Chapter 6:

"Come on out Chelsea! Let us see!" Vaughn stands on the sidewall in the kitchen and slowly turns his gaze from the floor to Chelsea as she slowly enters the living room.

She's dressed in tight jean booty shorts, red rain boots, and a loose t-shirt. Blushing, she clutches the hem of her shirt and stares at the ground while everyone watches her. Nudging the tips of her boots together she says "Is it ok?"

Julia claps her hands together and skipped over to Chelsea's side. Clasping her hands in her own, Julia smiled and brought her lips to Chelsea's ear.

"Did the bra fit?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Ah… nothing. I just thought it would be a little big." Giggling Julia smiled at Chelsea; she (Chelsea) kept her comments to herself. Elliot slowly walked over to join the group and talk to Julia and Chelsea. Nodding and smiling at their comments, Chelsea's eyes slowly averted the lone wolf standing in the corner watching them. Gazing into his eyes, the noticeable purple sucked her in, causing her to blush and avert her eyes the floor again.

Just as she looked to the floor for an answer Mirabelle came walking into the room carrying a pile of fluffy contents. Julia spun around to face her mother, as did everyone else.

Dropping the contents on the floor, a pillow, mop, scrub brush, blanket, and a folded piece of paper. Slowly approaching the pile, Chelsea bent down on her knee to stare at the items.

Gesturing like a TV show hostess Mirabelle carefully lift each item while explaining it. "I thought that when you move into your house you might need a pillow since I know from record that the house definitely doesn't have one." Lifting up the pillow, she handed it to Chelsea.

Squishing it against her chest, Chelsea took a deep breath breathing in the scents of the pillow. Warm hay, fresh pine, and soap. Placing it next to her, Mirabelle handed her the next item; a mop.

"I thought to clean the floors and sure. You know in the future."

Placing the mop on the pillow, Chelsea looked up at Mirabelle as she held the next product; a scrub brush.

"To help you clean the floors and other stuff. Not for animals may I add." Placing next to the mop, Mirabelle handed another item to Chelsea.

"To go with the pillow. It may be itchy but it's warm. Fine wool may I add." Placing the blanket next to the pillow, Mirabelle began to lift up the paper. "And finally I thought to keep track of time, a calendar. It's good for –I don't know- things? When this year runs out Chen can sell you a new one."

"Thanks. Really." Gathering up her items, Chelsea stands and slowly heads for the door.

Julia stops her before she can exit. "Chelsea about your clothes…"

"Oh! Well, I can take them now."

"I'll drop them off later. Since you'll be busy my mom and I can wash them."

"You don't have to."

"Really we insist. Having a farmer finally on the island will help boost the population."

"Oh…Ok." Leaving the shop, Chelsea slowly walks down the crumbling cobble stone walk. Bouncing the pillow on her knee, she readjusts the package in her hands, when suddenly she is tapped on the shoulder. Spinning around on her heel, she raises a leg hitting a hard object.

Staring down at the dirty brown cowboy boots, Chelsea slowly follows then up to the owner's face. Lowering her leg, she stared at him, not surprise just expecting something.

Coughing Vaughn breaks the silence. "So, my aunt wants me to um well help you with the clean up since your just stating out and well, you know you saw the farm."

"Oh, ok." Turning back around, Chelsea began to walk towards the farm. Stopping short, she turns back around to see Vaughn still standing where he was. "What's the hold up?" She says jogging back over towards him.

"Well, don't you want to, I don't know, get a lawn mower?"

"I guess but shouldn't we inspect the damage first?"

"Yeah I guess." Smiling slightly, Chelsea balances the load onto one hand and holds out the other to Vaughn. "Come on."

Blushing, he pulls down his hand and begins to walk towards the farm empty handed.


"So should we start with the house or…" Vaughn now stand at the top of the entrance of the farm, the grass a little longer now. To the left a rotted stable barely stands next to the barely visible path. Next to that a tiny hut sits with not much damage. The field lies a head with about a half of it covered in sweet rich grass; a falling apart wooden fence encloses the grasses. In front of the grass sits a fairly new barn and a small coop with a tiny fence around that. Pine trees hug the right edge of the farm with, near to the barn, a raspberry or some type of berry patch. Hugging the left edge of the farm a fairly fast river divides the island in half.

Sighing, Chelsea slowly wads through the grass over to her 'new' house. Following closely behind, Vaughn catches up to Chelsea as she stops at the front door. Sideways again, Vaughn rips off the remaining rusted hinge and props the door on to the side of the house.

Stepping inside first Chelsea soaks in the unfamiliar surroundings. A beaten down book cabinet sits next to the door with two rotting books thrown aimlessly on it. In the corner behind the cabinet, an iron bed sits barely holding together with some peeling duck tape attacked to the headboard and a straw mattress lays lumpy and holy on top of the iron. A few feet over a crack window moves slightly with the morning breeze. A little further over, up against the wall, a fairly new Chester drawer sits. To the right a tiny set of about three cabinets lay on the right wall. With two doors missing a small leaky faucet and a broken spice rack hang over the sink. Stepping through the room, a small-enclosed space sits with a working door.

Opening the door, a foul smell blows over Chelsea's head as she dives into what seems like a bathroom covered in mold. In front of her a toilet with a broken seat lays next to a bathtub. Over further porcelain sink with a dotted mirror lay on the wall. Turning back around, Chelsea closes the bathroom door.

Shrugging, she walks back over to Vaughn. "So what'd ya think?" He says.

"Ok. I guess. Could be better."

"Ha yeah. Well you get what you get Shorty." Sighing, Chelsea glances up at a small kerosene light next to the door on the right, then over to the large bay window showering light in the middle of the room.

Pushing past Vaughn again, Chelsea tips her head to the side then plops the load in her hands on the grass in front of the door. Resting her hands on her hips, she looks up at him.

"How about you go ask Chen, or who ever Mirabelle was talking about. Tell him or she to put it on my credit. I'll pay when I actually get money in my pocket."

"Fine. You do the house, I do the yard."

"Yeah. Your stronger and manual labor does have the word man in it right?"

Smirking up at him, he chuckles a low sound and slowly stalks out of the farm again.


Wading through the grass over to the tool shed, Chelsea finally got there. Yanking open the double doors, Chelsea strains her eyes to see into the dark and damp room. Slowly adjusting to the little light. Looking around she pulls out the items left in the shed; and old bucket, wide low bucket, ladder, and a rug beater. Shrugging, she slowly drags back each new treasure and prop them against the house.

Walking inside again, Chelsea huffs. "Looks like if I want to clean this shit I need to do the floor first." Turning to the book cabinet, she steps on her tiptoes and grabs the first book. Blowing off the dust on the cover, the title reads A Beginner's Guide to farming. Looks like I could use this. Chucking the book out the door, Chelsea pulls the book lower to it off. A Gourmet's Secret Recipe Book and other recipes. Laughing to herself, Chelsea chucked that book outside.

Bending down, she pulled the final book off the shelf and stared at the title; Assets for Farmers. Blinking, she reread title again and chucked it outside along with the others. Walking over to the bed, she slowly dragged it across the room and out the door.

Dragging it on to the grass, She glances over at the left side of her farm. Vaughn back with the push mower has cut down barely anything noticeable. Smirking, Chelsea drags the bed next to the ladder.

Moving over to the Chester drawers, she pulled out each drawer and found nothing but old dead moths. Shoving each one back into their holder, she dragged across the floor the burrow. Placing next to the bed, Chelsea then headed over to the kitchen cabinets.

Sticking her head into the holes, nothing except dust and dead bugs cover the first two. Though in the last one nearest to the bathroom, some special surprises wait in it.

The first treasure was a creamy white wool sweater. Lifting it up, the size was just a tad to big but Chelsea could wear it with a shirt underneath it. Folding it back up, she placed it next to her and crawled deeper into the cabinet.

Retrieving a washboard, the wooden side of the object was nearly falling off; only one nail held the edge on. Placing that with the sweater, she pulled out another treasure. Tied to a rope, a rust pair of scissors seemed salvageable. Laying the rope and scissors on the washboard, Chelsea dove deeper.

The final item was an old record player. A small smile flashed across Chelsea's face as she pulled it out of the cabinet. It was the Fisher Price model from the 1960's. Her father used to have this, they only had two records, and she used to listen to them for hours on end.

Closing the door, she lifted up the items and walked across the empty house. Placing them on her bed, she lifted up the bucket and began to head for the stream near the west side of her farm.

Glancing down at the grass below her feet, the once long blades that tickled her calves were severed to barely touching her ankles. Looking up at her upper fields, near the coop, a distant figure pushes a small push mower. Smiling, she swung the empty bucket and skipped the rest of the way to the river.


Grabbing the mop, Chelsea dunked the long pole into the cool clear liquid. Pulling it out of the water, she slapped it on to the floor. Pushing the wet dust around, Chelsea huffed and spun around and chucked the mop out the door. Stepping outside, she snatched up the scrub brush and dropped the brush into the bucket and watched a little splash surface. Bending down, Chelsea retrieved the brush and began to wash the floor on her hands and feet.


Sighing in defeat, Chelsea dropped the scrub brush into the bucket. Watching it make a tiny splash in the now filthy water, she walked over to the book cabinet and began to pull it away from the wall. Creating a tiny gap in the back in between the wall and cabinet a thud from behind the book cabinet startled Chelsea. Stepping around the cabinet, she reached her arm into the small crevice and pulled out five records. Sliding her back against the wall, she flipped through her selection.

Two of the records are of some orchestra, another of Christmas carols, and the last two are of smooth jazz. Sentimental eyes cast over Chelsea as she gazes over the new found treasures. Much more valuable than any other find this day.

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