A/N: Like I said previously, these next few chapters will be lacking Vaughn. But that's alright hopefully! Trust me, he'll be back, and I'll figure out some way to shorten these a bit. Anyways, thanks for reviewing! Keep it up! I hope you like it!

Chelsea POV

The next morning I woke up late. It was 7am. I frantically leapt up and got ready, then ran outside with Mello and Castiel. I made a bee line for the horse barn and I was surprised to find Julia had just finished sweeping up the ground. The entire barn was amazingly clean. I gaped.

"Julia, I can't thank you enough." I said, startling her.

"Oh, Chelsea. Hi." She smiled, "Don't worry. It's nothing."

She glanced at my legs as if noticing the tattoos for the first time, then she does this sort of once-over of me. She stared at me liked she'd never seen a tattoo before, and suddenly, I get the vibe that she thinks I look trashy. I have never cared what anyone thought of my tattoos. I tried not to sneer at her. She was blatantly staring with distaste.

"Did those hurt?" She asked, cocking her head. I wasn't surprised. That was the typical question someone asked when they didn't want to come across rude and say 'Why the hell did you do that to your body?'

"Nah." I said, putting my hands in my back pockets, and rocking on the balls of my feet.

"They're pretty." She says, quietly. "I like those two." She points to my thighs.

I smile lightly, "Thanks. I like them too."

"What's the meaning behind them? Or do you just like animals?"

I smiled fondly down at my thighs. The right one was a deer bust, and the left one was an owl. Underneath the owl in a cursive script it read "My knowledge is a gift" and underneath the deer in the same script it read "My curiosity is a burden". I got these because more than once my curiosity and love of adventure had gotten me into trouble. I remembered a few of my trips to fugue forest, and the mines. I had gotten lost many times. Often Julius would say to me, "Chels, you are seriously one of the smartest people I know… but you have no idea what to do with that, do you?" He always used to say my advice was the best, and my insight was the best, I just never applied myself to anything, because it came natural to me. Like a gift. My curiosity hurt me, and my knowledge often saved me. This was one of the first tattoos I had gotten that Julius had watched. He was horrified, but fascinated. He kept asking me if it hurt. Of course, it did, but I couldn't say that because then he'd never let me tattoo him.

"My curiosity causes problems, but my knowledge always solves it." I said shrugging, not wishing to tell her the whole story. "And I really like animals. Deer are wonderful, they're majestic and beautiful, but they always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Owls are incredible, too. They question absolutely everything, and they have those huge eyes! It's like they see everything." I added on excitedly. Every time I talked about animals or my tattoo's I got carried away.

She smiled politely at me, and continued ogling my tattoo's.


After Julia had left, I began to brush the horses, and talk to them gently. I even brush the steed without any problems, other than his confusion over the new living arrangements. I don't think he was mad though, I think he felt superior that he had his 'own room'. I filled each of their individual food bins with fodder, and left. I felt bad leaving them inside all day, but I couldn't until I planted grass for them.

I entered the chicken coop that was a mess of feathers, and droppings. I couldn't take the chickens out to clean this one, they'd be everywhere. They were all scrawny and had feathers poking out in all directions. There was a few bags of seed in the corner that looked like they had been pecked at ferociously. I sighed and left to retrieve a broom, when I saw Mark leaving the house.

"Hey!" He waved, "Where did you disappear to last night?"

"I went to bed, so I could start today early. Lots to do." I grumbled, looking at my watch. It was almost 10.

He wrinkled his nose, "Not that much."

I raised an eyebrow, "Since you feel that way, you wouldn't mind planting some grass would you?"

He pursed his lips, "Fine."

I walked off to the shed and pulled out a broom and walked up to the coop while Mark left the fields, He had better be getting the seeds.

I began sweeping up the feathers and collecting them in a bag to throw away. After an hour or so, the feathers were all gone. The place was still a wreck though. I quickly fed the chickens and went into the barn and fed the other animals as well. I knew I wouldn't be able to finish this all today. Not even close. It was only noon when I took a break. I began walking towards the beach when I heard Julia's voice.

"Chelseaaaaa! I know how you can pay me back for helping with the farm!" She called, popping her head out of the door to her house.

"How?" I asked, approaching slowly.

"Go get Lanna and tell her to come over."

I furrowed my eyebrows, that didn't seem like a very fair trade. She did hard labor and I have to simply tell someone Julia wants to see them. Unfortunately people freaked me out. She knew my weakness.

"I don't even know where she lives."

"It's huge, you can't miss it. Pink." She added at the end.

I sighed loudly, "I'll be back."


I walk to the large house, dreading every moment of this. What if I went to the wrong house or something? I could tell I was about to make a total jackass of myself. I walked down the path and stared up at the sky. It was full of fluffy, happy clouds. I scowled, and then collided with something.

"Sorry!" Denny and I both said at the same time.

He offered an adorable smile, "I was just off in my own world again."

"Welcome to my life." I snorted.

He cocked his head and reached towards my hair. I leaned my head back in discomfort, but he didn't seem to notice. He plucked a feather from my hair and waved it in front of my face.

"Looking good." He winked and walked off, leaving me flustered and anxious.

I continued on to the house which I could now see, very clearly. It was big and pink, Julia was right. I still hated her in that moment for making me do this. I don't stay mad too long though. She doesn't know how scared I am of other people, or how I don't trust them. Everything was different on Castanet, they were family. Here, they were just random people I had to tolerate for a while. It was getting scarier and scarier though as time went on. I'd only arrived here Wednesday morning and now it was Friday, everyone was too nice. I didn't like it. I wanted to be left alone, and not get attached to anyone or anything here. I sighed as I walked up the white stairs to Lanna's house, it wasn't anyone's fault. They just wanted to be nice.

I knocked on the door awkwardly and stood. I put my hands in and out of my pockets and rocked on the balls of my feet. The door swung open and a petite blonde stood in front of me. She had straight across bangs, and large brown doe eyes. She had an air of innocence surrounding her, and a facial expression to match.

"Hi…" I started.

"Hi! I'm Lanna! And I'm in my pajamas… Sorry, come in. I'll only be a minute!" She walked in and I reluctantly followed. I stood in the doorway as she ran up the winding stairs. Everything in here was so pink and frilly, but my eyes stopped on a large ivory piano. I walked slowly towards it and touched the top delicately. It was gorgeous. I haven't seen such a beautiful instrument in my life. I looked at the seat, the ivory matched and the design was just as intricate. The seat was cushioned in pink satin. I resisted the urge to sit on the welcoming fabric, and instead glided my fingers across it. It felt just like I'd imagined. The keys were spotless and intact. I touched one and it chimed beautifully throughout the foyer, it was crisp and in tune. I sighed peacefully as I stared at the object, when I heard a giggle from behind me.

I jumped, startled and turned around. Lanna was wearing a long green frilly dress and matching headband.

"This is beautiful." I say, trying to cover up for how I was fondling it.

"I know." She sighed dreamily and walked over to it, and sat on the bench. "I love it."

She rested her hands on the keys, "I haven't played in a while. Brings back memories, you know?"

I nodded, somberly.

"Do you play?"

"I haven't in a while. I never get a chance." I said quietly.

"You have one now." She smiled.

I shook my head quickly, not here, not now.

She didn't press.

"I'm Chelsea." I said quickly, covering up the awkward silence that had settled over us.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier."

She smiled, "Are you Mark's sister? You look just like him."

"That's me."

"You're here to help in on the farm, right?" She asked.

I nodded.

She shuddered, "That must be some hard work. I have never done that."

I snorted, figures.

"What have you done?" I continued the conversation, much to my own dismay.

She cocked her head at me, then kind of smiled. "Really?"

I was confused, "Yes…"

"Everyone knows! I was just surprised you didn't." She smiled sweetly. "I was a pop star. Well for like two years… I was a 'One Hit Wonder'," She made a face at that phrase, "I was pretty much on top of the world… For a short time. I did all kinds of fun stuff. I got to model clothes, appear on tv shows, sign autographs… My favorite thing about it all though was singing. I got to do what I loved all the time, and people liked it. It was magical… Until everyone forgot about me and I moved here to escape."

I was a little bit shocked that she told me her whole story so quickly, but people on this island were all a little odd. She seemed to have really opened up to me.

"That's really cool." I mumbled, not exactly knowing how to respond.

She laughed, and it sounded like a wind chime. She had a very rehearsed voice, theatrical in a way, and suddenly I was curious to see how it sounded while singing. "It was a little bit more than cool. It was the greatest." She smiled.

I was glad that she wasn't bitter about the situation. That's how things worked. One day you're in and the next day you're gone. People forget other people so easily.

"Do you still sing?" I asked, leaning on the piano gently.

"Oh, of course. All the time. I just haven't played the piano because it brings back those performing memories. I was never very good at the piano when I was younger. I tried and took lessons and everything. I just was better at singing. My manager told me I needed to learn to play it better because my voice alone was not enough to make it. I spent countless hours practicing the piano, but it never had enough soul. I never had the passion that I do for singing, and it showed. I haven't played because it reminds me of everything I've worked for gone to waste." She shrugged at the end of her explanation. I stared, she was very different from how I assumed she'd be.

"I'm happy now, don't get me wrong. I love it here on this island. But it's hard to know that I already reached my peak and now I have nothing left to do." She added.

"I'm sure you'll find something." I smiled reassuringly at her.

She nodded somberly, "I hope so."


As we made our way to Julia's we chatted about the weather and the people on the island. It wasn't at all dreadful being with her. I kind of liked her company. I'd never really known someone like her, I couldn't quite place my finger on what made her so different from the girls back home, but I didn't mind it at all.

We arrived at Julia's house, and Lanna knocked. I continued on to the farm when I heard Julia squeal. I grimaced.

"Chelsea! Come back!"

I turned to see Julia pouting and Lanna looking curiously at us.

"Why?" I asked walking back, slowly.

"Come in and we can all talk!"

I pursed my lips. For some reason, everyone always thought I was up for just talking. I rarely was. I always listened to everyone's drama and problems, but never told them my own. Unfortunately people had mistaken that for me being happy all the time and not having any issues. Boy were they wrong.

"I don't know… I really should be getting back. I haven't tended to all of the animals yet."

"Oh, they'll still be there when you get back. Stay for an hour or so." She smiled, pulling my hand in.

I reluctantly followed, fearing that she would be wrong about the animals still being there. In Mark's care you could never be sure.


We were all sitting at the kitchen table with coffee in front of us. I don't drink coffee, so I just held it in my palms, savoring the warmth even though it was fairly hot outside.

Julia was making a face at Lanna for quite a while without saying anything. Lanna noticed, she didn't say anything either though. She just tried to ignore her and began to blush furiously. It reminded me of Candace. I missed her gentle words and acceptance.

Julia smirked, she knew she was winning. This reminded me of Luna. I bit my lip. I miss them.

"So Lanna…" Julia started.

Lanna fidgeted.

"How's Denny?"

Lanna's face turned an unbelievable shade of red and she widened her eyes.

"W-What do.. do y-you mean?" She sputtered nervously.

Julia laughed loudly. "I knew it!"

"Knew what?" Lanna tried, meekly.

"You have a crush on Denny, don't you?"

"You have a crush on Gill, don't you?"

"Shut up, Julius! You don't know anything!" She cried, pink hair flying as she stomped her foot, and held back embarrassed tears.

"I know you do!" He smiled wickedly.

"Jul, stop." I said exasperatedly and put my hand on his arm.

"Yeah! Leave me alone!" Luna cried.

He rolled his eyes.

"You're being childish." I told him as Luna ran off. He hated being called that.

He flipped his hair.

"She doesn't even get it. Gill is obviously gay."

"I gotta go!" I said, abruptly standing up to leave, and tripping over my chair and splattering a few drops of my coffee on the table as I tried to depart quickly.

"Why?" Julia asked, cocking her head.

Lanna looked confused.

"See ya around!" I muttered, not bothering to answer the question as I bolted from the house and up to the farm.

As soon as I got there, I noticed Mark up in the corner planting grass. I went straight to the barn and was thankful all the gates were shut. I leaned against the wall and slid down, crying.

I was being such a baby, I know. But I missed Julius so much. He has a crush on Gill and I'm not there to witness it or help in any way. I'm missing everything. This could be huge. If he was right about it, about Gill being gay, Julius could have his first actual boyfriend. What kind of best friend leaves?

I let the tears fall until I heard a strange noise. I looked up and saw nothing, so I just assumed it was my labored breathing from the crying. I felt something nudge my leg though. I looked down at the gray and pink pig. It was the runt with the breathing problem. It must have squirmed through the bottom of the pen. The other piglets were too big already to do that. I smiled and patted its coarse head. It snorted gleefully. I smiled through my tears and picked up the baby. I held it in my arms and it didn't even squirm or try to leave. It just got cozy in my grasp and shut its eyes.

Leave it to an animal to save me. Honestly.

A/N: Thank you all for reading this! I love this so much and sharing it with you guys! I hope you like it! Don't forget to review it for me! Any kind of feedback is welcome! Thank you so much! Let me know what you think of the characters!