~Well, OK! From here on out it's all just stuff I come up with during the school day. Oddly, that's how I came up with this story....
Chelsea- If you do that again, I...I'll....
Me- R-e-l-a-x. I'm not gonna try and kill off anyone else. He survived, didn't he? On with the story!
Chapter 8: Finally
Chelsea's POV
I woke up the next morning on the couch, sunlight streaming through the shop windows.
So far, no one else was up yet, which was nice after being surrounded by people until 3:00am.
Getting up, I decided to wake up Julia myself, as a bit of payback...
I was sneaking past Vaughn's room, and was about to step in to Julia's when I heard the door open behind me.
"What are you doing?" Vaughn asked, stifling a yawn.
"Trying to sneak up on Julia, genius!!" I hissed, frowning.
"Whatever. Just leave me out of it." he said, walking down the hall.
I rolled my eyes, and walked in to Julia's bedroom.
I was about three feet from her bed when I tripped over something, and crashed loudly to the floor.
"Wuzzgoinon?" Julia said sleepily, sitting up.
"Oh, nothing," I replied sarcastically. "Just purposely tripping and falling to amuse myself."
"Yeah, have fun with that," she said, going back to sleep.
I left her to sleep, figuring it wasn't worth it, and got my clothes to get ready to go back home.
*Later*
I got back to the ranch around eight, and saw the mess the storm had made in my field.
All of my crops were history, and there was a giant rock smack in the middle of the chicken's yard.
"Aw, you gotta be kidding..." It took me three days to plant all of those!
Sighing, I went into my farmhouse to get the tools I'd need to fix this.
Vaughn's POV
I watched her leave, fully aware that Julia was watching me.
"Aw...Miss her already, don't you?"
"Piss off, Julia."
"No. My house, I can stand here as long as I want."
"Technically it's Mirabelle's."
"Whatever, I still live here."
I rolled my eyes. Julia was a pain in the ass, especially in the morning.
Mirabelle walked in then. "You two quit fighting, you're getting on my nerves."
"Whatever," I mumbled as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Mirabelle asked. "Vaughn, it's your boss."
Aw, fuck, what'd he want now?
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Kid, we need ya back here pronto. There's a problem-"
"Why don't you ask someone else?"
"Because I asked you. Now get the hell over here, and do as I say."
"Fuck off," I said, hanging up.
"Ooh, Vaughn, you are so fired...." Julia said, smirking.
"I don't give a fuck," I said, walking off.
"Gee, wonder why?" she said sarcastically, smirking.
Sometimes I wished I could just kill her.
Chelsea's POV
It took me five hours to clean the fields.
FIVE HOURS!!!
After the job was mercifully complete, I was extremely hungry, having skipped breakfast.
I had a bit of money, fortunately, so I made my way to the diner.
I slipped in the booth across from Vaughn, who was often found here around this time.
"What's up?" I asked, smiling.
"Nothing."
"Your life must be boring, because there's always something exciting going on in mine!" I said, a little annoyed.
"Well, I like boring."
"Obviously. I don't know anyone else who can eat plain porridge any time of day!" I said, watching him eat.
"It's good to me."
"Humph. To you, maybe, but I can't imagine that. And I supposedly have a five-year-old's imagination!"
"You really need to work on that."
"It doesn't mean I act like a five-year-old!"
"Seems like it."
"Jerk."
"I know."
I sometimes wondered why I liked him.
"I'm bored," I said, frowning.
"That's your problem," Vaughn replied, getting up to leave.
And you're part of the solution, I thought mischievously, and whipped his hat off his head.
"Wha- Chelsea!!" Hehe, he looks cute when he's mad...
Wait what? I had to focus on running!
"Give me my hat back!"
"You gotta catch me first!" I called, running to the meadow.
He must be pretty dang fast though, because he'd almost caught up with me by the time I reached the bridge.
And of course, I tripped. For the millionth time.
I fell, landing hard on my side, but otherwise okay.
Vaughn stopped next to me, asking, "Are you okay?"
"I'm still breathing, aren't I?"
"That's not funny, you could've been seriously hurt."
"And since when did you care?!"
"Because I lo-"
He stopped there, looking as shocked as I felt. He WHAT?!
"I-I mean, uh..."
I giggled. "You look cute when you're embarrassed..."
"Huh?" He looked more confused than ever.
"You dork," I said, getting up. "After all that crap I said last night, you still don't realize I like you?"
He got redder than I thought was physically possible.
I laughed, putting his hat back on his head. "Are you gonna say something or just stand there?"
He leaned in then, and quickly pecked me on the lips. "Nope."
I heard muffled giggling coming from a bush, and looked up to see Julia burst out laughing.
"FINALLY!!!"
~Aww! So cute!
Chelsea- I'm embarrassed just reading it.
Me- Y'know, you could try giving a positive comment once in a while. Where is Vaughn, anyway?
Chelsea- I don't know... SKYE WHAT DID YOU DO??
Skye- I didn't do anything!! PLEASE DON'T-
Chelsea- *shoves curry noodles down throat*
Skye- *gag-choke*
I must break up violence now, so read and review? CHELSEA, STOP CHOKING SKYE!!!!
(I don't have anything against Skye, Chelsea just doesn't trust him...)
