Next day.

-Chelsea 's pov.

I finished my work and am now relaxing in my house. It was late when I heard a knock on my door. I open the door and saw those now familiar amethyst eyes looking down at me.

"Vaughn what are you doing here so late?" I question.

"i saw that your light is on, and I was wondering if I could wait until my boat comes, with you." He replies.

"sure come in, what time does your boat get here?" I ask.

"One am" he answers.

"one! I don't know if I can stay up that late," I say honestly.

"that's okay, I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit" he says.

" Okay, do you want some milk?" I ask as he takes a seat on my sofa.

"Yea that would be great, thanks" he replies as I head to my kitchen to get us some. I walk back over and sit by him.

"hey Vaughn." I start and he looks me in the eyes showing that he is listening. "i wrote some letters, can you drop them in the mail box for me?"

"who are they for?" He ask.

"ones to my family. They are probably wondering how I am. And the other is to the couple at the ranch that I use to work for." I reply with a smile.

" sure where are they?" He asks. I get up and head to my desk where there are two envelops. I pick them up and bring them back to him. "okay I'll drop them in the mailbox." He smiles back up at me. He smiles so often now that it's less shocking. I really like his smile. I take my seat next to him again. We've gotten really comfortable around each other lately. Back when we first started hanging out I would sit on the opposite side of the couch. Now we seat right next to each other.

I still haven't told him how I feel about him. He makes this island feel like home. It makes me think I belong here, with him. If I told him this he would probably just run away and never look back, like I did with my previous life.

I don't know how long we sat there but my eyes started getting heavy and eventually everything turned black.

-Vaughn's pov.

I felt a sudden weight on my shoulder and I looked down. I saw Chelsea asleep and drooling on my shirt. I smile down at her. She looks adorable. "So, spirit is doing well. He seems like he misses you though, You should come visit." I take a glance at the sleeping girl, smiling to myself I continue "your farm seems to be doing well. I hate to admit it but I didn't think you would last, I'm glad I was wrong. I tend to judge people too quickly, I'm sorry." I take a deep breath.

"Chelsea, I've wanted to talk about this for awhile but I have never felt comfortable telling anyone. And I've never found the right time to tell you." I begin looking down at the sleeping girl on my shoulder,I grab a blanket from the top of the couch and drape it over her. "My mother died in childbirth, because of her death my father became an alcoholic. He blamed me for her death, actually he blamed me for everything. Hell, if you asked him I bet he'd blame me for global warming," I take a deep breath and run my fingers through soft chestnut strands. "I don't remember a lot about my younger years but what I do remember is the things I wish I could forget. My father always came home late with the smell of beer and smoke clinging to him. The first thing he would do when he came home was yell my name" I look down to make sure she is still sleeping before I continue, "it was always the same 'you screwed up this, you messed up that,it's your fault' he would say. Everything was my fault. Then he would 'teach me a lesson' or 'toughen me up' is what he always called it."

I shifted uncomfortably, maybe I wasn't ready to tell this story. I mean she is asleep so it's not like she will remember if I finished or not. I glances at the clock. 12:45. It's almost time for me to leave. Maybe next time I'll tell her when she's awake. I pick her up and carry her to her bed bridal style. I set her down and wrapped the blanket around her.

"goodnight Chelsea" I say as I grab my bag and head out the door, making sure the letters were in my pocket. It's just a week and I'll be back, is what I keep telling myself.

-Chelsea 's pov.

i wake up in my bed and look around. The last thing I remember is drinking milk with Vaughn. Was that a dream? I spot two cups still sitting on my coffee table. Nope not a dream. I must have fallen asleep and he carried me to bed. I blush red at the thought. How embarrassing!

Something seemed off about Vaughn last night. I hope he's okay, I should go ask him! Wait I can't it's Friday, and I can't call him because he is probably at work. Well whatever it was I hope he's okay now. This island feels a little lonely knowing that he isn't the plants aren't going to water themselves nor will the cows milk themselves. I need to get up and do my work.

-Vaughn's pov.

I walk into the main office of my work. And the secretary at the front desk greets me.

"hey Vaughn, the boss was waiting for you. He wants to have a word with you." She says. Man, I hope this is quick so I can go home and go to bed soon, I just want this week to be over. I walk into my bosses office.

"you wanted to see me?" I ask.

"ah vaughnie boy, yes I wanted to tell you that were offering you the promotion" he says with a smile. I catch myself smiling too, but before I can't say anything he says, " but here's the thing, if you accept. Next week will be your last week at sunny islands. Your new position won't having you going there. Now I know you have some family over there so I'll give you some time to think on it." He says and then nods towards the door, signalling me to leave.

If I take that promotion I won't go to sunny island. So I won't see Chelsea, Mirabelle or that annoying Julia. But I'll be getting better pay and get to travel more. What do I do. Goddess why does this have to be so difficult!

Which should I choose?

End.

i do not own harvest moon.