~Chelsea~

"WRAHHHHH!" I throw my hands up in the air in frustration while Pierre tries to calm me down.

"Chelsea!" he frets, as I nearly upset the bowl in front of me. I sought out his help for my entry to the cooking contest, even though I knew it was almost like cheating to do so.

Luckily, he and I became close when he found out that I think his top hat is really cool. Apparently he almost got stepped on by some "mean cowboy" he's never seen before and the guy just glared at him and muttered how ugly his purple hat was before taking off without any apology.

When I heard the story, I snickered and reminded myself to scold Vaughn for it later, whether he listens to me or not.

Either way, I'm standing in Pierre's kitchen with the door locked as I try to make a salad, the most basic dish of all. Originally, he was going to teach me desserts, which was what he wanted the contest to be, but once I started cooking and he realized just how terrible I am he relented and decided he'd make it easy since it was my first year.

It doesn't seem to matter though, however easy the dish is to make.

"Salad is all in the presentation!" the small cook insists, and I stare confusedly at the bowl before, where I've dumped in a mix of hacked tomatoes and torn lettuce leaves.

"But if you eat it and still tastes good what's the difference? Who cares how it looks?" I whine, and Pierre eyes me sternly, slapping my hand lightly with the brown mixing spoon he holds in his hand; he's so talented at what he does that he's managed to make a cake while teaching me. And the cake is nearly finished, but I've still no idea what I'm doing.

"I care," he admonishes me, "so get it right!"

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I'm happily munching on cake as I walk down the street. Not thirty minutes after my tantrum started, Pierre just sighed and gave up before asking if I wanted some of the cake he made.

Of course I wanted cake. I love cake. Who doesn't love cake?

My question is answered when I roughly collide into something solid, which pulls back and says in an angry voice, "Thanks a lot."

I look up and see that I've not only run straight into Vaughn (why's he on the island today? It's a Sunday! He's early?) but I've managed to totally squash the cake into his vest, ruining it.

"Oh hey, Vaughn," I say lazily as I grin up at him, and he just roll his eyes and grabs me, dragging me off to Mirabelle's.

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After pulling me past a wide-eyed Julia and a smirking Mirabelle, he takes off the vest and throws it at me, sitting on his bed and crossing his arms. I stare uncomprehendingly at him until he sighs in frustration and points at the bathroom that's attached to his room.

"Clean it," he orders, and I make a face but go ahead and rinse the vest obligingly, getting the cake off as best I can. After hanging it, I walk out and find him still frowning at me.

"What?" I demand, "I already cleaned your crummy vest. Get over it, the cake's off of it."

He just looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"There's food on your face," he says, and my hands fly upwards so that I nearly smack myself in the face. This gets a half smirk from him-probably the closest thing I've ever seen to a smile on this guy. Leaning forward, he puts out a hand and swipes roughly at my cheek.

"Idiot," he mutters as he takes his hand back, but I know that he's probably thinking he's the idiot for even doing that for me. My face is red as I realize the gesture he just made, but I shake my head frantically and say, "Seriously, what do you want?"

He sighs.

"For you to shut up," he states bluntly. I open my mouth to complain about how HE dragged ME here, when he scoots over to the other side of the bed and pats the other end, signaling me to sit.

I shut up and sit.

We stay like that, silent for a few minutes before he clears his throat.

"You're gonna participate in the festival then?" he asks, surprising me. I totally didn't see that one coming.

"Wha-?" I say, sounding extremely stupid. I'm rewarded with a contemptuous glance from him.

Before he can say anything condescending, I clear my throat and say, "Yeah, what's it to you?"

He shrugs and says, "I'm trying to make conversation. Deal with it."

It's an innocent enough reason, and I'm sure it's true to a point, but when I see the beginnings of another one of his weird half smirks I know the real reason he asked me the question.

"You think I can't cook," I say flatly, and he freezes. Bingo.

After a cough, he says, "Never said that."

My anger gets the better of me, and I rage, "Whatever, you didn't have to say anything I can tell what you're thinking!"

When he rolls his eyes, I really lose it, and I pounce on him, not even thinking about what I'm doing.

"Wha, what are you doing?! Get off!" he yells as I grab him in a headlock and throw off his hat, ruffling up his hair. I realize now that I've probably gone about this in the wrong way, but fighting has always been the way I've defended myself so it's just my natural instinct to do so.

It isn't like I haven't fought bigger opponents after all. Unfortunately, Vaughn's stronger than I estimated and he shoves me off him and slams me into the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he demands, looking down at me, not realizing the position he's put us in.

I shrug defensively.

"Lots of things. You know that. I mean, you don't KNOW know that, but you know that clearly I don't tick right."

His anger fades at my statement and I can tell he's about to question me about what I mean by that when a gasp in the doorway stops him.

When we look up, we see Julia staring, her face entirely red.

Vaughn looks at her, then looks down at me and realizes what I realized a long time ago.

One of his legs is in between mine, and his hands are wrapped around my wrists as he pins me to the bed. He's leaning over me, and in the tussle my shirt has ridden up a bit. Not to mention he has no vest or hat on right now.

Letting go quickly, he picks up his hat and storms out the door while Julia looks at me and says, "Chelsea!"

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"Ohhhh. So that's what happened."

"Don't sound so disappointed," I say, poking at my crops I bought for summer. Julia knows now that what happened wasn't at all what she thought it was, and we're on my farm. She's watching me as I squat down and observe each plant carefully, making sure that nothing's wrong with any of them.

She pouts anyways and leans against my windmill as we go to stand near it, staring as the sun sets in the distance.

"I can't be disappointed that my best friend doesn't have any notions of romance at all?" she frowns, and I shrug, not really wanting to talk about it. Julia just pouts even more at my stoic manner.

To get her mind off my issues, I say slyly, "So what happened when you woke up the other day at Natalie's? You never did tell me."

I'm right to ask that question; she perks up immediately and begins talking about how Elliot had made all the girls breakfast, but had given her the best of the food, causing both Lanna and Natalie to smirk at her and Elliot to blush.

Suddenly she stops talking and mutters a curse under her breath.

"What?" I ask, and she smacks herself in the forehead.

"I forgot to feed the chickens! Vaughn's gonna be so pissed if he has to make up for my chores AGAIN! Bye Chelsea, I'll see you tomorrow!" As she rushes off frantically I laugh and wave good-bye to her before straightening up to head into my house.

Okay, so this is NOT a spoiler, but the two games I connected to this game are More Friends of Mineral Town and Two Towns because those are the only two games right now I know well enough to write about besides this one XD Just a heads up...especially for future characters and explanations.

Thanks for reading! :) Leave any thoughts or comments if you want!