We're having a heatwave~ Five minutes after a shower, my hair is totally dry—and totally frizzy. I'm hoping my compy doesn't fry. Ah…
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The Farmer and the Cowboy
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61. Winter
Vaughn despised winter for all its frigidity and its harshness, not to mention it made business slow; now he had more reason to hate it because it would keep him away from Chelsea at an inordinate amount of time.
62. Spring
"Sorry, calendar," she muttered, before ripping the paper to pieces, the latest victim of her black mood; she couldn't wait 'til the ice melted and her boyfriend could come back home, preferably in time for his birthday.
63. Summer
"Aren't you hot under all those black clothes?" She asked, and gasped when he smirked and took it the wrong way, "Pervert."
64. Fall
This season reminded him of apples, sweet and tart, and apples reminded him of how her kisses tasted, so in a roundabout way, autumn reminded him of Chelsea.
65. Passing
For a moment, their eyes met, before Chelsea looked away; it was a stolen glance, and a memory that would be sweetly savored later.
66. Rain
Chelsea laughed as she jumped in the puddles, catching frogs; her girl friends would have different reactions at the amphibians in her hands—Julia and Lanna would shriek their hearts out, Sabrina would very nearly faint, and Natalie would ask if frog really did taste like chicken.
67. Snow
Her first winter festival was a bittersweet memory; everyone looked happy, but her snowman looked miserable at best, and its rock-formed smile dripped with irony at how these people who benefited from her hard work wouldn't even help her make a snowman.
68. Lightning
Vaughn counted the seconds between the light and the sound, remembering something about how the shorter the interval, the closer the storm.
69. Thunder
Back at the Animal Shoppe, Chelsea literally jumped at the booming sound, almost tripping over herself; "Oh my," Mirabelle glanced out the window where the rain fell a little more ruthlessly, "Maybe you should stay the night, kiddo."
70. Storm
"Isn't this exciting? Our first sleepover!" Julia chattered excitedly as she prepared a mattress on the floor of her room, while Chelsea smiled thinly at the drumming sound of the rain on the roof.
71. Broken
"Ouch," she stubbed her toe against the door jamb on the way to the bathroom, subsequently bumping into a shirtless Vaughn still fresh from a shower.
72. Fixed
He raised an eyebrow, "You okay?" to which she nodded frantically, suddenly timid and unsure; he shrugged and entered his own room (he was Julia's relative, by the way, although how exactly were they related was up for grabs).
73. Light
When Chelsea locked the bathroom door behind her, she took a few deep breaths and let out a silent scream; when she looked at her reflection, she thought it was all the fluorescent's fault that she looked flushed and lovesick.
74. Dark
A few hours later, everyone was asleep, everyone but Chelsea; restlessly, she decided to make herself a glass of water before attempting to sleep again.
75. Shade
She flinched when a shadow moved in the kitchen, counting all the possibilities of what kind of monster she would encounter (vampire, werewolf, zombie, baby-eater, or evil harvest sprites…?!) until the refrigerator's inside light cut through the darkness.
76. Who?
Thank the Harvest Goddess, she almost sagged bonelessly in relief, it was just Vaughn up for a midnight snack.
77. What?
"Come to the dark side. We've got cookies," He offered when she warily approached him; she laughed and then propped herself up on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth in delight.
78. When?
Their interactions up to now had always been easy, only punctuated by their…disagreements, but something had definitely changed in perspective—the silence had never gone on for so long, or so awkwardly; in Mirabelle's little kitchen, two people looked like they were seeing each other for the first time.
79. Where?
From her celestial threshold, the Harvest Goddess let out a peal of laughter, it was really just a matter of time.
80. Why?
Chelsea actually found herself very content in his presence, and so after a heart-to-heart, she didn't wonder anymore if she was falling in love with Vaughn Vaults (already there).
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In IoH, if you find Vaughn in the forest during summer, he'll say something about 'am I hot under these clothes? Mind your own business." I just HAD to add it in here. The Rain sentence was based on a cherished childhood memory :) Anyone know Julia Fordham? The Passing sentence was based on one of her songs.
Can you tell how tired I was getting towards the end? By the way, sentences number 96 to 100 are the writer's choices. I'll do requests. Send them in!
