Here is number four! It's VaughnxChelsea, and although I have never played IoH, I still love this pairing! But please, bear with me through any OOC-ness, I don't really understand the characters :( And thanks for all of the reviews! And thanks to anybody who's just plain old reading this story! Also, this chapter is dedicated to kittykyo5467, who showed me this awesome pairing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon. Really?

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Chelsea grinned stupidly as she skipped through the town. She didn't mind how idiotic she may have appeared, for she was too happy to let those thoughts worry her. Today was the day that the villagers that had moved in were throwing a holiday party, and the very thought of it made her giddy with excitement, causing a quickening in her step.

Finally, after what felt like far too long, she arrived at the beach. Streamers were strung everywhere, in just about every color of the rainbow, Christmas trees and Hanukkah menorahs used as decorations, and lanterns that gave off a good deal of light were hung up. Everyone was laughing and chatting, giving off the positive glow of friendship. Ah, yes, this is what Chelsea had been waiting for.

Denny walked up to her, smiling, Kuu, as always, perched atop his shoulder, "Hey Chelsea! How's it going?"

"Awesome!" replied the farmer joyously, "I'm so happy everyone came!"

"Well, almost everybody…" Denny's voice trailed off.

"Who didn't come? I mean – who wouldn't want to come?" She grabbed him by the collar, "Who? Tell me!"

"Guess."

"Err…" She tapped her chin as she thought, until a light bulb went off and it became so dreadfully obvious. There was only one man in this village that wouldn't bother to come, "Vaughn!"

"Right."

"But why? It's a Wednesday, so he should be here!"

"Yea, and he is. He just didn't feel like coming."

"So…that means…he's a jerk?" Carefully planning out her words caused awkward pauses in what she had said, but Chelsea's voice still held the same amount of impact – or lack thereof.

"Kind of." The fisherman shrugged, "I bet you could go out and find him."

"Really?"

"Yea, I saw him over on the other side of the beach."

"I'm going to go find that boy! Don't forget it! I'll be back and he's coming with me!" Pumping her fist into the air, she stormed off, her steps proud and her head held high, ready to teach that guy who's boss.

That extremely hot guy. Her thoughts reminded her of his silver hair and cool eyes…

No! She couldn't let her thoughts wander like that. That's not right! He's Vaughn, the antisocial visitor that always manages to be mean to her!

But that hat is sexy…

Now that's just plain wrong, her conscious reminded her…er, other conscious. Sort of. She doesn't know why her brain argues with her brain, but it happens occasionally.

Trying to walk off thoughts of the animal trader, Chelsea stomped her feet into the ground and desperately distracted herself with the surrounding areas.

Why, that's a pretty tree, now isn't it, Chelsea? Good conscious asked.

"Yea, it is."

Oh, and that flower is pretty as well.

"Yea, I think I might grow some of those on my farm, they're so pretty!"

"…Why are you talking to yourself?"

"Hmm?" Chelsea, so caught up in her own conversations with herself, walked straight into the guy she had been desperately trying to forget.

"Pay attention." He replied flatly, his eyes gazing out at the ocean.

"What do you mean?"

"You were talking to yourself and not paying attention, so you walked into me."

"So?"

"I'm just saying that you should stop talking to yourself and pay attention so you don't walk into me."

"I'm confused."

"Well, that's not my issue."

"Ugh!" She groaned, her temper flaring, "Now, Mister I'm-so-perfect-that-I-don't-talk-to-myself, why aren't you at the holiday party?"

"I didn't feel like coming."

"But every resident of this island is there." She retorted, like it was so dreadfully obvious – which it was, at least to her.

"I don't live on this island."

"Well, yea, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't go! You're here, you're visiting, and you're as good as a member of this island, so you better go."

"I'd rather not." His tone remained monotonous, uncaring and unemotional, but the darkness hid what his expression could be. It made Chelsea wonder…

"You. Are. Coming." The bandana clad girl stated, latching onto his arm and beginning to drag him.

"Hey-! Let go of me!"

"I told you that you were coming, even if I have to drag you there!"

"I'm stronger than you!" He untangled from her grasp, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. Of course, he was Vaughn, and he refused to let the color of his face change simply because a girl grabbed onto his arm and attempted to pull him to a festival.

"Come to the party! It's not the same without you there!"

"I don't see a difference."

"But I do." Chelsea pleaded, her eyes wide, "Please, Vaughn, just this once. Do this for me."

"…Fine." He moaned, and she smiled once more, pulling him by his wrist down to the party, laughing the whole way.

And it didn't matter if he didn't want to come; she made it worth it.

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I hope this came out ok. I really don't know where I was going with this one, but I think it came out decent, right? (: …I haven't played IoH, so there may be personality screw-ups, but I hope it was fine otherwise. Please review (and pairing requests are still being accepted!)