Vaughn smirked.
'Heh. That should make her stop. Now she'll actually HAVE to eat it...' he smugly thought.
Chelsea held her breath. She froze and felt her cheeks turn rosy-red, a storm of panic now originating in her heart.
The brunette began to frantically ponder.
'Just what is Vaughn thinking? Why did he put his arm around me? Wait. ...Did he see? Does he know? Shit. I don't know, but he's bound to eventually notice that I'm pretending to eat the popcorn if his arm remains around me like this any longer. I feel like he's watching me a like hawk. Vaughn obviously can't finish all of this popcorn by himself and so he'll... I have to get out of here, I have to get away. Somehow...'
Soon enough Vaughn's haughtiness died down, and the silver haired dude began to feel nervous, his heart erratically pounding.
'Wait... What the hell? Why the hell did I put my arm around her? I could have done something else other than this to make her stop with her pretending-to-eat-the-popcorn shit... But here I am. Damn it all. This girl makes me do more crazy things than Julia... The hell?!' Vaughn thought frustrated and his cheeks slightly turned as red as Chelsea's bandanna.
'...Why is my heart pounding like this? I barely even know this guy and my heart feels like it's going berserk, like I'm going berserk! I need to get out of here already, I need to leave... But my body won't budge... What the fudge?!' Chelsea thought frustrated as well, her cheeks redder than Vaughn's.
The two remained silent as they pondered about their current situation and were too afraid to say anything...until Julia woke up.
"ONLY ON WEDNESDAYS WILL I GIVE YOU MY SOCKS, YOU MINDLESS BASTARDS!"
Puzzled, both Chelsea and Vaughn turned to look at Julia who just had a 'mini' outburst in her sleep, and the crazy woman then opened her eyes to see that...
Vaughn had his arm around Chelsea.
Yes - Julia flipped out.
"GASP! SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I FALL ASLEEP?! YOU TWO START TOUCHING EACH OTHER?! THE HECK?!"
Both Vaughn and Chelsea flinched, then proceeded with blushing redder than any ketchup bottles.
One second later, they promptly separated as if the two had been both infected with dire plagues.
"We're not!" Vaughn angrily protested, him almost snarling at his goofy cousin.
Annoyed, Chelsea thought, 'Why is she always teasing Vaughn and I about liking each other when we obviously don't? I don't even know the dude that well and I don't even like him like that... Plus, he's kind of a weirdo. But...'
Suddenly, Mark sheepishly barged into the room with a medium-sized pickle jar in his grasp and that's when Julia rose from her seat enraged.
"Mark, get the fudge out! Quit trying to freaking intervene already! What do you want?! I thought that my socks and fork taught you a lesson the last time?!"
The blond young man trembled a bit at hearing the intense bitterness and frustration in Julia's voice and he gulped, a weak smile now on his lips.
"U-Uh... Well... I just kind of hurt my arm and I was just wondering if... If... If Chelsea could open it for me?" Mark shyly asked and he rubbed the back of his head while blushing, his jade eyes extremely vibrant.
"Go get your own fucking pickle yourself." Vaughn defensively snapped, him intently glaring at the blond and his fierce violet eyes were like daggers.
Silence.
Everyone other than Vaughn was utterly stunned and confused, especially Chelsea.
"Geez, Vaughn. Just because a pickle looks like an ugly, bumpy, and green version of a carrot doesn't mean you have to act like a total a-hole! Apologize now!" Julia told him and she put her hands onto her hips like she meant serious business. Yeah right.
Vaughn narrowed his eyes as he remained glaring at Mark and his voice was ice-cold. "Why should I? He expects Chelsea, a lady, to do something for him that he can easily do himself? What if she hurts herself while trying to open it? Or he probably just used that as a pathetic excuse to see her..."
Now Mark was the one glaring at Vaughn and he narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about...?"
"...! Oh my gosh... Vaughn... You're... YOU'RE JEALOUS OF MARK!" Julia suddenly exclaimed while pointing at her silver haired cousin and she panted all dramatic-like.
"What? No I'm not! You're being delusional as usual!" Vaughn hissed at her, blushing somewhat, but he was still pissed off nonetheless.
"NO! I'M JUST AWESOME AND EFFING OBSERVANT!" Julia fought back and she waved her hands around for special effect as if she was a wizard trying to cast a spell on Vaughn or something.
Chelsea was growing more annoyed by the minute and she sighed. 'Idiots...'
A light bulb then went off in Chelsea's head and she soon thought smirking, '...Heh. Nice.'
The female rancher set the bowl of popcorn down onto the table in front of her and she smoothly made her way towards Mark.
Chelsea took the pickle jar from him and she effortlessly opened the jar in a blink of an eye, her handing it back to Mark the instant it became open.
Everyone was in great shock.
"H-How did you...?" Mark asked stuttering, his voice trailing off and he was VERY confused.
Chelsea huffed as she turned around and began to walk pass the blond like a boss.
"Tch. Anyone can do that. And like I would hurt myself Vaughn..." she bitterly stated while turning her head slightly to look back at the said animal dealer, sending him a nasty glare, and the rancher then sternly announced, "I have to go to the bathroom. Later."
No one said anything as silence engulfed the room and Chelsea made her way to the bathroom just like that.
She locked the door and stood on the toilet, opening the window that was located above it.
Yep.
After about a minute of struggling, Chelsea had managed to sneak out of the house.
She smirked in satisfaction as her feet finally touched the grass and she hastily sprinted away before anyone could spot her.
It was insanely dark out and Chelsea really wasn't sure what time it was, but then again, she didn't care. She wanted to go and collect herbs and whatever was on the ground to make money, to make a profit.
Still smirking, she crossed the bridge and was feeling so relieved that she finally got away from all of those people.
It was too stressful for her and she was always on edge when around them, especially since they almost found her out. Chelsea just wanted to return back to her simple life and didn't want to deal with anyone but herself. The brunette didn't want to get close with anyone, she merely just wanted acquaintances, nothing more. She wanted to work harder, focus mainly on her farm, make money, improve herself as much as possible, and to complete certain... goals.
'I finally got away from them. Now hopefully I can find some herbs around here...' Chelsea thought while STILL smirking and she sprinted into a MASSIVE but empty field, and began to search for all sorts of goods in the dark.
After a few good minutes of searching, Chelsea heard faint growling from behind and she briskly turned around to see a... wolf.
It's merciless, hungry eyes seemed to glow in the dark, a shinning yellow. It showed it's menacing fangs and appeared to be foaming from the mouth, it's jet-black coat blending in well with the darkness.
Chelsea took a step back and scowled. 'Shit...'
Without warning, the barbarous wolf charged towards her and Chelsea braced herself, her eyes fierce.
It all happened in a flash.
Before the wolf could even reach her, someone had tackled the wolf down to the ground and was now wrestling it.
Chelsea couldn't believe it and horror then filled her sapphire eyes once realizing that the one who was wrestling this ferocious dog was... Vaughn.
As Vaughn struggled to pin the wolf to the ground, the wolf's fangs then briefly slashed away at his left arm, his sleeve instantly tearing and slight blood oozed out.
She gasped and panic hit her like a mallet. "Vaughn!"
Thinking fast, Chelsea took out her sharp-looking sickle and she advanced towards the two.
The wolf whimpered and ran away as if on cue.
Suddenly, Vaughn stood up directly in front of her and looked beyond infuriated.
"Idiot! Wild animals come outside at night! What the hell were you doing out here?! It's dangerous!"
"It's none of your business. And tch... You're the one to talk! You're supposedly an expert with animals and you handled that wolf the wrong way and now you got hurt!" Chelsea angrily retorted and she glared at him.
"Idiot. You would have become that wolf's midnight snack if it wasn't for me!" Vaughn fiercely argued.
She rolled her eyes. "I could have taken care of myself... You didn't have to protect me."
Vaughn huffed and turned around, about to walk away. "Humph. Whatever."
Feeling guilty, Chelsea frowned. "...Is your arm okay? You should go to a doctor."
"I don't need a doctor," Vaughn stubbornly spat.
"Then let me look at it, but back at your place. I'm kind of good with medical stuff..." she quietly admitted.
He shrugged, his back still facing her. "...Fine."
Once again, Chelsea felt the guilt sink in and she frowned.
"Vaughn, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to sound rude. I guess I was just angry that you would risk your life just because of me. I'm not worth dying for... Also... I'm just sorry and thank you and-"
Suddenly, Chelsea's world starting spinning and her vision was gradually fading as her body wobbled back and fourth, her attempting to stay standing.
Sensing something wrong, Vaughn turned around and quickly caught Chelsea by the shoulders before she could fall to the ground.
She was still conscious but seemed to be in a daze, and she felt her cheeks turn fire hydrant red at Vaughn's touch.
Chelsea averted her cerulean eyes to the ground and felt immensely dizzy; however, she was aware of how fast her heart was beating.
Vaughn sighed and he didn't know why, but he smiled.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who needs medical attention."
Author Note: Ah! It's three am! Hmm.. I'm going to look over this in the morning. Please ignore mistakes for now. Thanks so much for everything and please review or else Julia will give you the fork... Thank you ;D
Edit: Yay! I finally edited it xD