A/N: I am very proud of myself for keeping up with this story so diligently, I hope you all appreciate it too! I just have too much fun writing this story. Thank you all for reading.

Chelsea POV

I saw Mark's blonde head as I began walking to the exit of the boat. I noticed a few tourists getting on, but I didn't see any other people getting off here. Great. I walked over to where he was waiting, smiling softly at me. "Hey, sis." He smiled slightly pulling me into a hug. I held tight to Near and Mello.

"Hi." I mumbled awkwardly and he pulled back to look at me.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" He teased.

I scowled.

"Relax, I'm just kiddin' around with you." He drawled in an annoying twang.

"Ha Ha." I muttered. He ignored my attitude and picked my bags up. I didn't know why I was being so hostile towards him. I just hadn't seen him in a while and I guess my resentment has been building up in me. He never did anything personal to me, I just was bitter about the whole situation.

I was jolted from my thoughts as my Mello arm collided with something hard. Or rather, someone.

I looked up at the person whom I'd crashed into. Vaughn turned and lowered his eyes at me, I rolled mine and brushed past him. It was an accident. I followed Mark up the beach and felt Vaughn's eyes burning into my back. It wasn't my fault. What the fuck was he doing just standing there anyways? I turned quickly to catch a glimpse at the cowboy, and noticed the boat chugging away, Vaughn and I being the only two to have gotten off. He was standing on the end of the dock staring down into the water.

What was he thinking? I turned back around and saw Mark's head turned a little towards me. "What?" I mumbled.

He laughed, "You haven't changed a bit, Chels. Always off in your own world."

I continued following him.

"I said, you're going to love it here. It's a lot like Forget-Me-Not. Small town, everyone's nice, it has a nice range of places."

"What do you mean?" I asked speeding up to keep up with him. He walked quickly and sturdily. I looked at his arm and back and noticed that he had gained a lot of muscle since she last saw him when we were 17.

He pondered a moment, "Like there's the beach, the forest, the mountains, the jungle. Lots of nature around here. And plenty of wild animals," he added hastily. "You'll love it."

I nodded behind him, doubting it. We passed a few buildings and then arrived on the farmlands. It was a pretty nice sized plot. I immediately noticed his field to the right. It was huge and full of freshly planted seeds that had already been watered. There was a barn and a coop farther back and his house was to the left. I followed him to it and he opened it up. It was nice, it seemed homey.

"You can stay in my old room, I've moved to the master." He said quietly, obviously still grieving the death that I didn't linger on at all.

He led me to a room with a double bed, a dresser, a closet, and a nightstand. What grabbed my attention though was the window seat. I stared at the soft blue curtains that draped delicately around it, and the light gray cushions that seemed to have not gotten much use lately. I dropped Mello's leash and set Near on the dresser and walked to the window seat. I touched the simple framework on the window and sat gently on the cushion.

Mark leaned in my doorway. "I used to sit there all the time, it's a perfect view of the town and the ocean." He said nostalgically. I turned my gaze to the view behind me. It was stunning. I could see all of the little shops we had passed earlier and the dock and the beach. I could even make out a figure sitting in the sand. I looked away.

"It's beautiful." I whispered. "Thank you."

Mark smiled and shrugged, "I should be the one thanking you." He came and sat next to me on the cushion. "Things just got to be way too much for me when they passed…" I touched his hand softly.

"I know, Mark. I understand." I comforted him.

He nodded solemnly, "Well once you get settled in I'll show you around."

I thanked him again and he left.

I looked around the room after I had unpacked. I had thrown my clothes, that Julius had packed, into the dresser, set up my art supplies and set up Near's terrarium. I slung Mello's leash onto the bed. Now that we were here, back on solid ground he'd be okay without it for a while. I set my incense tray up on the nightstand and threw Julius' lighter next to it. I walked to the door and Mello trotted after me. Mark was leaning against the kitchen table staring out the window. I twisted my earrings nervously.

I looked down a hall to my left and saw a couple doors, and right next to my room was another door. I looked around the big open space that was clearly the entire living area. There was a TV against the wall and a large brown couch across from it with a coffee table in front of it. There was a big kitchen area that seemed bare, Mark must not have used it very recently. There was a book shelf and a big storage case and a mantle with a few pictures on it. Mark, who was staring out the window that was between the bookshelf and the kitchen, looked over at me.

"Do you like it?" He smiled.

"It's beautiful." I said quietly.

"That door next to your bedroom is your bathroom and down that hall is the master and the other bathroom. Want to see the town?" He smiled, it didn't reach his eyes, though.

Not particularly… I thought bitterly, looking longingly at my tattoo gun sitting on the ground in my bedroom. I moved my gaze to the tired eyes of my twin brother, they were full of pain and hope, and I couldn't say no.

I followed him to the door and we walked down through his farm and into the little town. I wandered behind him with Mello at my heels. My hair was down in two loose braids and the swung just above my hips. My red bandana was tied up in the unruly short layers that refused to stay in the braids at all. I wore the same clothes as yesterday.

I was a generally slow walker, it had pissed Julius off on several occasions. "Come on Chels, we're going to be late!" I could almost hear Julius fretting now. I gave a small smile, I missed him.

"Hmm?" I said, just in case Mark had said something and I missed it.

"Jesus, Chels, you're literally always somewhere else aren't you? I said I'm going to introduce you to Taro's family first."

I followed him into a house and immediately I noticed a tiny old man with a bald head, but the bushiest eyebrows I had ever seen on anyone in my entire life. Including Dale. He wore little blue overalls and a red kerchief, and he carried a wooden cane. He's adorable, I smiled to myself, I've always thought old people were cute. Then he spoke, "Hey boy. Who is this gal?" He squawked at Mark, successfully destroying the adorable vision I had of him.

"Taro, this is my sister Chelsea. She is here to help me out on the farm for a while until I get back on my feet."

"Chelsea, eh? She doesn't look like much of a worker." Taro said pointedly to Mark.

"I am." I cut in, speaking for myself. "I grew up on a farm."

He eyed me, "Once a farm girl, always a farm girl." He said laughing, as though what he said was the funniest thing to ever come out of his mouth.
I attempted to smile at the man, but was cut off when he abruptly stopped laughing and grew serious once more. "Working on a farm is no easy thing." He warned. That sounded familiar…

"I know it isn't. I'm fully aware that I have a fair amount of work ahead of me." I said.

He eyed me.

"Oh, dad, stop it." A woman said wiping her pale fingers on a dish towel before walking over to us. "I'm Felicia, sorry about my father, he's a little overbearing." She smiled kindly. Her hair was in an intricate looking ponytail, but what I noticed the most was the color. It was cotton candy pink. It reminded me so much of Yolanda that I nearly burst into tears. She had a very kind face and gentle eyes. She wore a long dress with many frills and bows.

"I'm Chelsea." I smiled politely.

"Natalie, Elliot, come out here!" She called in a stern but sweet-as-pie voice.

Moments later a young boy and girl came out of the room. Well, young as in my age. The boy was scrawny and pale with his mom's hair. It was shaggy and in his eyes, but not in an edgy, punk way. In a way that meant he needed a haircut desperately and he knew it. He had large circular glasses on his big, sad looking brown eyes. His blue t-shirt hung on his bony shoulders, and his green pants were held together tightly at the waist with a brown belt. He looked anxious and nervous. To his left stood a girl with a short pink bob, the same pink as her mom's. She had chocolate brown eyes that were narrowed defensively at me. She wore a plain olive green t-shirt and khaki pants. She had her arms crossed and seemed ice cold.

"This is Chelsea. She's Mark's sister, and she's here to help him on his farm until he gets it up and running again."

The boy stuck out his shaky hand, "Hi, I'm Elliot. Nice to meet you, Chelsea." He said in the exact little unsure voice I had pictured him to have. He was polite though, I'd give him that, I thought as I shook his little hand. It was hard to believe he was my age.

I glanced at the girl. "You know Mark, if you needed help on your farm I would have helped. I'm sure Julia would have, too." She said icily, glancing at Elliot who turned beet red. Taro whacked her leg with his cane, I tried not to smirk.

"I'm Natalie." She grumbled, not making eye contact with me.

"Nice to meet you both." I said politely, turning to Mark, wishing to leave the tension-filled room. He was on the same page because we said our goodbyes quickly and left. Not even before we shut the door the family erupted.

Mark just chuckled and shook his head. "That Natalie is a firecracker."

"She likes you."

He glanced at me but didn't say anything. We walked across the path to a little convenience shop where we met a man named Chen and his son Charlie who was positively adorable. We crossed the way again and entered a Carpenter's shop where I saw the biggest man in my life. He was massive.

"I'm Gannon." He said gruffly, but smiled a big goofy grin and blushed a little when I shook his hand and introduced myself.

He introduced us to his gorgeous little girl Eliza. She was tiny with little blonde ringlets in red bows, and a fluffy dress. She squealed when she saw Mark and he scooped her up and spun her around while she giggled wildly. Mark always had a soft spot for children. I watched as Gannon proudly watched his beautiful girl spin around happily. It was hard to believe she was his daughter. They looked nothing alike. Mark set down the giddy child and we made our way back outside, the sun was just about setting now.

"I can show you the rest tomorrow if you wan-"

"Marrr-rrk!" A voice called out.
Mark spun, "Oh, hey Julia." He smiled. It was the first time he actually meant it all day, I noticed.

A blonde girl with a high ponytail came trotting over to us. She was blessed with a beautiful body and she knew it. She was proud to show that thing off. She had on a cropped button up, with her girls spilling out the top, and denim daisy dukes. She had on high white cowboy boots as well.

"Who's this?" The girl asked, looking at me. Judging by her appearance I would have expected her to be a bitch, but her huge blue eyes were so full of innocence and genuine curiosity that I could tell she was actually very down-to-earth.

"I'm Chelsea. Mark's sister. I'm here to help him out on the farm until he gets the hang of it alone." I answered sticking out my hand. She shook it eagerly, then pouted at Mark. "You know, if you ever need any help you can always ask us."

He shrugged and blushed, "Yeah I know. Thanks Jules."

My heart plummeted upon hearing my nickname for my best friend. I missed him. How could I leave him? I promised I never would.

"Why didn't you bring Chelsea by the animal shop?" Julia asked, looking at my Mello who was nervously behind my legs, but emerged to sniff Julia's welcoming hand. "She obviously likes animals." She giggled as Mello licked her nose.

"I was just about to." Mark countered as he began following Julia into what I could only assume to be the animal shop.

"Mooooom!" Julia sang as a plump little woman came walking out from the kitchen. "This is Chelsea! Mark's twin sister. She's helping him on the farm for a while!"

"Nice to meet you, dear." The woman smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Mirabelle. This is the animal shop and our home. I'm sure you'll be in here a lot, to care for the animals." She smiled.

I smiled back, and shook her hand as well, feeling very welcome, but still missing home.

"Hi, Mark." I heard a deep voice say and boots hit off the floor and keep going.

"Hey Vaughn!" Mark said happily waving. "He seems in a good mood today." He smiled at Julia and Mirabelle.

I wrinkled my eyebrows, That was a good mood? All he did was say hi. I did not want to see him in a bad mood.

"Vaughn come here! We have company!" Mirabelle shouted at him, then whispered to me, "Sorry, my nephew can be… tough."

"I said hi." He responded from down the hall.

"No we have a new islander!" She called happily.

"I don't care." He muttered.

I pursed my lips. This was a good mood?

Mirabelle wrung her hands, "I'm really sorry, dear. He'll come around."

"Don't worry about it, I didn't want to meet him anyways." I said with ice in my voice, but I winked at Mirabelle. She smiled. She was obviously used to dealing with cruel people.

Vaughn POV

I finished up feeding the chickens and opened the door to the house. I saw Julia's blonde head and Mirabelle, talking to Mark.

"Hi Mark." I mumbled as I walked by, not wanting to get into conversation.

"Hey Vaughn!" He called out cheerily as I made my way down the hall towards my room.

"Vaughn come here! We have company!" I heard Mirabelle's cheery voice.

I groaned, didn't she hear my exchange earlier?

"I said hi," I yelled back, really wishing she would just leave me the hell alone.

"No, we have a new islander!"

I stopped for a minute, it had to be Chelsea. She was Mark's sister, I totally forgot about her. Oh well, it'll be like we never even met.

"I don't care." I shot back, nastily.

I heard Mirabelle say something. Probably trying to apologize for her nephew's asshole behavior again. And the girl is probably afraid of me now. I just know how to scare everyone away, I can't help it if that's my only talent.

"Don't worry about it, I didn't want to meet him anyways." I heard the icy voice.

I tried not to smirk. That bitch. She was taunting me, starting a war with me. She had no idea what she was about to get herself into…
Or maybe it was the other way around.

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