A/N: Let's go~ Oh, there's a surprise for you, swingdancer23. ;)

Vaughn's POV

Of course it's the perfect moment that Julia butts in to ruin. And now I was being dragged by my collar to Goddess-knows-where. I hoped wherever we were headed for wasn't too far because this was choking me to death.

"Vaughn, quit squirming! We have to go somewhere!" Julia chirped irritably at me as she continued to drag us along. Poor Chelsea was too choked up and baffled to know what was going on. I tried to get my mind off the neck pain by imagining how Chelsea dealt with that blonde every single day. Tough life…

"I will if you stop choking us!" I barked. Julia smirked and slowed down as she let go of us. Chelsea began panting like a dog; and I just sat down. We'd been thrown into Kirk's boat, and had sailed to Mystic Islands. If Julia was just here to pick flowers for someone, I'd kill her.

Apparently Chelsea hadn't been here very often. She seemed mesmerized by the sight. I couldn't blame her. Mystic Islands was a connection of two small islands, one of them having a periwinkle colored church. A small bell stood in front. And a little further was a small pond; I think it was called the- uh, Goddess Pond? Surrounding the small lake were tons of different flowers, ranging in all different types of colors. Chelsea took the moment to quickly investigate the bell, and grinned as she pulled a small sun shaped stone out. It was colored red, and glittered a little.

"What's that?" Julia asked, gazing at the small stone curiously and with awe. The stone started to shine a little bit more as Chelsea held it up to the sunlight, which was starting to cook me up into a crisp.

"A Sunstone! Now I can raise Mushroom Island!" She began sprinting towards the dock, but Julia grabbed her by the wrist.

"Oh no you don't. Not until we're finished with business here." My wrist was grabbed by cousin's skinny but surprisingly strong hand. The three of us started to head towards the other small island. It had a magenta roofed house. Two weird cherry-wood colored tree looking things stood on each side of the front, curving around the main shape. Some little decorations were here there, one of them being fake diamond things. The only word I could use to describe this place in general was: indescribable. Chelsea was amazed once again, and Julia looked like she had been here thousands of times because she went right away to knock on the door. I stopped her, though.

"Wait! Who's house is this? You haven't told us anything about this whole incident that's wasting time!" I snapped. This was very time consuming. Julia was very lucky that I was given a couple of extra days off due to my lack of rest.

She smirked deviously. "You'll see, Vaughn~." I just growled in response to that, not wanting my head to go on fire or anything. Julia paused for a moment as if she were hesitating then reluctantly knocked on the door. I had to grab Chelsea to stop her from falling because she almost fell down in surprise at who it was.

A woman with long, wavy beach blonde hair had opened the door. Her eyes were a spooky red, and she wore a weird black cape and a tricky smirk. "So you've finally brought them. Hello, Vaughn and Chelsea. It's very nice to meet you. I'm the Witch Princess, but you can call me Witch."

Something about this lady seemed to be fishy. Chelsea appeared to be thinking the same; I could tell by the inquisitive look in her eye full of unanswered questions. What the flip are we doing? I thought, as the Witch sat us in a circle on the floor.

I took this moment to survey the room. One bed was in a corner over to out left. Another similar bed was on the right, the opposite side. In the middle of the room was a GIANT black cauldron with a small wooden stepladder. A bunch of teddy bears were scattered among the room, and a large bookcase lined the wall on the far end of the room. I thought the place looked like a movie set.

"So…JULIA TELL ME WHY WE'RE WASTING TIME HERE BEFORE I BITE YOUR HEAD OFF!" Chelsea fumed and I worried that smoke would start pouring out of her ears. But she was really angry. Her usually calm sapphire eyes were full of fire and flames. I gulped. I don't dare get on her bad side…

"Geez, you guys have a bad temper. Anyways, my friend witch here wanted you to try out her new milkshake!"

My eye twitched. So did Chelsea's.

"I'm not falling for that, my dear bratty cousin." I said slowly, my voice crackling.

"Hahaha, you guys are hilarious! Hilarious, I tell you!" Witch laughed her head off. "But let me get you something to drink." Julia and the Witch exchanged glances and evil smirks that I couldn't decipher. Chelsea gulped, and I was ready to hightail it out of that place. But as soon as I stood up, a blindfold covered my eyes and my rear end was placed into what felt like a wooden chair. A rope was tied tightly around me. The same must've been done to Chelsea as I could here a little squeak from her side though I couldn't see anything.

"You will really regret this Julia. Really." Chelsea growled. I could hear a liquid being poured into a glass of some sort. Then the glass was forced into my mouth.

"Drink up, Vaughnie." said Julia wickedly and I felt a really tasty juice go down my throat. Aloe. I never knew it could taste so good. I felt a small smile of pleasure crawl up on my face. Chelsea, on the other hand, didn't seem to be enjoying it.

"Witch…this is disgusting…" she began. I suddenly felt a great feeling of exhaustion over me and before I knew it, I was asleep and unaware of everything around me.

I woke up the next morning to find myself in Mirabelle's guest bedroom. Outside a rumble sounded. "Why does it have to be so gloomy? Oh well, the day will be great, no matter what the weather! Nothing stops me!" I chirped, and bounced excitedly out of bed. Opening the closet, I grumbled a bit. "These clothes are so BORING! They're all black, and look like cowboy outfits!" I slammed the closet door shut.

"I need new clothes…hm; maybe Mirabelle knows where I can get really awesome stuff!" I quickly threw on the cheeriest clothes I could find and skipped into the shop where Julia was reading a magazine and Mirabelle was weaving, waiting for customers.

"Mirabelle, where can I get some new clothes?" I asked, with a huge grin on my face. Julia looked at me real strangely with a hint of worry and fear. Mirabelle was shocked for some weird reason, but it must've been my…

"Oh my Goddess! Why am I wearing this ugly hat? Mirabelle, I need to get better clothes! Please tell me where I can find some!" I begged, getting on my knees for mercy.

"Uh, y-you c-can find th-them at Ch-Chen's shop…" her voice trailed off and I dashed outside, leaving two very baffled women wide eyed for no apparent reason.

Chelsea's POV

I woke up to the sound of pouring rain and thunder. Good. The sun was just too bright, and it always stung my eyes. I lazily climbed out of bed and glanced at my annoying guests. They were all still sleeping, so I slyly left the room and then my house to go feed the animals in the barn.

Animals. They are my life. Soft and sweet, animals understand me, and they don't talk endlessly, unlike humans. I scoffed, remembering how talkative the other islanders would be, especially with this "gloomy" weather. Then I inwardly growled. I was not going to have Felicia chirp my ear off about how smart and sweet her geeky son Elliot can be.

A soft baa sounded from the corner, and my expression softened a bit. My sheep, Lyric, had recently given birth and I still had yet to name the little lamb. I petted her as I calmed down. She seemed to swing her head gracefully from side to side in a gentle motion and then it instantly hit me.

"I guess your name will be Swing." I whispered, and began to pull fodder out of the feed dispenser.

To the Witch's house! Sorry for the sudden change, its 3rd person.

The Witch sighed heavily as she glanced at her chiming alarm clock that hadn't shut up for hours. 10:00. There wasn't much sleep left in her, so she got out of bed and began to lazily comb her wavy hair. She was just setting the hairbrush back into the drawer when a knock sounded at the door.

Whoever is there is asking for death…She thought grumpily and headed to answer it grudgingly.

"What to you-"she began but was rudely interrupted by a small hand yanking her into the drear rain. "Yikes! I just fixed my hair1 What do want, Julia?"

Julia snarled at the Witch and hissed, "Your…stupid…potion…"

"What about my potion! It's not stupid!"

"What happened to Vaughn's brain, I don't know. But it's your job to fix it."

A/N: Wow that took me a very short time to do! I feel so proud~ Ouch. my eyes are stinging…MOM! PLEASE DON'T FRY ONIONS! See you guys later!