Okay guys, so I was writing and couldn't think of anything so this is a filler chapter until next time. I hope you still enjoy reading it anyway and please don't forget to review. Disclaimer – I still don't own Harvest moon or any of its characters.
One Last Dance – Chapter 11
Chelsea's P.O.V
His deep amethyst eyes pierced through mine as he took a step closer. I closed my eyes and inhaled the strong scent of hay that filled my nostrils. My heart ran to my throat as his hand delicately brushed up against the curve in my back, sending my stomach to flutter like butterflies. He was sanding so close, I could feel his sweet cool breath on my face, his perfectly thin lips inches away from mine. I opened my eyes again and gasped quietly, his nose brushed against mine before I looked back up into his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak to him, to engage him in conversation but he brushed a finger over my lips and shushed me.
"Don't talk" He murmured as he leant down, his lips less than an inch from mine. I could feel his heart beat alongside mine, fast and erratic, threatening to burst open with the slightest touch. His hand pressed firmly against the slender groove of my back as his other hand stroked my hip. His lips were thin and inviting, begging for me to join them, calling for me. My breath picked up just as his mouth closed the little gap left between us, his hand clutching my back.
A sharp knock pulled me back into the real world. I slowly opened my eyes, my heart still beating fast from the weirdest dream I'd ever had. Frowning I rubbed my head to try and dismiss the images that set in my brain like hot solder. Why the hell were you dreaming of that Chelsea? I growled before rolling out of bed and opening the front door.
"Hey poverty farmer, let me in" Mark laughed before stepping inside and jumping on the couch. I growled at him before narrowing my eyes.
"Hey don't get your AIDS on my couch" I retaliated as I shut the door. Mark narrowed his eyes at me before nodding at my comeback. He knew I was just too awesome to beat. Rolling my eyes I walked over to him before plunking myself right next to him and swinging my legs over onto his knees. Vaughn's eyes pierced my brain as I shook my head to get rid of him. Get out, get out, get out. Stupid cowboy.
"What do ya need?" I asked, trying to stay focused on Mark's babyish looking face. He grinned widely before pulling out a parcel. I frowned before opening it up and smelling the delicious cookies presented before me.
"Considering that I'm not particularly interested in the female species, I thought I'd give my best mate some" He winked, digging his elbow into my sides. I rolled my eyes but frowned.
"And why are you giving me cookies?" I asked, completely confused by the gift but happy to accept it none the less. I brought one up to my mouth and bit into it, letting the rich chocolate flavour run down my throat – they were still warm.
"It's spring harmony day idiot" He laughed as he rolled his eyes at me. I knitted my eyebrows together and looking into his deep emerald ones. Spring harmony day? Sounded like some weird hippy festival. He pushed my feet of his legs to look at me properly.
"You don't know what spring harmony day is?" He asked, completely taken aback by my lack of knowledge. Listen where I came from there was no spring harmony day.
"Doesn't look like it" I smiled, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes before taking one of the cookies he brought me.
"Well it's a kind of tradition around here, guys give girls cookies to show that they love them" He laughed as he took a bite of the sweet, warm chocolate cookie. I looked down at the chocolate cookies on my lap and shot Mark a sweet smile.
"Well I'm flattered" I laughed as I brought him into a hug. He chuckled before pushing me off and rolling his eyes. I looked outside the window, the sun danced on my corps which were now growing nicely with lush green leaves. It didn't look like it was going to rain anytime soon; this week was going to be busy. I turned back to look at mark, his bright green eyes lit up the room.
"Considering you woke me up" I smiled, standing up of the sofa before turning back to face him, "Fancy helping make breakfast?" I asked, flicking my eyes over to the sorry looking kitchen which hadn't been used all that much since I'd been here. He grinned before jumping up and walking over to the kitchen. Best thing about having Mark around? He made awesome food.
Vaughn's P.O.V
The front door opened as a gust of fresh air blew inside. My hands were full with paperwork I'd only just finished after staying up all night, the part of the job I hated. There was a sharp cough behind me as the customer slammed their fist onto the server bell again. I growled under my breath, stupid fucking customers.
"I'll be there in a minute" I mumbled from inside the office, just barely loud enough for them to hear. Placing the heavy paper down, the bell rang again. I turned around and narrowed my eyes, were they fucking deaf? Storming out of the room I walked up to the desk and glared at the stubby guy stood in front of me. He was around 5 foot 7 and had a large beer belly which hung over the edge of his pants as if he was up the duff.
"What?" I asked, not bothering with customer service, who the hell paid attention anyway? The man in front of me grumbled deeply from under his moustache before staring at me.
"How much will a cow be then?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets before coughing … All. Over. The. Counter. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry. If you would like to purchase a cow I will need you to fill out these forms if you are a new customer" I replied, keeping my voice low and quiet. He huffed, pulling his hands back out of his pockets before placing them onto the counter and leaning forward. I could smell the strong scent of stale whisky fill the air as his breath loomed. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist as he looked up at me.
"Listen boy. I'm an old friend of Nick, we have an … arrangement" He grumbled, the fibres of his moustache dancing at the vibration of his voice. I sighed before stepping back ever so slightly.
"Nick left three months back. Turns out he'd been embezzling funds, so if you want to pay him a visit he's in Parkhurst prison" I finished, staring at the old man in front of me. His expression suddenly dropped to shell shock, causing me to hide a smirk.
"Turns out I didn't need a cow after all" He mumbled before pivoting on the spot and rushing out of the door. I smirked to myself, thank you and come again. Sighing I returned back into my office and closed the door behind me before flicking my gaze over to the calendar, Spring 14. This time last year … well it hardly mattered any more. Spring Harmony day, waste of fucking time. A pathetic excuse for soppy guys to spend hours baking the perfect cookies for girls who didn't want to eat them in fear of 'losing their figure'. Grumbling I took a seat in my desk chair before staring at the piles of paperwork completed and comparing it to the new pile that sat neatly on the corner of the desk. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my brain have at least two minutes of rest.
Her eyes flashed into view, the sun revealing the deep sapphire blue inside. Her long chestnut coloured hair clung to her face as the wind blew gently across the ground. She smiled, flashing a smile of pure white teeth.
I shook my head before opening my eyes, I couldn't rest anywhere.
Then another pair of eyes clouded my vision, vicious brown ones. They pierced into mine as her pink hair fell to her shoulders. Accusation shot through her pupils as they stabbed me like poisoned blades.
I clenched my fist as her name burned my skin – Natalie.
I stood up and strode back out of the room; I needed to get some rest. I picked up the keys off the table before walking out of the door and locking it securely behind me. Walking up the street I stared at the pavement, forcing any thoughts I had in my head to oblivion. I was fucked up, completely and utterly fucked.
Around me, people busied themselves with getting to work or running errands, completely ignoring their surroundings. I hated people. I guess some would label me as anti-social but I didn't believe in labels.
Sighing, I took my hat off before running my hand through my long silver hair. What kind of sick bastard invented silver hair? I was 28 years old for crying out loud. Luckily for me – in school there was a kid with pink hair so the attention was driven away from me.
A man brushed past me as a big bouquet of flowers hit me. He turned around to look at me with pure dread set in his face. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him which caused him to flinch slightly.
"I'm sorry" He mumbled before turning around and rushing back off, clutching a box of cookies in his hands while the now slightly squished flowers in the other. I grumbled before turning back around and stopping dead in the street, people pushing past me to get to their destinations.
Last year … that would have been me. I brought my hands up to my face and sighed, so much had changed.
"Don't just stand there then" An unhappy guy grumbled as he pushed past me. I looked up at him and growled before crossing the road to the opposite side of the street.
A blue pair of eyes played on the edge of my mind as I thought back to those stupid islands. What was it about her that made her appear in my head all the time? She wasn't special, she was just a frickin' farmer.
Chelsea's P.O.V
Mark jokingly dusted off his hands as he placed a plate of toast and two chucky eggs in front of me. I licked my lips before snatching up a piece of toast and placing it in the rich creamy yolk. Being a farmer and a lover of animals I'm guessing you thought I'd be completely repulsed by devouring the unborn, but they were just so damn tasty. Mark chuckled at my expression before taking the seat opposite me and grinning widely.
"You still on for Monday?" He asked, eyeing me carefully. I swallowed my food before racking my brain, oh yeah, it was the beach party.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it even if a giant tsunami washed everyone up …" I smirked before taking another bit of toast. I frowned for a second before looking back up into his eyes.
"Too much?" I asked, a little disturbed by my own images. He chuckled before nodding. I rolled my eyes at him, roll on Monday – never thought I'd ever say that.
And here is the end of a filler, sorry about the long wait but I hope you stick around for the next update which should be a lot more interesting ;)
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