A/N: Hello! I'm planning of setting a goal of writing at least two chapters every month, 1,500 words each. (Not including the A/N's) As we know, it won't last too long. XD But there's no harm in trying, right?

"Oh, h-hi, Chelse'…"

I knew right then and there that trouble was on its merry way right now. There wasn't any rocket science behind it. Great! Now I was stuck in this mess and had absolutely no idea how to shovel my way out.

I wouldn't have panicked in the least…but Mark was there and he looked mighty confused as well as almost frightened of Chelsea, who looked like Vaughn, expression wise.

Well, DUH! That's the point, you idiot, A little voice in my mind practically screeched. I knew that if I had said that aloud, Vaughn would have given the same exact snide remark. Unless if he was in a 'good' mood, a rarity.

"H-how's it going, M-Mark?" my voice and its volume shrunk down to the pitch of Sabrina's voice, probably twice as quiet.

"Uh, I hope you noticed something is wrong with my sister…"

"Right! Umm, about that. It's a very long story so why don't you come on inside and sit?" I offered, smiling politely. Who knew how Mark would react to the way Chelsea changed into…well, Vaughn?

The rancher's sibling seemed to hesitate, but with a quick yank on the arm (and a yelp from him) he was inside the Witch's seemingly ominous home.

Chelsea walked in too, with a stoic expression. But something about her was different. I knew already what had happened…but even Vaughn wouldn't get that crabby looking. Chelsea didn't even speak or give a sarcastic comment. She just coldly stared at Mark who stood awkwardly, trying to make the best of the situation mentally.

"Julia! For the millionth time, who is it? I've been waiting for your response, you know!" Witch came storming in, though I knew she'd cool down the minute Mark came into sight. You see, he is a little eye-catching to some girls. Witch being one of them.

She had her fist in the air threateningly, but every sign of anger vanished from her face as soon as she saw Mark. I'm pretty sure that I wasn't going crazy when her eyes appeared as little pink hearts.

"Oh, who is this, Jules?"

"This is Chelsea's brother, Mark!" I said as cheerfully and loud as I could to prevent the atmosphere from becoming any more uncomfortable than it already was. The intenseness was way too palpable for my liking.

I know that I'm not so observant when it comes to people's reactions, but it didn't take Einstein to tell me that the Witch immediately stiffened, afraid of what Mark would think about the switch…

"H-hi, Mark. I'm the Witch P-Princess. You may h-hear nasty things about me from the snooty villagers, but I'm no evil person. Or witch, I should say," she explained, fluttering her eyes innocently. I smacked her arm. Not everyone was that bad!

"You know, I really don't care about who you are. I want my normal, happy and cheerful sister back. The one I love," Mark demanded. He clearly had no patience left for us to clarify on what was needed to be done in order to get the old Chelsea back.

"Um, you see Mark, Chelsea sort of got…switched," I murmured.

"What happened to her?" Mark asked in a dangerously low tone. I shivered, noticing that he had an easily flaring temper that was probably no fun to deal with. This wasn't going to be so pretty. I made a quick prayer mentally and just decided to cross my fingers.

But before I could say anything, the Witch butt her head in, saving my life. "We're having a bet. Basically Chelsea has to act completely opposite of her normal self for as long as possible, maybe even a season, without any breaks. If she succeeds, she gets any one thing from me for free. Lose, and she has to buy me a teddy bear from the city."

If she hadn't been around, I'd be dead at this point…

"I'm not buying that."

AARGH! TO HECK WITH IT, JUST TELL HIM THE DANG TRUTH!

"Vaughn-and-Chelsea's-minds-accidentally-got-switched-and-they-have-to-be-seperated-for-a-month-to-cure-it!" I said all in one breath, my eyes closed shut. Better say my prayers now, expect a punch at any time…

Mark, to my severe disadvantage, had ears of a rabbit.

"WHAT?" he screamed and I knew it wasn't because he hadn't understood what the heck I had just said. He knew, and this was the real end of me.

"Yeah, yeah, get over it, farmer. They're switched and the only way to get them normal again is to just keep them completely away from each other for one month." Come on! The Witch was acting as if this was a minor problem with nothing to worry about!

"That does it. We're done on these islands," Mark grumbled and he was about to grab a silently speculating Chelsea by the elbow when I literally collapsed to my knees in surrender. Tears streamed out from my eyes like a leaky faucet, they wouldn't stop coming similar to when we had got the news about Dad's death.

"Please Mark! Please! I absolutely love Chelsea more than anyone I've ever met in my entire life and yes, this includes my own mother! Please, Mark, give us one more chance! The Witch and I promise with all of our hearts that we will bring the real, lovable Chelsea back within a season!" I cried, pressing my hands together tightly as if in prayer and keeping my face towards Mark's feet. The tears dripped endlessly, forming a cute little puddle and getting the blond rancher's boots wet with salty tears.

Mark sighed in defeat. "One season is all you got. If Chelsea isn't back to normal by- Witch what is today's date?"

"Fall seventh."

"If Chelsea isn't back in her normal, cheerful form by winter eighth I will gather all of our things and take Kasey, Molly, and Chelsea away from here forever, and leave everyone to fend for themselves without a rancher. DO YOU GET MY WORDS?"

"Yes…"

"Good. Now Chelsea, let's…Wait where is she?" Mark asked, glancing around the room worriedly. "Chelsea!"

"I don't know," Witch muttered, gazing out the window. She smiled slightly for a moment.

"Why am I suddenly feeling a little uneasy after you smiled?" I asked, hoping that this was just some sort of joke from the Witch.

"I think she went to the church. Why not go see her, Julia?"

"Actually, I don't want her seeing you…" Mark began but his voice trailed off when I pouted childishly. "Oh, alright."

I then without a second thought dashed my way out of there, heading for the church.

One month. That's all you have to do. Keep them away from each other for one month. And that should be a piece of cake! Vaughn is rarely here anyways.

As if on cue, Kirk's boat pulled right to the dock, letting the silver-haired cowboy with an abnormally huge smile on his face hop off and sprint towards me.

"Hey Julia! My boss said I could stay have a month's worth of vacation! He says I'm acting weird and need a break!"

Spoke too soon…

A/N: Almost 1,200 words, not including the author's notes! Not bad, but I can do better. I'm hoping to get this story at least seventy five percent or completely done by July so I can start a new longfic. Please review and tell me what you think about Mark's reaction!

-Hershey-

P.S. HOLY COW THIS IS THE TENTH CHAPTER! :O Thanks to EVERYONE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! Happy Fanfictioning and please continue with your awesome support that keeps me wanting to write! :)