Chapter Three of the story. Kind of rushed, but I still like it. I will try to type the next Chapter in the next few days, so gimme some time ^^;;
As always, Harvest Moon (c) Natsume, not me XD
Chapter 3
To be honest, the fact that Chelsea was swimming towards me was not frightening at all. I mean, I was standing in the water and she had to swim. That only gave me the advantage of using my arms. She got closer, so I braced my feet properly in the sand under my feet. She lunged (or whatever it would be called) and I grabbed her around the waist.
"Wha-HEY! Put me down, Vaughn!" she yelled.
I turned around ignoring her and tossed her as far out into the ocean as I could. She hit the water with a huge splash and I made my way to the dock. I hoisted myself onto the hard wood and took my hat off, shaking my hair out. I then wrung the Stetson out and glared at the surfacing brunette.
"That was SO uncalled for!" she barked.
I shrugged. "I put you down, didn't I?"
She glared at me and swam towards the dock. Denny reached over the edge and helped her up. He said something about a towel, but she shook her head.
"I'll be fine till I get home, thanks," she muttered.
She then stormed off the dock and back through the passageway to town. I chuckled to myself at her childish temper.
"Ah shit. She's gonna be pissed," I heard Denny say.
I turned and saw him leaning over the edge of the dock again. He then regained his posture and had Chelsea's red bandana in his hand. I groaned inwardly and took it from him.
"I'll go give it back," I sighed. I was not in the mood to have her getting snippy with me for having lost her bandana when I threw her.
I started to head off the dock, but Denny grabbed my elbow.
"You might wanna take this to her too," he said, handing me her fishing pole.
I rolled my eyes, but took the flimsy piece of driftwood. I then headed up the hill, but decided to dry off before confronting that venomous woman. I headed to the animal shop and slipped out of my boots at the door.
"What in god's name happened to you?" Aunt Mirabelle asked me, almost dropping the chicken feed she was carrying.
"Chelsea," I grumbled as I headed for the door to the rooms.
"What did you do now, Vaughny?" Julia asked from the kitchen table. The dork was sitting next to her holding her hand. How creepy.
"She pushed me into the ocean," I snapped.
"She wouldn't just push you into the ocean, Vaughn. She's not a bitter person. You obviously egged her on or something."
I glared at her and stormed into my room. I quickly shed myself of everything; save for my black boxers. I then snatched a pair of black and grey plaid boxers and headed for the shower; the pole and bandana could wait a little bit.
It took me ten minutes to cleanse myself of salt water and another five minutes to dry my hair. I then headed back to my room. I dumped the contents of my bag onto the bed and quickly got dressed into an identical outfit. I then took the wet clothes to the laundry room; next door to the bathroom; and tossed my clothes, gloves, Chelsea's bandana and my Stetson into the washer. I was not going to have them smelling like salt for the next two days. I grabbed another belt, slipped it on and slung the wet one over the door of the closet. I then grabbed the fishing pole and headed out to the main room of the shop.
"There you are!"
I looked down slightly and Chelsea was standing right in front of me with a dark glare plastered on her face.
"Gimme that!" she hissed, snatching her fishing pole from me. "Cuz of you, I lost my favorite and only bandana! I hope you're happy," she growled.
I glared at her as my anger swelled. "How is it my fault?"
I failed to mention that the bandana was in the washer as we spoke. I felt bad that it smelled of ocean, so I thought I'd be nice and wash it for her. She's the one who jumped to conclusions.
"You threw me further into the ocean! That's when it slipped off my head! I want you to go back into the ocean and get it!" she snapped, poking me in the chest and glaring up at me.
"HA! There's no way in hell I'm gonna go fetch your bandana just because you don't know how to keep it tight around your big, fat, head!"
I regretted that instantly. Her face grew very red and I was afraid she might start crying; girls who cry a lot piss me off cuz they're really loud. Instead, she reached up and grabbed my white bandana, ripping it off of my neck.
"What do you think you're doing?" I growled, trying to snatch it back.
She dodged my attempts to grab the bandana and fastened it around her neck. She then pulled it over her hair and looked into the mirror on the wall by the door to the rooms.
"It's not the same, but it'll do until you buy me a new one," she said, sounding disappointed.
I glared at her, but said nothing. I instead went back into the rooms and headed to the laundry room. I yanked open the washer, grabbed her bandana, closed the washer (starting it back up as well), headed back out to her and thrust the bandana into her hands.
"I thought I was doing you a favor by washing it! It stunk like fish-boy down there, so I tossed the thing in with my shit! I'm sorry I was trying to do something nice for you! Don't ever ask me to again, you snot nosed brat!"
I snatched my bandana back and walked past her towards the front door. The look on Julia's face was easy to read: 'You'd best apologize, or she's gonna murder you', it said. Yeah, she was really gonna do something like that.
Mirabelle grabbed my wrist before I could walk out the front door. Or at least I thought it was Mirabelle. I turned and Chelsea was looking up at me sadly. She bit her lip and looked away with a light blush on her face.
"I'm really sorry Vaughn....I shouldn't have assumed that it was lost.....But you should have said something to me! Then I wouldn't have yelled at you!"
I thought to myself, ok Vaughn, smile at her and tell her it's no problem. It's not that hard, man, just smile.
"Hn. Whatever, brat," I said instead.
I walked out after shrugging her off of my arm. Why did I have to be such an asshole?
