Ch.10 - Chopping wood...
OMG, first chapter off the script! YAY! Although, I admit, most things were completely different from the way they were supposed to be, the draft still gave me ideas, like the sleepover, and having her pass out, and whatnot.
So, I guess what I'm TRYING to say is that I'm officially making this up as I go, and I'm super sorry if it sucks… By the way, please know that you are -always allowed to suggest anything!
Ok, let's just get this over with as quick as possible…
kt the emo said she (or he…LOL) was a little confused. So, for her, and other silent confused readers, I will try to recap as good as I can…
So, Chelsea did something (shoplifted, as mentioned in the first chapter, but I haven't yet decided on anything else really…) that got her in trouble, and to prevent going to jail, she was forced to do community service; in this case, farm on/help save Sunshine Islands for a number of years (specifically, 5).
Then, when she gets there, she sees Vaughn, who reminds her (and actually is) of a childhood friend. Anyway, turns out he don't like her too much… Figures, knowing Vaughn…
Then, skipping a few not so important parts, she ends up passed out on her farm. Julia and Mirabelle take her to their house as she rests, unfortunately the same day Vaughn is coming to the islands… So he gets kind of pissed off and cranky. Julia tries to slap him, but he catches her hand before she can, and she runs out, blah blah blah, and he and Chelsea get into a fight. Then, Vaughn mentions how their arguing reminded him a bit of how he used to argue with a girl he used to know; which makes Chelsea have a small flashback.
That's about it. If you have questions about anything, you can always ask them in the reviews.
Oh, and by the way, sorry I'm a week late… oops…
OK, now to REALLY start…
After a bit of an awkward time span, Mirabelle declared I was officially healthy. Yippee…
I walked towards my farm, groaning as I thought of the work I'd have to do after one day unconscious. I went across the bridge, and discovered, to my surprise, that a certain blonde farmer had already done my farm work for me.
"Mark?" I asked, once I was done gapping. Finn flew over nervously, probably afraid I'd hit him, or something.
"I-I made him come over." The orange sprite said shyly. "I sent him a message through his mind, telling him to check on you."
I felt the corners of my mouth turn upwards, but tried hard not to keep them that way. Because, as much as I wanted to deny it, I felt a surge of gratitude towards the small elf.
I brushed by without a word over to Mark. He smiled as I sat beside him.
"You know, it's a lot harder to take care of two farms then I thought." He said.
"Well, sucks to be you." I smiled.
He looked at me, his face full of concern. "I heard what happened… Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." I reassured him. "What about you? I haven't seen you in a bit."
"I've been farming." He stretched his arms. "It really takes out your energy."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a farmer too now, remember?"
"Really?" Mark looked me up and down. "Hmm… You sure don't look like it." He lifted up one of my arms. "See?" he asked. "All jello!"
I elbowed him, laughing. "You're not too much better, so I wouldn't be talking."
He laughed along with me. "You just haven't seen my abs yet. Then, you'll regret saying that!"
I smirked. "I don't think stomach flab is considered abs."
"I have muscle!"
"Prove it then."
"Fine, I will!" Mark said, as he started unbuckling his overalls.
I covered my eyes. "Ew! Mark, don't!"
Too late.
"Don't worry, I'm not flashing anything!"
I slowly took my hands off my eyes, and eyed him carefully. He did have a 6-pack, like he claimed.
"You know, I've seen better. Now put your clothes back on."
Mark laughed, and re-buckled his overalls. "I'm sure you don't really think that. I bet you were trying so hard not to drool!"
"Sure I did."
"I know you did."
Well, after that, Mark went back to Forget-Me-Not. "I want to buy my first chicken." he had told me. Speaking of chicken, I had better get some lumber for my own bird shed, shouldn't I? Surprisingly, although I knew it would be a lot of work, I really was excited to have a chicken. I decided to go chop some wood for lumber, since I didn't really have anything else to do.
I walked around my farm plot, trying to remember how much lumber I needed. Hmm... Oh yeah, that's right!
My mission: 20 pieces of lumber, going on 100.
I took my axe out of my rucksack, and tried to simply hold it straight. It was really heavy, so it was hard to keep my balance. "Alright... You can... do this, Chelsea..." I said.
When I finally seemed to catch my balance, I marched over to a medium sized branch. "You think you're so tough, huh?" I jeered at the branch. "Wait 'til my axe slices you in half!"
I swung my axe. It was a good swing; it landed in the middle of the branch, which split in two. I was about to start cheering victoriously, when suddenly...
"Aaaaaah!" Looks like that branch was out for revenge...
I fell down to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting a burst of pain from landing on the axe... But none came.
"Oof!" I landed on the ground right beside my dreaded weapon. I stared at my axe in fear. "I don't like you very much, Mr. Axe..."
It continued like that for a while. I swung, and fell to the ground, barely missing the blade of my axe. Curse this thing for being so heavy... I'd have to remember to ask Gannon for a lighter axe...
"What the hell are you doing?"
Curse my luck... I could easily recognize that voice.
"Vaughn... Get off my property."
The cowboy just crossed his arms, and stood his ground.
I scowled at him. "You look like a kid when you do that."
"It isn't much better then what you were just doing." He remarked.
"Idiot..." I grumbled. "I said get off my property."
He lifted his chin defiantly. "Make me."
I growled. "Oh, I will."
A snicker in response. "I'd like to see you try."
"Oh, you will..."
I stood up, and grabbed the axe beside me. Trying hard to keep my balance (and not fall over...), I walked up right in front of him. "I'll give you 'til the count of three", I warned, "to get out of my sight, or else this blade might cut off a limb or two."
Out of all the things he could have done - run away, scream for help - he did the unexpected.
His face showed no sign of fear, as he grabbed the top of the axe's handle. I struggled to get my weapon loose from his grip, but he held on tight, and refused to give in. "Let... go!"
"Do you want to know why I'm not afraid of you?" he asked.
I was stupefied, trying to find something to say, my mouth flapping open and shut like a fish.
"I'm not afraid of you because I know that you wouldn't be able to survive guilt." he said, coming in closer to my face.
And so I swung my axe and cut off his head. (JOKE! Joke, joke, joke, that did NOT happen, LOL!)
"Wh-What do you mean?" I asked, knowing my face was red from the small space between us two. He was so close, that I could easily push my axe into his chest, and watch him die. But I didn't. (1)
"Tell me the truth, Chelsea. Would you be able to kill me now, and not feel guilty of your actions? Most likely, the guilt would kill you too afterwards."
"I-I..." I was speechless. How could he just say something like that, and be so... so... Grr! (2)
"You're an idiot." I muttered.
"I know." He said, as he finally backed away.
"So can you tell me now why you were here? Well… are here?" I asked, trying to balance the axe on my shoulder. It just slipped out of my hands, making me jump.
"Be more careful! And Mirabelle sent me here. She wanted me to check on you, because you fainted, and she was worried about your health."
"Oh…" I felt a little guilty now, and suddenly found my boots beyond interesting… "That was… nice of her…"
I knew Vaughn was watching me. He's kind of freaking me out now…
"You know, if you want to chop wood, there's this place in the forest by Mushroom Island that's full of trees you can chop."
I looked around my field. I was running out of branches, but… branches, trees. There's a BIG difference.
"Um… O-Ok… Where is it?" I asked, still uncertain.
Vaughn walked away without answering. Um… I thought he was going to help me?
He stopped. "Are you coming, or not?"
I hurried over beside him.
I won't even ask when a bridge was built for Mushroom Island… (3)
Vaughn walked into the forest, and I had to practically jog to keep up with his long strides.
"Are we *pant pant* almost… there?" I asked.
Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Almost."
We were still walking (well… he was walking, I was jogging to keep up), when, suddenly, Vaughn pushed me behind him.
"Hey, what the hell? I thought you were helping me find-" My voice was muffled as he covered my mouth with his hand.
He placed his finger against his lips in sign to keep quiet.
I shut up, and tried to see why he was acting so cautious. But there, in front of us… was a wild dog… eating goddess knows what. There was blood smeared on some of its fur, as it finished off its kill.
"Careful", Vaughn whispered, "I can tell it's still hungry."
I shivered. I never thought I would die this young…
"You're not going to die…" Vaughn muttered. Mind reader…
We tried walking as quietly as we could, but it looked like we appeared at the wrong time… The wild dog finished its meal, and started searching for a new prey… aka, us. Once it set eyes on us, I could've sworn I saw an evil grin appear on its face.
I gulped. "If anything happens to us, I'm blaming it all on you…" I whispered.
"Hey, you're the one carrying an axe. I could just say you went absolutely nuts. They just might believe me…"
The villagers wouldn't believe him… But the police might. Besides, I already have enough on my criminal record.
The dog slowly came closer. And closer. And closer. He was only a few feet away from us now. Vaughn pushed me further behind him.
Wait- after all the times we were mean to each other, why was he protecting me instead of running away yelling "See ya, sucker!"? Oh yeah; it's Vaughn we're talking 'bout here. He is definitely NOT your average person.
The dog pounced. I knew this now; we were doomed. Vaughn was going to die. I would run away screaming. I was counting down the seconds now. 4… 3… 2…
Wait, what the hell just happened? Vaughn wasn't on the ground, but still standing protectively in front of me. In fact, the dog was on the ground, wrestling with… something… They were rolling around too fast for me to be able to see.
I watched the blur of the fight, when someone- either the dog, or whoever was fighting it – let out a cry of pain.
Vaughn pushed me back behind his back. Oh come on! I've watched movies rated over PG! I could handle this!
"Yummy! Dinner for Shea!" That was Shea? Shea was wrestling that dog? Holy shit… I hope, for my safety, that I'll never get Shea angry…
I started walking closer, but Vaughn forced me behind him. "Don't. He's a savage. He might hurt you."
"Shea isn't a savage!" I yelled. "Don't judge him! He's been nicer to me then you have!"
Vaughn muttered something I didn't hear. I didn't care.
I ran up to Shea, and hugged him tightly. "Shea… Thank you…" I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I hadn't realized how afraid I was 'til now.
"Chelee… it alright. You safe. Shea save you. Shea eat it for dinner."
By now I was laughing and crying at the same time, both in relief, and in happiness. "Thank you Shea…"
Shea patted my back, but looked up to see Vaughn still standing there, giving him the evil eye.
"Who's that old grumpy human person?" he asked innocently.
I giggled, and Vaughn's glare went colder. "Shea," I whispered, "you don't say that about people."
Shea looked at me with a confused look. "But why? Shea just tell truth!"
I giggled some more. "Oh Shea… Sometimes, the littlest things you do are the ones that amaze me the most…"
That night, I returned, mission accomplished, with over 100 pieces of lumber, and a lot of entertainment. I was looking forward to giving Shea a little visit.
And I thought living in Sunshine Islands was going to be boring! Well, surprise, surprise, as usual, I was wrong.
Yay! Shea's back! Hooray! Also, I think Sabrina might be coming back too, sooner or later. Oh, and this is chapter 10! Hooray! I've made a dozen chapter babies! And I've finally decided on how some things will turn out… Well, some of it, at the least.
By the way, I am REALLY going to have to speed things up a bit. It's chapter 10, and in the story, it's only, like, the second week, I think? Wow. I go WAY too much into detail.
Alright, so there is a poll on my profile for my other story, MMPR (Meet Me in the Pouring Rain), so please, cast a vote! And… I've decided… That I'll try to continue my former discontinued story, Nameless! Yay! Happy happy day…
(1) Because if she did, then there'd be no point in continuing the story, right?
(2) I say that a lot. "You're so... so... Grr!"
(3) And I'm guessing that neither can you, because there isn't one! But I'm the author, so I do what I want! Yay! Anywho, the bridge connects Verdure Island to Meadow Island, and Meadow Island connects to most of the other islands, like Mushroom Island. Also, Mushroom Island is connected to the east side of Verdure Island, around the area behind Pierre's house. Hmm… Maybe I should've mentioned all this in the Author's note instead? Oh well, I just couldn't imagine Vaughn on a small little boat…