One-Shot Collection

This was my first one-shot. I was in the mood, I believe, so I wrote it for no reason. It took three days LOL.

Title: The Final Scene.

Summary: Vaughn is confused. Could he really be in love with Chelsea?

Story Type: Experimental.

Stars: Chelsea and Vaughn.

Word Count: 1,003

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. These include the characters made up by Natsume for their games, or the characters created by other users. I'm simply using them to tell a story.

His mind had rested into a mysterious encounter he had never faced. His hands had started to sweat, and he started to damp them with his gloves, but the droplets still fell. His head, which had never gone through any type of pain, had started to hurt. It wasn't sharp, or dull, but more in the middle, and he wondered if this was what they called a "headache". His eyesight started fuzzing up as his headache worsened, and he wondered if this was a symptom. A symptom of something others had spoken. A symptom he had always dreaded. A symptom of something sweet, yet dreadful at the same time. He wondered if he had the symptom of "Love".

Vaughn had never thought this would happen. Night after night, day after day, morning after morning, it was always the same old routine. Get up in the early hours, work until late, eat, and then sleep. To him, it had been like a holiday from the noisy city, a paradise of his own. But all in all, things change, and the day SHE arrived was the day his life changed forever. She was a young girl around his age, with light brown hair and a red bandana around her head. She was a farmer, a darn good one if he could add. The villagers all around him, male and female, young and old called her "Chelsea".

At first, he was inconsiderate. Vaughn wouldn't talk to Chelsea, always keeping to himself, and wandered farther away from everyone else on the island. He didn't care what they thought, all the people he knew felt the same about him. That's why he preferred animals, because they judge. And people, boy did they judge, even stereotyped. But, Vaughn felt a new light wrap around his world as Chelsea, the new and bright farmer, made her way into his life. At first it was only a "hello" and a "goodbye" but a sentence or two kept getting added, and eventually, he couldn't get her out of his head. Chelsea's words echoed in his mind, and at times, he was one hundred percent positive she was haunting him. Eventually Vaughn caught himself flirting with Chelsea which made him come to realize that she wasn't haunting him, it was in fact, that he was in love.

Vaughn stood at the doorway, glancing at scenery. The farm, which Chelsea had started, now had a level 2 barn and a massive house. He noted the size before turning back to the door and lightly knocking. A bright voice echoed from behind the door, and it opened, ever so slightly. A pair of light blues eyes peeked out from behind the door. "Oh" The blue eyes disappeared, and the door, revealing the girl Vaughn couldn't seem to forget. The girl he had fallen in love with. There stood Chelsea.

He tilted his hat in front of his face, and started to murmur ever so softly. It was like a whisper of a ghost had entered the room with a gush of wind. "Hey" His head rose as he stared at the farmer with intent eyes. Her cheeks turned slightly pink as her head followed his to floor. "Hey"

Vaughn, finding it hard to concentrate, felt something very weird in the air today. It was almost...like she had figured him out, his feelings, his thoughts, everything! He stood there in the doorway for a quick second. "Can I come in?"

She looked at him with her soft eyes, nodding in agreement to his question. Vaughn entered the room, staring at his surroundings. The room was very spacious, including a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. His eyes went to the bedroom, to the bed, and he noticed the strange thing. The bed was for two people. His eyes found themselves back to the ground, before he turned his back towards the bed and faced Chelsea. Her smile hadn't appeared yet. In fact, she wasn't bubbly at all. Vaughn thought about the possibilities in his mind. "What's up?" He crossed his arms as he spoke, hoping to make Chelsea feel more comfortable.

Chelsea looked away from Vaughn's face, wondering what he was thinking. "Nothing" She lied.

"C'mon Chelsea" He shook his head and took a seat on her couch. "I know you better than that"

Chelsea followed him on to the couch and busted into tears. Vaughn sat there in shock, he had never seen Chelsea cry before. Actually, while we're there, eh had never even comforted a crying girl. Slowly, and uncomfortably, he put his arms around her shoulders, embracing her in a tight hug. Chelsea, still crying uncontrollably, buried her head in his chest. They sat like that for minutes, only to slightly break a part as Chelsea calmed.

"Sorry" she gasped, realizing what just took place "I didn't mean to..." She felt the tears start.

Vaughn put his hands back on her shoulders, hoping that the movements he made were right. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"My..." Chelsea started to studded. "C-cow is...d-dead" She felt a tug at her heart. "My first cow"

Vaughn was confused. All this fuss over a cow? "It's only a cow" he murmured under his breathe. "You can buy another"

Chelsea didn't answer for a moment. "That's not why I'm crying" she rubbed her eyes before staring at the cowboy.

"Then, why?"

"Because.." Chelsea looked down to the ground. "I thought...you'd be mad at me."

Vaughn was taken by surprise. Him? Mad at Chelsea, yeah right! He looked at the girl, who sat there, depressed over a small feeling of guilt. He sat there unable to find a way to cure her. But as he thought, he felt a small force pull him towards Chelsea, and she looked up, doing the same. They got close enough to feel each other's breath. And then, his lips were on hers.