El Gasp! Winter Thanksgiving is tomorrow! What will happen on this embarrassing holiday?

Chapter 7:

I sneezed. I'm going to catch a cold! Not on Winter Thanksgiving… I groaned. I was at Chen's store handing over some money for chocolate.

"Whoa! Your sick!" Charlie exclaimed.

Chen jumped when I sneezed. "Catching a cold? That must be hard if you plan on giving anyone chocolate."

I nodded and he gave me my chocolate. "I hope you feel better soon." He said.

"Me too." I sighed as I gave another sneeze.

I was walking down to my farm sliding my scarf over my nose. I hate being sick. I thought miserably.

"Chelsea?"

Mark walked toward me. "Are you okay?" He asked, worried.

"Oh? I'm fine! Why do you ask?" I said cheerfully trying to hide my sickness.

He gently took my scarf and pulled it down to reveal my face.

"Your sick."

"Yeah…" I gave in.

He took my wrist and pulled me until I was on my porch as he opened the door.

"Stay here while I go get you some medicine." He said.

"Mark, I'm fine." At that moment I sneezed.

He folded his arms across his chest.

I sighed. "Okay, I'm not fine." I sat on my bed.

"Right. So I'll be right back."

He gently shut the door behind him as he ran off for some medicine.

I stared after my friend. He was never mad at anyone for anything. I gripped the bottom of my jacket. Such a good friend… The next thing I know, I drifted off to sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes. Oh yeah. I'm in bed sick when tomorrow is the winter festival. I thought bitterly. I looked on the little counter for my clock, but instead I saw medicine and a note. I sat up, took the note and saw the signature. Mark.

I felt around the paper and chocolate was inside the note. Huh?

Dear Chelsea,

You look so adorable when you sleep! I can't get over it.

There's some medicine on the table, you're probably feeling better already though.

When you feel the slightest bit sick, take it or I won't leave you alone until you do!

The winter festival is tomorrow. A lot of guys are waiting for you to give them chocolate, so don't let anyone down.

Sincerely, Mark.

I smiled. Mark was so caring. I held the chocolate. I would definitely give him some tomorrow. I put the paper and chocolate back on the counter, got into my nightclothes, took a dose of medicine and drifted off to sleep.

I was feeling much better the next day. I sat on the side of my bed and stretched. I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and took some chocolate. I hurried through my farm work and ran down to the beach.

"Denny!" I called. He was sitting on the dock as he turned around. He grinned.

"Hey, Chelsea!" He said.

I smiled and handed him the chocolate. He took the chocolate, surprised.

"What? Do you not like chocolate?" I said trying to hide my disappointment.

"Oh! No, I like it, thanks! But…" He looked out to the ocean.

"What's wrong?"

He mumbled something I couldn't understand.

"Huh?"

"Lanna didn't bring me any!" He said.

I flinched at his tone.

"Sorry."

I sat next to him. "Maybe she was busy. She is an ex-pop star you know."

"Maybe." He sighed.

"I don't know if she was thinking this through," I said honestly. "But she must have a very good excuse not to give you chocolate." I said.

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Your right Chelsea. Lanna may be busy today. But there's always next year. Thanks, you really brightened my day." He grinned.

"You're welcome." I smiled and made my way to Maribelle's shop to give Mark and Vaughn some chocolate.

Sadly, Vaughn wasn't there, but Mark already had two chocolates; I'm guessing Julia gave him one. "Hi, Mark!"

He looked over and his eyes sparkled.

"Hi! Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. Hey, your pretty popular, huh?" I pointed at his chocolates and grinned.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Heh. I guess so."

I handed him my chocolate. "Thanks for yesterday. You really saved me."

He smiled and took the chocolate. "No problem."

"Well, I can't disappoint anyone. I'm off!" I ran toward the door.

"See you!" He called after me.

I gave a couple more chocolates to villagers. Taro, Gannon, and that little kid Pierre. He said he didn't need it, but took it anyway.

Last but not least, Vaughn. I walked up to Marribelle's shop for a second time. I gripped the chocolate in my hands. Hopefully he like's it…

I walked into Maribelle's shop and searched around the room for him.

"Looking for Vaughn?" Maribelle asked.

"Oh um…" I blushed.

"He's in his room." She smiled.

"T-Thanks."

"No problem."

I strolled over to his room. The door was open and he was laying down reading something.

He got a LOT of chocolates! His bed was covered in little piles and some were on his counter. I didn't know he was so popular…

"What?" He snapped.

"Oh um…" He waited for an answer, irritated.

He already had a ton of chocolates. He didn't need any more even though I decided to make chocolate instead of buying it… I thought to myself sadly.

"I was just seeing if you were okay. I heard there was a cold going around. Your busy, so I'll go." I mumbled.

He relaxed. "Alright. Thanks."

"No problem."

I left the store and walked to my farm, still holding the chocolate behind my back.

I sat on my bed with my nightclothes on, holding the chocolate. I guess I'll eat it. At least I can see how I did since it's my first time making chocolate, and I made everyone else happy. I thought.

I suddenly lost my appetite. I put the chocolate on the counter, slumped into bed and threw the blanket over me.

Vaughn

So…Many…Chocolates… I groaned. What am I going to do with all of this?

I didn't get it. I don't talk to anyone. How can I get this much? Is something wrong with me? I could tell them that I didn't like chocolate, but they all looked so happy and hopeful, I couldn't say no.

Maybe that's it. I'm too soft. I decided the nest person to come in with chocolate; I'm not going to let them go easy.

I waited. No one came. I guessed they already bought all of the chocolate on the island, so I didn't have to do anything.

I got kind of bored, so I read a book I found that looked kind of interesting. I just got started when someone came in.

"What?" I snapped at them.

It was Chelsea.

"Oh, um…"

I waited.

She made some kind of movement with her hands and said, "I was just seeing if you were okay. I heard there was a cold going around. Your busy, so I'll go."

Good. No more chocolate. "Alright. Thanks."

She hesitated. "No problem"

I don't know why, but when she left, I felt…Bad. She looked kind of sad, and them I thought about the cold going around. Maybe I should see if she's okay…

I put the book down on the bed and walked to Chelsea's house.

Knock knock…

Nothing.

She was probably mad at me. "I'm coming in." I said

I opened the door and walked in. Her house was pretty big. Her kitchen was a mess, and…She was asleep. I sighed, got a chair from her dining table and sat next to the bed.

Why do I feel so bad? I thought. I looked at the counter by the bed. Chocolate.

So she was planning on giving it to me. I sighed. My eyes went back to the kitchen. It was like a twister crashed onto the counters. No way. She made this? I looked back at the chocolate and gulped. I took it and unwrapped it. I guess I deserve it. I bit down and chewed. It was…actually okay. I don't remember chocolate being this good. Usually girls would buy chocolate to save the time, but Chelsea…

"Do you like it?"

I looked up. Chelsea was looking straight at me.

"Uh…it's okay."

"Good…" She looked at the ceiling.

"I'm guessing you made this."

"Yeah."

"I'm…Sorry." I mumbled.

She smiled at me. "It's okay."

I stared at her. How can she be smiling all the time?

"I don't get it. No matter what I do, you always end up smiling and forgiving me."

She thought about that for a minute.

"You think you do bad things, but you end up being a nice person."

I stared at her.

"I think you're a very good person. Sure, you could smile more, and you don't talk a lot, but…" She looked at me. "You will do anything to make people happy."

I felt my face get hot. I couldn't believe this. All I could do was…nothing. I pulled my hat over my eyes and continued eating the chocolate.

Chelsea

I thought what I said was embarrassing, but I was telling the truth. Vaughn seemed like he appreciated me speaking my mind, so I didn't care if he blushed every time I compliment him.

We sat in silence. When he was done eating the chocolate, he sat up, took off his hat, and put both of his hands on my cheeks. I didn't see the rest. All I remember was something soft press against my forehead.

AW! If you didn't get that line, read it over again until you do! Surprisingly long, huh? I was worried you guys would think it was TOO long. Beware…Chapter eight is coming soon!