my living off of it since i was fourteen." Denny said. "Really? You've made your own living since you were fourteen? Thats awesome. This is the first time Mark and i have been on our own." Chelsea said. "Want to go to the cafe? I haven't had lunch yet." Denny suggested. "Sure. Mark watch my rod." "'K." Mark said, jerking his rod back.

Denny and Chelsea walked across the beach to the Cafe. The cafe was a cozy little place with a piano in the upper right corner. As soon as they walked in Chelsea rushed over to it. "I didn't they had a piano!" She said, her hands hovering over the keys. "Do you play?" Denny asked. "Yes!". Ever since she was four, Chelsea had done ballet and piano. She pulled the bench out and took a seat. She rested her fingers in C position, and pressed a cord. She Inhaled sharply, and began to play. She moved across the keys, fluttering her fingers. When she finished, a small crowd had grown around the piano. Denny, Mirabelle, Julia and a boy with yellow-blonde hair and dark mauve eyes that she had never seen before were all standing around her, clapping. "Thank you." She said, smiling. "Wow, that was awesome, Chelsea!" Julia said. "It was great!" The boy she didn't know said. "Besides that, I'm Pierre Gourmet. You're new here, i'm guessing?". Chelsea nodded. He's kinda cute she thought. He looks oddly familiar though... "Oh! I've seen you on the cooking channel!" Chelsea exclaimed. Pierre nodded. "I'm Chelsea." She said, sticking out her hand. "Well, i'll see you around Chelsea." Pierre said. "That was awesome, Chelsea." Denny said, smiling at her. Chelsea was pretty sure her heart melted. Her and Denny then sat down at a table. "So," Denny began, "Tell me about farming.". Chelsea tapped her finger against her chin. "Well, crops are pretty easy, unless you have a lot..." They talked until it was dinner time. Chelsea looked at the time. "Shit! I have to go. Sorry Denny. See you tomorrow." She said. "Wait!" Denny said, grabbing her wrist lightly. She turned so she was facing him. His 5'11 frame towered over her tiny 5'3 frame. He bent down slightly, and Chelsea went on her tip toes. Their lips quickly brushed against each others. "Bye." He said. "See ya." Chelsea said as she opened the door to chilly night air. "Hey Kelsea." Lanna said with a smirk. "Hey Hannah." she fired back. Then ran up the path, across the bridge, and all the back home.

She flung open the door, expecting Mark to be on the couch watching T.V. The house was empty. She put her fingers to her lips, just were Denny's had been a few minutes ago. She smiled to herself. Chelsea laid on her bed, thinking about the day. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote an down what had happened, thinking it would help calm her down. She tried tried to write, but her hands were shaking so much, she couldn't. It was only a tiny little kiss, she didn't know why she was so happy and excited. It wasn't like she hadn't kissed a guy before. Back where she use to live, she had gotten around with almost every guy her age in the small town. But this was different. Or was it? Chelsea hands stopped shaking and the feeling in her legs came back. Quickly, she got ready for bed, set her alarm, and laid down. The memory of her and Denny wouldn't stop repeating in her head. Sometime around ten, Chelsea fell asleep. Oddly enough, Mark wasn't home yet.

I'm writing about Mark's day next:) please R&R! Thanks for reading!