Hey again. I just realized that I posted the entire chapter 7 in bold...xD I am so dumb. Oh well. Here is the next part, Denny is an unexpected character!
VaughnXChelsea part 8
Vaughn's POV
I heard there is a newcomer on the island, don't know his name though. After my work I headed down to the beach. It was a clear day, the ocean was at low tide, and a slight breeze was blowing. I closed my eyes and imagined Chelsea here with me. She was really shocked when I had kissed her, I was shocked too. But I loved her all the same.
Someone interrupted my thoughts, someone I knew too well.
"Hey Freak! Good to see ya again!" he said. I clenched my hands into fists.
"Go away." I said angrily, my face turning a bright, flaming red.
"Awww, your scared of me? That's too bad. I was thinking of staying here awhile." it was Denny, the stupid person who always teased me at school. I whirled around, shooting my death-glare at him. I came face to face with the dumb bully, I wanted to punch him in the stomach so badly. So why didn't I? He smirked at me as he said, "Gee, this hair is even greyer than the last time I saw it, and those eyes, they still look like plums, don't they, Popper?" Popper was Denny's little annoying bird that sits on his shoulder.
"AWWWK! Eyes look like plums! Eyes look like plums!" Popper squawked. I rolled my eyes and told them to leave, or else. My anti-social rough and angry cowboy was turning on.
"Or else what? You'll throw your measly hat at me?" he chuckled. That did it. I grabbed Denny by the shoulder, staring straight into his eyes. I raised my right fist, and struck him right in the stomach. He stumbled back, clutching his belly. He glared at me, and a menacing look flashed in his eyes.
"Oh, you wanna fight? It is on."
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Chelsea's POV
I finished watering my last crop, I had weeded the field before. Vaughn and last night was on my mind the entire time.
I strolled into town, chatting with every person who said hello. I heard a yell from what seemed like down at the beach, it sounded like Vaughn. I ran down to the sandy terrain, only to find Denny and Vaughn fighting. Not verbally, but physically. I stood there, watching their every move. That moment, I remembered where I knew Denny. He was the one who teased Vaughn at school. I stared in shock at their fight.
Denny had just punched Vaughn in the face, he returned it with an uppercut. Denny kicked Vaughn in the shin after he recovered a bit from the uppercut, Vaughn stumbled back a little clutching his leg, but then letting go, he violently pushed Denny over, and put his boot on Denny's chest. Vaughn held up a fist, about to punch his lights out.
I couldn't handle watching anymore, I burst into the scene, both guys staring at me.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I screamed at Denny. I pushed Vaughn off him, and he stood up. "You mess with Vaughn, Denny, you mess with me." I narrowed my eyes at him, and held up a fist. His eyes widened, but then he rolled them.
"You're still standing up for this guy? Wow." he walked off, letting the fight go, and I sighed in relief. I remembered Vaughn was behind me, and I spun around, hugging him.
"Ar—are you alright? Are you hurt at all?" I asked worriedly. He hugged me back, then let me go.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just a little sore in the shin and cheek." he replied, rubbing his face.
"I can't believe he's here...the bully from school. I never thought I'd see him again." I said, grabbing Vaughn's other hand and squeezing it. He squeezed my hand back.
"I never thought I would see him again either, I hate that guy." he said.
"I do too." I replied. There was a big bruise revealed when Vaughn took his hand away from his face, it was all black and blue.
"Come," I pulled him towards my house, I wanted to check his leg before he left. I made him pull up his pant leg to see where Denny had kicked him, it was black, and Vaughn said as I touched it in a certain place that it hurt.
"You got pretty banged up out there, I'm sorry about that..." I said, sitting down on my sofa next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder, and sighed.
"It wasn't your fault, Chels. Some people just have problems."
"I know...but still." I said. We sat in silence for a couple minutes, before a knock sounded on my door. Vaughn's face went from calm to fierce.
"If it's that Denny, I'll punch his guts out." I stood up, pushing Vaughn back down to the couch and answered the door. It was a kid about my age, my height. He had emerald green eyes, light blonde hair, a blue baseball cap that he wore backwards, and was wearing a rucksack.
"Hi. I'm Mark, I heard you're the rancher here, right?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'm Chelsea." I said.
"Well, it's great to meet you, I've always wanted to run a ranch, so this is a great opportunity for me, if you'll let me help out." he extended a hand for me to shake it. I did, and quickly let go.
"I'll see you around!" he cheerfully said before running off. I closed the door of my house, walking back to the couch where Vaughn was.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Just someone named Mark. He wants to be a rancher like me someday. " I said.
"With that face I mistook him for a little kid." he said gruffly.
"I can see why, but nonetheless, we have to be nice." I said. He laughed a bit. "You'd better get the doctor to look at that bruise on your leg, you might've hurt it more than you think."
"If you say so Nurse Chelsea," he said, a hint of sarcastic-ness in his voice.
"Oh Vaughn..." I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder.
Wow...these are really short. I think they'll get longer later. XD R&R!
