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Chapter 12 : From 0 Fucks, to a Couple Fucks

Chelsea stood from table, "I'm beat, I think it's time for me to turn in, if you guys don't mind."

I watched my fiancé scurry around with one hand, trying to be a good hostess. As I grabbed the plates and starts filling up the sink. I think I'm a decent 'husband'.

I could hear Chelsea whisper, "Vaughn, I really am sor-"

"Shut up, I'm not talkin to ya." He snapped back

Typical Vaughn. He is to hard headed to accept the girls apology, just like me really.

Claire left the room. Chelsea sighed, and followed behind her. Vaughns expression fell from fake hatred to ...Regret?

Well, I minds as well take the stupid chance. Here comes my newly discovered lovesick self-unrevealing out,

"You like her" I muttered, Vaughns eyes shot at me.

I sighed and removed my baseball cap "Of course your oblivious to it, idiot." I smirked "Jerks like us don't catch on that easy, that would be too simple." Vaughn chuckled... That wasn't a joke... I was serious... Claire actually said the same thing to me one time...

***** flashback

"Your a jerk Gray, Jerks are oblivious to their feeling, and that because they have their damn minds trained to make everything damn complicated" Four days later, I proposed, 3 seasons later, we are still unmarried... She wants to wait for winter..

ANYWAY, Vaughn spoke, "Shes weird, stupid, always in a daze, and optimistic in some fucking weird, twisted way. Needless to say, not my goddess damn type. So get it outta ya big head"

I sighed, 4 years ago, of someone told me I would be head over heels inlove with the snappy little blonde farmer who always pulled the right strings to boil my blood, I would have said the exact same thing…

"There is no such thing as a 'type'. It's about the one person who has the ability to make you happy. And face it, she is that girl." I angrily whispered back. It's true. I wouldn't love any feisty blonde who walked up to me, only my Claire.

Vaughn grinded his teeth, "I don't. I fucking dig chicks who accuse me if fucking rape. I'm going to bed."

This guy is so hard headed and dense. I stood in his path, his height towered over mine, "Listen Buddy. I know our past fucking sucks balls. But believe me, Chelsea will fucking change that for you. Wither you like it or not. I decided to not let Claire in, and look at me now. I'm like fucking… normal. " I smirked "You gotta listen, dude. She has the ability to take over your mind... It's you decision, I'm justly fuckin saying."

Vaughn glared down at me and snorted "I will NEVER let anyone so aggravating and reckless have so much power over me."

What a piss off, oh well, I tried. Enough caring for one day. I shrugged at my buddy and slumped on the sofa , then I heard him slouch next to myself and sigh.

I felt a tiny body squeeze sit comfortably on my laps, and I smelt fresh strawberries and my face was tickled with wet golden hair. My blood pumped as I closed my eyes and pulled the gorgeous girl closer into a tight snuggle. Shit, did I say snuggle? I mean, I put my chin on her head cause I'm getting tired... No idiot, you meant cuddle. Ah fuck I'm turning into a softy.

She kissed my arm gently, then I heard her sweet voice jingle gently at my ear, "Your blankets are on the floor. Both of you, have fun with one sofa." I love it when she whispers in my ear, if Vaughn wasn't right there I would... Wait, WHAT!

Vaughn

Belch, Claire and Gray. Get a fucking room. Here Gray is, the real tough guy, then she comes around and turns him into... Damn... Creamcheese, or something fucking fluffy like that.

Pfft, Look at that stupid greasy grin…

"WHAT!" Gray bellowed,

I jumped, what the fuck?

"Gray! Calm it! I gave Chelsea our bed! I'm taking the guestroom, since I'm a hardworking farmer. You and Vaughn gets tge sofa." The annoying voice filled the room.

Wait now, I'm fucking sharing a sofa with Gray? Over my fucking dead body. Gray thought the same obviously when he snickered, "Hahahahaha. No Sunshine. I'm sleeping with you I'm the spare room."

Claires face dropped... "Oh... Yeah... I actually never thought of that"

Gray chuckled, what the shit. He thought it was cute? I think it's ridiculously stupid. I watched the engaged couple exit the room, arms around eachother, I watched as Gray reached down and pinched Claires ass, wonderful.

I refuse to EVER act like that.

I stretched across the sofa, I can't wait to go back to Sunshine Island to get rid of that brat... I slowly fell into a sleep.

Chelsea

I slept, slept, slept. Until I felt an unimaginable amount of sunlight on my face, I jumped up so fast you would say there was a knife to my throat, I made my little Bonne cringe at my sudden movement. What time is it? Did I miss the boat? I looked at my alarm, and sighed. Only 1:00 pm... But still, it's pretty darn late to be sleeping in... I forced myself out of bed, got dressed, took my bags, dog, and found my chicken from the fence, and I left towards the docks. I made sure to leave Claire and Gray a thank you note of course.

I got to the beach... Kais Cookhouse... I peeked in the windows, again, looking for signs of my Kai, but nothing.

"Hey! You Boarding?" I heard Zacks voice bellow

I didn't realize it was 7 pm already. My animals and I scooted onto the boat, and they were put down with the animal room. I made my way to the deck, as we set sail. I looked out to the horizon...

This is the first time I've been on the boat since... the storm... I shook as the vivid memories of the terror flooded back.

I felt myself running through the water, pushing my way up to the deck, watching the only life boat drift away into safety, as I screamed bloody murder, begging for help... My heart rate started to increase; I could feel panic racing to me once again. I dropped onto the closet couch, and I took my legs into my face out of fear and hugged them for safety..."it's gonna be okay, Chelsea. It will be fine. It's nice out. You're going to be fine."...

Only 11 more hours of this torture to be over... If I make it alive...

Vaughn

I watched the girl for hours, holding her self vulnerably, mumbling to herself, shaking, and cringing with any odd rocking the boat made.

I rolled my eyes, what a damn wuss... Her hair was pulled into a braid, and her bandana was clutched into her hands, like she was holding on for dear life... I don't get her. She isn't afraid to jump into the fucking freezing cold ocean during a damn storm... But stick her on a damn ship safely in the middle of the ocean and she is fuckin loosin it for her dear life...

Oh, yeah... I'm guessing her shipwreck from before got her a bit traumatized. I know the feeling when horror memories come flooding back to ya, when it haunts yer mind until whatever the reminder is goes away...

I sighed, she looked so fucking pathetic over there alone...

She fucking accused me of rape.

Yes, but she apologised.

Well it takes a whole fuck more than-

Wait. Fuck. During my stupid argument with myself I found that I had already took the honors of taking the empty seat right next to her. WHY DONT MY ACTIONS LISTEN TO ME ANYMORE.

Ask her what's wrong.

I already know. She's a wimp

Fuck it, say something to make her comfortable.

"Uh, ya know, you weren't this bad when I brought ya over here." I think that came out rude... Shit.

I could feel her eyes sly, but she still had her head tucked into her knees, "Maybe cause I was unconscious when you brought me here"

Oh... Right...

"Whatever" I replied, pulling my hat down into my dace.

She nodded her with her head in her knees. Still shit baked. Fuck, why do I pretend to even care...

Get her mind off it.

Let's give it another go "So do you like your dog?" her head broke from her knees, finally. She muttered "Yes, I love him" She silenced, "I named him bon"

I nodded , bon is a stupid name. "Why bonne?"

She fidgeted with her finger nails, debating with something inside that strange brain of hers, then she spat out "It kinda sounds like Vaughn"

I stiffened, Bon, Vaughn. Why the fuck would she want her dog to sound like my damn name. Fuck, She actually rots the shit out of me.

Funny, a couple weeks ago you thought she was decent.

Yes, until she turned out to be ungrateful and called me a rapist.

I think she noticed my confused expression, she squeaked out "Its cause you gave him to me. Why?"

"What?" I was confused, Why what?

"Why did you give me a puppy?" she asked.

Good question...

Why? Because you didnt like the idea if her being alone and unprotected.

No. That's not it.

What is it then?

Uh... the chicken needs protection..

Oh bullshit the first thing I did that night was tend to Chelsea,

I sighed, fuck me...

"I thought your farm needed a guard dog." I replied, generally speaking.

Her face buried back into her knees as the boat rocked roughly fir a second, we are in the ocean. Of course it will rock violently every now and then. This girl has to grow up. I sighed, minds as well sit here anyway. Standing might strike conversation or something with the brat. I rather silence.

"Hey, Vaughn?" she mumbled very timidly..

Great.. So much for silence.. What do she want?

"Listen, I'm so sorry about yesterday."

I scowled, touchy topic lady. "Yeah. Sorry? Maybe ya should fuckin think before ya starts runnin yer mouth at me."

Her lips tightened , "You don't understand. I'm paranoid. Always was, always will be. And the fact my old job required," her eyes grew wide, and she snapped her mouth shut so quickly, as if she was about to say some bodys deepest darkest secret, "never mind." she quickly muttered,

What was she going to say?

Who cares anyway? I don't care.

"I don't care" I spat out abruptly. Shit, #1 reason why I hate socializing: I blurt shit out.

"I don't care if you don't care" Chelsea growled, "I apologized for my actions, and that's all that matter to me. You can be as big of a jerk and decline that apology, or you can accept it so I'll shut up."

FUCK, THIS GIRLS. IS SO DAMN COMPLICATED.

Why the F is she so paranoid anyway? No offence to her at all, but to me she don't seem like the type rapist would be attracted too, waaaaaaay too plain. But there gotta be a valid reason. Over all she seems fearless, expect for traumatizing 'experiences'.

"Why are you so Damn paranoid about it, Chelsea?"

Her dark blue eyes looked into mine, first with pain, then it turned into a nonchalant stare.

"Its too long of a story" she mumbled

I answered with the usual answer , "Damnit, We are in the middle of the fucking ocean on a boat. I have all the goddess time in the fucking world"

She thought to herself for a good 10 minutes. It was pretty awkward, then she mumbled, "No one knows about ANYTHING except my best friend and I."

Oh, so it's a secret huh? Interesting. And I didn't know Chelsea has a best friend? Natalie, Julia? No... She don't talk to that crowd.

Why are you so damn interested anyway.

She must of noticed my questioning expression, "Yes , I do have a friend you know" she giggled, "His name is Kai, and he is the best guy ever"

….Oh... A male? Wait, is he the reason she is so paranoid? What the FUCK did he do to her?

I don't care. I don't care at all. Fuck I got to stop doing this.

Okay. Fucking talk to her.

"Why wasn't he your boyfriend then? If he was so damn great and stuff?" I questioned nonchalantly.

She looked taken back at my personal question.

I don't blame her, fuck, even I was taken back for giving a fuck.

The surprise fell from her face and it turned soft, her words came out strong, like it was something she had to explain a million times.

"See, deciding wither or not to draw the line at relationship or best friends is difficult. So we put the line right in the middle. Simply because a guy and girl can never be just ...'Best Friends'. But when in came down to it, we both knew we weren't made for a relationship. That kinda kept us sane the whole time."

This girl is so weird. I know a lot of guys and girls who are just 'best friends'... Like, Julia and Elliot. Oh wait, shit. Actually, no. I can't think of any that I know of... And what do she mean "We were the middle of best friends and a relationship' I don't understand this girl. You can either be one, or the other. No in between. I swear, I'll be a lifetime trying to fucking understand Chelsea.

No you won't, because you don't care enough to understand her. I sighed,

"I don't really care anyway" fuck, I said that out loud again.

I watched Chelsea slump her little head back into knees, she sighed, "Yeah... I wouldn't blame you..."

My heart dropped,

No it didn't.

I just upset her.

You upset everybody, Who cares? You don't.

Actually... I think I kind of do... I watched the girl pretend I wasn't there, holding that dingy bandana, and rocking gently back and fourth.

*** Flash Back

Grays voice echoed in my head "That girl has the ability to change you, wither you let her or not, That's up to you"...

****** Julia's voiced rang through my head, fucking high pitched and everything. Actually I cringed "your indifferent toward everyone. And I just think, towards this girl your not indifferent. And for once, it's leaning towards the "Like" more than the "hate".

What's with this girl? Why is she so strange? Why do people think she is, I shuttered, compatible with me? Who is she anyway? I don't know a thing about her.

Who givesa fuck? Who cares about who she is, or what she is all about. Its stupid. Get it outta yer goddess damn mind. Look at her, she is quirky and fucking... weird. Ya really don't care about anything to do with her at all.

She had her knees pushed up against her chin, with her feet on the chair cushion. There is no way in hell she could be fucking comfortable. Her face was buried into her arms, and she was shaking still. Shit baked, pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

I should say something to her, get her mind off it or some fucking shit. However the hell I would do that. I don't even know. What the fuck do I do?

I dunno, ask her about something.

Fuck it, minds as well fucking ask her something that might fucking interest me. Lord fucking goddess, The fucking shit I gets myself into.

Here goes nothing , "Tell me about yer past." I mumbled

Her head turned to face me, and guilt and shock washed through her deep, dark sapphire eyes.

"What?" she questioned, doing a double take. Probably surprised I even talked to her, no doubt

"Ya heard me" I mumbled

She opened her mouth to speak. And I held my breath, like how you would when yer waiting for something suspenseful, or when yer waiting to receive news. Why the fuck am I so concerned? Or whatever the fuck I am. I know, I don't actually care. I'm just pretending i do

Great, I went from giving zero fucks, to a couple fucks.

I hate my fucking goddess damn life.

Ooooo! Vaughn is starting to realize that he is KINDA curious about Chelsea! But not a lot... WHY MUST HE BE SO DENSE!