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Chapter Six
Happy Birthday Part 1
Chelsea's POV
I put the final picture in the scrapbook. Its been a whole year, today since I first came to the island. I label, 'Year 1' On the front of the scrapbook. It has pictures of Vaughn and I, in the fall and winter, but pictures of Natalie, Julia and I all year round. I look through all the pictures. There is one special picture of Vaughn and I at the winter Thanksgiving. I didn't know Natalie was taking the picture. Vaughn has his arm around me, and he's whispering something in my ear, and we're both smiling. I love his smile. The scrapbook is missing one thing; my brother. I miss him so much. Vaughn hasn't gotten a single chance to go to Stone Valley, let alone search for Cliff. I would have gone myself during winter, but with two new cows, a sheep and three chickens all at once it was pretty hard to take even half a day off. And no one was free to help me out in the fall when I had hardly any animals, but a huge field of crops. So many people have come to the island. A preacher and his friend Alisa who opened a church in the woods near the goddess pond. Other people include Pierre, who was the exact person Natalie was talking about. When I saw him, short and blond haired, and looks like the age of a ten year old, I almost burst out laughing. To make it worse he was carrying a spoon. Also a retired pop-singer named Lanna, who I noticed Denny seemed to be quite fond of. Also I discovered two natives who lived in the forest. And for a little while, we have a doctor named Dr. Trent. He's only here on vacation, but it puts me at ease to know that if someone is hurt, we have someone we can go to, not just Taro and his old tricks to "Stop the pain". Taro is the Grandfather I never had. He tells stories about growing up a million years ago. How he would sell lemonade two glasses a penny, or how he would use strawberries to make perfume for the little red-haired girl who sat next to him in school. Well, eventually her red hair turned lighter and light until it was pink and she had a little girl with Taro and the rest is history. Its early, five am, and I hear a knock at my door. I jump up to see who in sprite's it could be. Its Monday, so it can't be Vaughn with his early morning wake-up calls. And Natalie is probably dead to the world.
"Hello?" I say as I open the door. My mouth drops.
"Popuri!" I hugged her as tight as I could. She looked just as surprised as I did.
"What are you doing here?" I almost screamed out of excitement.
"I'm on spring vacation with Karen! What are you doing here? Does your brother know where you are? Wait, are you the rancher everyone's telling us about? I thought you were kidding about running away and were gonna go back home the night you stayed with me! I had no clue!" I laugh at all her questions
"I ran away. My brother has no clue where I am, and yes. I am the island's rancher. And of corse I was being serious. I'm not that immature that I'm never serious!" I invite her in, and we talk for a while until I have to ask her the question I've been dying to get an answer for the past year.
"Popuri...Has anyone back in Mineral town seen or heard from Cliff? I haven't seen him in forever..." I look away as she slowly shakes her head no. I curse under my breath. I would have taken my chances of seeing my mother by going into the city if it meant I could have just a day with Cliff.
"I'm sorry. We all knew how special you both were to each other,"
"We?" I ask.
"The entire school." I roll my eyes. We have a few moments of silence.
"So do you like that blond guy? Mack, right?" I give a sigh thats mixed with a laugh. Mack. He told me the day after our 'date' that he had no real feelings for me. We've been buds ever since. I always follow Vaughn's promise, and I'm never alone with him. I always have a friend within close range when I'm with Mark. I'm getting a little annoyed that Vaughn doesn't seem to trust me. When I see him talking to that spoiled ash-haired brat do I get jealous? Of corse not!
Well...Maybe a little.
"No. Why?"
"'Cause he seems like the kind of guy you would looove!" She laughs and expresses the word 'love' by making a Taylor Swift heart with her hands and putting it in the middle of her chest. I laugh, and glance at the clock. Its mid-morning already, and I have to get to work.
"Well, I don't looove Mark, and I have to get to work!" I say standing up. I may be sounding a little rude, but I have a job to do.
"Alright...I'm leaving the island Wednesday around noon, so we need to spend as much time together as possible! I'm at the Inn, so please make sure and drop by!" She and I walk out the front door. We wave goodbye, and I get started with the days work. As I milk the cow, I suddenly stop. Wednesday is Vaughn's birthday.
Mark's POV
I kick the sand. Stupid sand. I hate this. Its been over half a year, and I still hate this. Cheli and I have gotten to be great friends, but every time I bring up the goth cowboy, and how she can do so much better then that waste of air, she just goes quiet. I can make her laugh. Well, she makes me laugh. She doesn't really laugh at my jokes. Only smiles. A few weeks ago, I walked into the diner, and I saw Chelsea and Cowboy laughing, as though whatever they were laughing at was on of the funniest things in the world. When Vaughn saw me he stopped, but Chelsea asked me to join them. Then Vaughn kept glaring at me. When Chelsea wasn't looking, I glared at him back. It's clear we both hate each other, but we put on act for Chelsea. Haha, I love how Vaughn's face started to heat up when Chelsea and I talked about farming, and he didn't have anything to say. Chelsea noticed, and I could tell she felt bad. I could tell. Thats how much I know her. I know her like the back of my hand. I love her like the sunset. And I love the sunset. Who doesn't? The old cowboy thats for sure. I watch the waves hit the sand, I sigh. Its almost seven, and the sun is about to set. It is really warm, but the days are still really short. Its like we don't have enough time in the spring to really appreciate the newly found warm weather.
"Hey stranger." I look. It's my beautiful Chelsea. We haven't talked since the diner incident.
"Hey" I smile at her, and she smiles back. We sit on the sand, close enough to the water without getting wet. We talk until the stars in the sky light up her eyes. I hold back telling her I love her. I've never been in love before.
"Can you help me?" She says, looking at me.
"Of corse!" My heart races. Maybe she wants help with her farm, or her animals, or how to dump silver haired black hat wearing jerks.
"Can you help me decide what to get Vaughn for his birthday? You're a guy, what would you want?" I heart does its own little eye roll. I keep smiling. Its hard, but I do.
"I think...You should get him a scarf." I think its a great idea. She laughs.
"Be serious! I just know that Sabrina's gonna give him some expensive gift like a star, or the Eiffel Tower." I laugh.
"Come on, Sabrina's not that rich. She may not even know when his birthday is! Besides, she knows you guys are together. The whole island does." I look away at that last part.
"I just hate her. I hate her so much. I've hated her ever since the day I saw her in Vaughn's arms. And I am not the jealous type. I've never been the jealous type. Its just the thought of Vaughn being with someone else...it kills me. I love Vaughn. I love him with every part of my body and soul. I love him so much, it hurts. I'll do anything to keep him mine." Luckily its dark, and she can't see the goddess given tear going down my left cheek.
"I know what to give him." She says as she stands up, and runs away, leaving me alone in the cold night air.
I once heard that if you really love someone, you would let them go and do anything to see them be happy. Screw that. I want my Chelsea. My beautiful wonderful amazing brown-eyed wonder. Or blue eyed. Maybe hazel.
Doesn't madder.
Chelsea's POV
I finally finish planting the crops and taking care of my animals. The whole time I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, and focusing at the really matter at hand: Vaughn's birthday. I need a break, and head to the beach on my own. I see Mark all by himself. He looks distant. I look around the beach before I say anything to him, following Vaughn's promise. I see Eliza and Charlie playing a few yards away, and think its good enough.
"Hey stranger" I say. He quickly jolts to see me. I give him a warm smile and sit with him.
"Hey" He says. He seems fine now. We sit and talk, although I can't get Vaughn off my mind. The time goes by quickly, and Eliza and Charlie head home. I see Denny's lights on in his house, and hope Vaughn would understand. He's not really the understanding type though...He has a very bad temper. I discovered this when I threw a snowball at him this past winter, unknowing he was in a bad mood. He kinda screamed at me and his face got all red and he stormed off to Mirabelle's. Two hours later I finally gave in to be the better person and apologized. He said he was sorry for over-reacting. But to tell the truth...I think it was cute when he got so angry.
"Can you help me?" I ask. He gets a little excited for a second there.
"Of corse!" He smiles his never leaving smile. He's a guy. Sort of. Natalie says that the reason I'm friends with Mark is because he reminds me so much of Cliff. She may be right, but until I can see my brother again, Mark is here for me.
Especially when Vaughn isn't.
"Can you help me decide what to get Vaughn for his birthday?" He ponders the thought before saying,
"I think...You should get him a scarf." I laugh. He better be joking.
"Be serious! I just know that Sabrina's gonna give him some expensive gift like a star, or the Eiffel Tower." Now I'm being serious. I know that Sabrina and Vaughn have known each other since forever.
"Come on, Sabrina's not that rich. She may not even know when his birthday is! Besides, she knows you guys are together. The whole island does." His voice starts to trail off.
"I just hate her. I hate her so much. I've hated her since the day I saw her in Vaughn's arms. And I am not the jealous type. I've never been the jealous type. Its just the thought of Vaughn being with someone else...it kills me. I love Vaughn. I love him with every part of my body and soul. I love him so much, it hurts. I'd do anything to keep him mine." I sound rude and cold. But all of a sudden, it hits me. I got it!
"I know what to give him." I leave Mark in the sand and run all the way back to my house. I take the scrapbook out from its place on the shelf. I take out the picture. He's gonna be here in less then two days. Tomorrow I'll get the ingredients for cake at Chen's. Mirabelle and Julia and I are gonna throw a little party at the animal shop, and they asked me to provide the cake. I think Elliot and Natalie might be coming, and if Natalie's coming she's probably gonna bring her boyfriend, Pierre. I tell her she can do better, and that Pierre looks like a ten year old kid. Then she hits me. Julia and Elliot are dating, and Natalie gives her major crap about it. All Julia does is smile and say Elliot is smart and sweet; the perfect combination. I swear I'm the only one on this island with any sense anymore. Denny likes Lanna, but I haven't had the chance to talk to Lanna, except to introduce myself. Denny's a nice guy and all, but I'm kinda hopping that she's interested in Mark. I think he's lonely. Maybe all Mark needs is a few hours alone with Lanna... Its near midnight and I sigh. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and I'm not in the best shape because I've kinda been lazy this winter, so working has been hard these past few days.
I wake up to the stupid sun in my face.
"We are not starting this again!" Natalie screams in my ear. I don't budge. I don't wanna move any part of my body. I may have been a farmer for a year now, but I really need to start getting used to this getting up early.
"Why not?" I say to my wonderful pillow. Natalie has this thing where she checks up on the ranch at seven am every day to make sure I'm working. If I'm not, all heck breaks loose and she storms into my house.
Using the key I foolishly gave her.
"'Cause we go through this almost everyday anymore!" I roll my unopened eyes.
"Only every Tuesday." I say.
"Who cares? I, like the rest of the island get tired of seeing you this upset on Tuesdays, all because your arrogant, anti-social boyfriend hasn't been seen or heard from in a week. I have half a mind to dump water on your head yet again!" The total number of times Natalie has poured water on my head: fifty-seven. She makes me keep track in my notebook. Taro gave me the notebook to keep track of expenses, the weather, and junk like that. But Natalie insists I keep track of more important stuff. Like how many times I get soaked with freezing cold water.
"Meh!" I say to her.
"Don't make me get gramps!" I know she's talking about Taro, and with that I get up. As we sit down to eat breakfast, I hear her say,
"Works every time." I stick my tongue out at her, which is full of toast bits. She rolls her eyes.
"You need to grow up a little." She tells me.
As we walk outside, we wave goodbye and I carry on with the days work.
I finish up around one o'clock, and head to Chen's store. I would have finished up a lot sooner, but I kept stopping in the middle of whatever I was doing to watch the clouds. I'm lucky no one noticed, or people would grow suspicious that I'm not serious about being a farmer. I've never really cared what people think, but now I want everyone to see how great a ranch I can pull off. Word got around on how I'm from a rich family, thanks Julia, and now according to some people I can't work like a real ordinary person. Goddess, don't you hate it when people treat you different when they find out your life story?
Well I do.
"Hello there, Chelsea! What brings you here today?" Chen says as I walk though the door.
"Just need to pick up this list of items." I hand him my paternal Grandmother's recipe for chocolate cake with white icing. Before dad moved out, we would go to her house for Starry Night festival, and she would bake this cake. Around three, four years ago, she died. One of the things she had in her will for me was her big, hand written book of recipes. I made sure I took the recipes with me when I came here.
"Ahh, what's the occasion?" He says as he walks over to the shelves to gather the ingredients.
"Vaughn's birthday. We're throwing a small party at Mirabelle's tomorrow. You and Charlie should join us! It'll be fun!" I say. Mirabelle said she wouldn't mind the whole island coming to the party, so I see no problem with inviting Chen and Charlie.
"I'll see if we can make it with the store and everything. You and Vaughn are still together right?" I blush. Chen's a friend, but there's something about someone remarkably older asking about me about my relationship status that makes me nervous for some odd reason.
"Yeah," I say still blushing.
"Any plans to buy a blue feather? Haha!" I go blank.
"Uh..." Is all I can get out. Chen seems to notice my loss for words.
"Oh, don't you worry. I'm just kidding. You and Vaughn both have plenty of time to get married and have kids. So don't you whippersnappers, hehe, go rushing into anything, you hear?" I calm down a little bit, but my heart is still racing.
Marriage? Kids? With Vaughn?
I look at the blue feather Chen has in the glass jewelry case. No. I'm not ready. I'm too young. I'm not my brother. I refuse to get married at my age.
I'll be eighteen in a season...
No.
Chen gives me the stuff, and I give him the gold. As I walk out the door, I look at the blue feather one last time. A memory from eighth grade art class comes back...
I watch my art teacher draw on the white board using the blue marker.
"Who can tell me what this represents?" She points to the feather on the board. I watch several students raise their hands. All of us know what it is, but like me, half the class just doesn't want to participate. Cliff doesn't raise his hand, and is looking out the window. He's in his own little world.
"Cliff?" says. He doesn't answer. I nudge him. Still no answer. I nudge him harder.
"What?" He comes back to reality. A couple students chuckle at his cluelessness.
"What does this symbol represent?" She's getting a little annoyed. Cliff has that tendency with teachers. Teachers always loved me until they learned that Cliff and I are related. Then they would hate me until I could prove that I am not the kind of student my brother is. He and I act and look alike, but we're not the same person.
No matter what Mother says.
"It's what you give to someone when you ask them to marry you. I think its a symbol of love, right?"
"Yes, exactly now the legend of the blue feather started at the beginning of mankind over-" I zoned out. We eventually made fake blue feathers that day in class. I got a 'B-' on mine, because I took too long making it. I threw it in the trash when I got home.
I reach my house, and start making the cake, following every direction carefully. I don't know what happened to Cliff's blue feather. Maybe he kept all these years and gave it to Ann. Or maybe he payed for a real one. Maybe he didn't buy one at all. I put the cake in the oven, and set the timer. Grandmother has on here to put the oven at a hundred and fifty degrees, and to let it bake for whole day. Its five now, and it should be ready for the party tomorrow. I wonder if Mirabelle told Vaughn about the party...
Sabrina's POV
I walk to Chen's shop. I hope its not too late. Its around six, and I need to pick up Vaughn's gift. Well, part of Vaughn's gift. When we were little, we went trick-or-treating, and his mother took a picture of us in our costumes. I was a princess, and he was a prince. In my head, he was my prince. He kept claiming he was too old for this, but I think his Mother and Father made him. He surly didn't complain when he saw the treats he had gathered. Well, anyways, I found the picture in my old diary, and I made a painting out of it. Now all I need is a frame.
"Hello there, Sabrina! What can I do for you? Nah, let me guess...A present for Vaughn?" I blush.
"Ho-how d-did you know?" I'm a little creeped out right now.
"Haha, Chelsea was in here earlier today. She said that Vaughn's birthday was tomorrow, and I know you and Vaughn are good friends." I cringe at the name of that female devil, but I feel better when Chen says that Vaughn and I are friends. Vaughn and I talk only once a week, and thats when I tend to make sure I'm at the beach at eight am, every tuesday morning to make sure I catch him alone, with out that girl in the way. Charlie is usually playing on the beach around that time, so I assume that he just tells his dad everything.
"Really? What did she get him?" I look at the glass container. The blue feather is still in its place, and it makes my heart rest a little.
"Just ingredients for a cake. Anyways, what can I get you?" I hand him the measurements for the frame that I need. He picks out the frame from the shelve. As he hands me the bag, I thank him, and head out the door, until he calls me.
"Sabrina, could you tell Chelsea that Charlie and I can't make the party? Something came up," Party? What party?
"Sure thing." I walk out the door and head home to wrap Vaughn's present. As I pass the road to the ranch, I sigh and head up the long pathway. I set the package right next to the door, and knock. She opens the door. She's a mess. She has flour on her cheeks and all over her clothes. Her shoes are covered in mud, and her hair is just a big birds nest. I'm so thankful I'm not a farmer.
"Hi. What's wrong?" She says.
She obviously doesn't know I hate her.
"Nothing. Chen and Charlie can't make the party," She looks surprised. It's hard to even look at this...this...gah, I can't even find words to describe this evil girl.
"You knew about the party?" She tilts her head to the left. I stand up straight. I look into her house. Its a pigsty. Her little work station with scissors and glue and glitter are all over the floor in the corner, and the kitchen...The kitchen is just horrifying. But it does smell good. Smells like vanilla.
"Yes. Vaughn invited me... tomorrow at six right? Mirabelle's shop?" I see some anger in her eyes, but she covers it quickly.
"Uh, yeah. Hope you can make it." She says.
"Wouldn't miss it." I smile at her. She smiles at me. "Well, I have to go. See you tomorrow!" I grab my bag, and walk away. I hear the door slam behind me, and I can only chuckle to myself. I don't feel bad for lying. At all.
Chelsea's POV
I hear a knocking at the door, and feel yucky. I feel yucky because I have to get up. I'm in a real comfortable spot on the floor in my favorite corner, wrapping Vaughn's present. I found a black handkerchief I stole from Mother a few years back in the dresser, and put it with the picture of Vaughn and I. I don't have a frame, or the money to buy one, so Vaughn's gonna have to put it in his wallet or something. As I open the door, I have half a mind to slam it in her face. Sabrina.
"Hi. What's wrong?" I say. Why are you here, is more of the lines I want to say.
She obviously doesn't know I hate her.
"Nothing. Chen and Charlie can't make the party," Aw, thats too bad...Wait a second, how does she know about the party? I kept it quiet, Natalie and Julia kept it quiet...Must have been Elliot or Denny.
"You knew about the party?" I ask. I'm actually kinda curious on how she knew.
"Yes. Vaughn invited me... tomorrow at six right? Mirabelle's shop?"
I did not kill her. I am very proud of myself.
Uh, yeah. Hope you can make it." I say. I have a feeling I could take her, if she and I ever got in a fight. We're both small, but I'm a farmer. I have muscle...Well, at least I will by summer...
"Wouldn't miss it." She gives me her mousey little smile, and I force one back at her.
"Well, I have to go. See you tomorrow!" As soon as she is no more then five steps away, I slam the door with every ounce of strength I have.
Vaughn's POV
I wake up at four am, and walk off the boat. I try to sneak into Aunt Mirabelle's shop unnoticed, but I run into Julia in the kitchen.
"Happy birthday! How's it feel to be eighteen?" She's all smiley and happy. Goddess, I hate mornings.
"FIne. I'm going to bed for another two hours." I head into my room, and lie there for two minutes.
"Vaughn! Time to get up!" Mirabelle says. I glance at my alarm clock, and I throw it across the room. I get up.
"Well, we know what to get you for your birthday now!" She chuckles at her little joke. I roll my eyes. The woman walks away, and I get ready for the day.
When I walk down to breakfast, there is a steaming hot bowl of porridge and a cup of black coffee. My favorite.
"Vaughn, did Chelsea tell you about the party?" Julia asks me, as she and Mirabelle sit down to eat. My heart does a flip at Chelsea's name.
"No. What party?" I don't want a party. I just want to see Chelsea, and thats the only birthday gift I need.
"Well we, Julia, Chelsea and I, have invited some people over tonight."
"Who?" I hope Denny can make it. He was in town over the weekend, and he and I got to talking. He's a pretty cool dude. I would even consider him a friend.
"Well, Natalie and Elliot can make it, along with Pierre and Denny. Oh, and Chelsea of corse." I smile. Seems like a good guest list. I stand up, and put my dishes in the sink.
"I better get started." I head to the back of the store, and unload the shipment of pet feed. I hear the front door open,
"Hello Vaughn. Happy birthday!" Sabrina. She's holding a neatly wrapped package.
"Thanks. You didn't have to get me anything." She hands me the baby sheep wrapping paper covered package.
"I didn't buy it. I made it. I'm coming to the party tonight, but I wanted to give this special to you, to avoid the madness of the party." As I open the package, my mouth drops. Then I smile. The old picture. This was the last picture of me before my parents died. It was taken almost ten years ago...It was back when my hair was black, just starting to turn silver at the top. This was one of the last happy times of my childhood. I look at Sabrina.
"Thank you. This means...so much to me. I can't thank you enough." I give her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles a Chelsea sized smile. I rarely see Sabrina smile like that. I've never seen Sabrina smile like that.
"No problem!" She runs out the door.
"What in the name of helping harvest goddess was that?" Julia says. I turn around to see her standing the doorway.
"What was what? She gave me a birthday present, and I thanked her." She rolls her eyes.
"I can't believe you kissed her! I have a mind to go tell Chelsea right now!" I roll my eyes.
"It was just a quick peck on the cheek. No big deal. I love Chelsea, and I never have, and never will feel anything for Sabrina, besides friendship." Her eyes grow wide at something I said, and that makes me nervous.
"Wait a sheep shearing second, did you say you love Chelsea?" Holy cow crap, I'm in love with Chelsea! And I've been spending too much time with my cousin.
"Yeah...I think I'm in love with Chelsea..." Julia runs to the door, but I catch her just in time.
"Oh no you don't!" I say, grabbing her ponytail. She yelps, and hits me on the arm. I can tell she's really trying to hurt me, although its not working.
"Grr, I hate you Vaughn." She says.
"Hate you too. Now I got work to do." I carry on with my work, until noon. Mirabelle got tired of me skipping out on my work, to spend time with Chelsea, that she and I now have a official deal; I have to work until noon, then I can be with Chelsea.
"See you later!" I say as I walk out the door. I walk up the path to Chelsea's ranch, and try to find her in the field. No luck there. I look in the barn, and I see her milking a cow. I hear her talking to someone out of my eyesight. If its that Mark kid I'm gonna-
"Well, it was a great visit but I gotta get back home." Its a girl's voice. I sigh of relief.
"Aww, it was great to have you stay on the island. Even for such a short time. " Chelsea says. Her voice is the most wonderful sound I've heard in a week. They still haven't notice me, so I stay hidden right behind a rather large cow.
"And don't you worry. I'm gonna head to Stone Valley over summer vacation, so I'll keep an eye out for Cliff, so thats one less thing to worry about. Right?" The girl says. There is a few moments of silence when I figure thats my cue. I stand up and pretend to enter the room.
"Vaughn!" Chelsea says as she runs to me. Her hug almost knocks me over, surprising to me. Didn't know she was that strong. I guess thats what happens when you fall in love with a farmer.
"Happy birthday!" She says to me. She looks up, and I kiss her. This moment, made this birthday wonderful.
"Is that the Vaughn? Your cowboy boyfriend?" The girl says. She has pink hair, and a long pink dress. Kinda reminds of Chelsea's childhood home.
"No, he's just some random cowboy who I kiss and get excited about and they have the same name and whose birthday is today. Of course its him!" They laugh, and I roll my eyes at being called cowboy for hundredth time.
"Well, I really have to go. The noon ship's gonna leave soon." She and Chelsea hug, and say goodbye. When the girl, whose name I never caught, is gone, I help Chelsea with her cows.
"Old friend?" I ask.
"Yeah. I went to school with her. She says she's gonna try and find Cliff when she's in Stone Valley this summer."
"Thats good." I'm a little curious about Chelsea's brother. She says that they look alike, resembling their dad. In fact, I kinda wanna meet her dad too. But Chelsea says she hasn't seen him in years.
"I'm trying hard not to get my hopes up." She says. I don't respond. As we put the milk in the shipping bin, she keeps a bottle of the best milk in her bag. She sees me eyeing the milk.
"This is a present for you... but for later." She gives me her sweet smile. I smile back. I walk closer and closer to her. I kiss her. I hold her in my arms, and thank the goddess I'm not Mark. He doesn't deserve her. Neither do I, but Cheli doesn't know that. She doesn't see the dirty truth behind Mark's smile when he looks at her. I do. Chelsea looks up at me, with her beautiful blue eyes.
"Look at that cloud! It looks like a sheep!" She says, pointing to a cloud. I look up, and see that one of the many puffy white clouds in the sky, actually does look like a sheep.
"That one looks like a rock" I say, pointing to a different cloud. She giggles.
"Very creative," She says. She sits on the ground and I join her. We end up lying in the grass, cuddled in each other's arms, and look at the clouds. hours go by, with stolen kisses, and sweet smiles, and breathing the fresh spring air. I don't want this moment to end, but it has too, just like all great moments. Chelsea looks at her watch and squeals.
"What's wrong?" Her high pitch sound alarms me.
"The cake! Its gonna burn!" She runs inside the house. As I catch up to her, she is pulling a brown lump out of the a cake? Oh goody.
"Need some help?" She sighs, as she pulls out a bowl of icing out of the fridge.
"No. You're not aloud to see the cake until the minute you blow out you're candles." I sit on the couch, trying to glance at the cake, without success I might add, while making conversation.
"They seriously had a fight on whether a tomato is a fruit or a vegetable?" I said. We're talking about Natalie and her brother and how they can never get along ever.
"Yes!" She looks at me. "What do you think it is?" Vegetable. Duh. Everybody knows that, except for Natalie.
"Vegetable. Duh. Everybody knows that, except for Natalie." Chelsea looks at me.
"You can't be serious. Its a fruit. Scientific fact." I give her a questioning look.
"No, you're wrong, honey. It's a vegetable. Julia told me th-" I realize my own stupidity. All these years and I never put it together. "Who cares? Its stupid to argue about something so idiotic" I say.
"Sure." She says, wrapping the cake in its packaging.
"Ready to go?" She says as she turns to me.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I say, standing up.
"It'll be fun! Unless that girl-" She whispers her last words, and I can't catch what she said.
"What?" I say.
"Nothing." We walk to the shop, and I try to ignore my gut, which is telling me that this party is gonna be filled with drama. The look at Chelsea's face is enough to make my gut me silent. She's so beautiful with the falling sun glistening in her hair. She's smiling. She's smiling for no reason at all. I love it. A year ago I was miserable and lonely. Now, I'm happy and filled with joy...two days a week.
I think I know what to give Chelsea for her birthday...
Oh, what is he thinking, that silly cowboy? ;) The party will be in the next chapter! So be sure to brace yourself! If you wanna send me your sweet reviews, be sure to give me any ideas I can work into the party! It will almost be certain to be put in!