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Chapter 14: Wants vs Needs

Vaughn

"Oh! Hey Vaughn! How was your week?" Julia sang, as I opened the front door to the shop

My fuckin week?... It was very...damn eventful.

"Uh, kinda interesting."

Julia slumped down on the kitchen chair and slumped her head in her hands as if she was bored.

Maribelle entered from her bed room , and cheerfully stated "Thats different. Usually you say
it was 'the same' what made this time so different?"

I rolled my eyes, of course they would fuckin bug me. I shouldn't of said a damn thing. Oh well,

I shrugged at her, and hinted nonchalantly "Did you notice anyone gone this week?"

Maribelle was picking at something in the kitchen. Julia played with a place mat, and pondered for a second,

"Uhh," her face screwed up in a thinking matter for a second, "Nooo... Nope. Other than you that is."

Of course she wouldn't. Natalie randomly walked in the room yawning and in her pajamas. I sighed, That must of slept over...

But anyway, It don't surprise me one damn bit that they wouldn't notice her missing. Chelsea never leaves her farm, she somehow always finds somethin to do... Besides, she don't have much friends-

My thoughts were interrupted, a Maribelles voice surrounded the room "Actually, Chen said Chelsea never picked up any fall seeds for the season. Which is odd for a rancher"

Natalie titled her head and muttered "Yeah! Actually, she hasn't shipped anything the past week," she paused and mumbled, "We just figured she was getting lazy."

I rolled my eyes again, Chelsea? Lazy? I don't think so, she is too dedicated. Anyone now who tackles a damn blood thirsty wolf to protect a chicken... Or fuckin works from 8 in the mornin to 10 in the night with no food or water, or even enough time to apply some sunscreen. That's fuckin dedication right there.

"Earth to Vaughn!" Julia annoyingly snapped her fingers in my face,

Oh yeah, she needs gossip material. "Yeah, I had a bit of company, Chelsea had to come with me."

Julias mouth dropped, "What! Why!"

I'm sick of this already. I lost my mood to participate in conversation "

"Cause She had ta." that was my snug reply.

A little raspy voice spoke from the door way, "Um, Vaughn? Do you have a second?" Well, speakin of the devil.

I turned my head towards the little farmer and nodded, Julia and Natalie gasped and
faced each other. Oh yeah. I came so used to the marks on her face, and that brutal gash on her shoulder. I bet to the girls there it's a fucking, disaster. It's too fuckin bad she has to wear a tank top... It really shows it off like a damn sore thumb. It's a damn sin, she claims she don't care, but she must be at least a tad bit fuckin conscious over it. She is a girl after wall, damnit, If she don't care she is one in a million.

Chelsea

Julia and Natalie gawked at me, of course. So did Elliot and Felicia earlier when I walked past their house. And I'm sure everyone else on the island will have to have their gawk as well.

The two girls exited the room, and they broke into a giggling fit, and they were talking flat out, I could hear them

"Now she is even more repulsive!"

"Yeah, although it is quite the improvement!"

Man, I frowned, I'm not that ugly!

"I wonder what she did to herself"

"Ha, goddess only knows, she probably did something stupid, like axe herself up."

"Yeah, she seems strange enough to do it. I wouldn't even say she is capable of holding an axe."

"and that little tank top she has on the go has isn't helping her cover the shit up on her shoulder. Besides, It has nothing what so ever about it that would flatter her anyways"

Bah, I got bigger tits that Natalie do. I got more goin in this tank top than she would. Probably the same size as Julia, Though. I was practically a stripper after all.

Vaughn rose from his seat and walked towards me, his eyes looked like pity. Of course he heard what they were saying; Probably just as clearly as I did. He looked into my eyes with his amethyst ones, and he sighed. Pity; I hate pity.

Honestly? I'd rather have a million of these scars and gashes; than to ever have to wear make-up and contacts again. Unlike those fake skanks. If anything, they should be the ones getting pitied, not me.

Vaughn gave me a sincere look and motioned me towards the door to leave.

I'm not moving. By the cheezus; I'm not afraid. I'll get it in their little prissy head. Who do they all think they are anyway? Gawkin at me and talk about me like I don't have feelings? Not just sometimes, but every damn time I have an encounter with them. And what the hell have I been doing about it? Nothing. Just letting them all talk about me all the time like they do. I didn't realise on how much of a push over I became, I was too caught up in my farm, that my social life was the last thing on my mind. For example, my only buddy was this smug, anti-social, cow boy. And I don't even think he is a big fan of me either.

I came here, to get away from the drama, the hustle bustle of the city. I came here to be away from the center of attention, to start over; and here the crowd trues to make a spectacle over me.

He tried to nudge me to go, but I stood my ground.

I'm giving those bitches a taste of my mind.

I glared at Vaughn, every bit of rage inside of me reached it's boiling point. This is it, Vaughns eyes narrowed at my expression, I can only imagine what I looked like. But there is no doubt in my mind.
I'M PISSED.

I fucking came here to stop getting judges, and since I got here, it's all those bastards have been doing. I'm fucking finished with it.

Vaughn

She stood there, with her fist clutched, shaking. Her midnight eyes grew black with furry, with rage. She is... Fucking scary right now.

"Chelsea?" I muttered, reaching towards her to try to calm her down,

Her reflex was like a cat as she snatched my hand away.

"Leave me alone, Cowboy." she gently hissed. If a hiss could be gentle, but she did it, Chelsea seemed capable of anything. She smirked, and turned swiftly. She fuckin reminded me of someone from the damn exorcist; And she was headed right into... Oh goddess.. Julias room.

I quickly moved towards her, "Chelsea, Wait," I called, she didn't listen.

Fuck, shit's gonna go down.

Julia and Natalie were led on her bed, giggling

"Hehehe, the little ranch girl; She wouldn't know the first thing about boys."

Oh, so they are fuckin talking about her love life, great, girls love other people business...

"I know! I bet she hasn't even went on a date before! Not alone kissed a guy, or even make out with one!"

I rolled my eyes, Chelsea continued to lean against the door frame, trying to keep up her fuckin rage
up, but it looked like she was trying to fight a... Damn Smirk? She must find something this topic fuckin amusing? I personally find it pathetic.

"I know why she didn't wear a swimming suit the other day, she is probably afraid guys will size her up!"

"Or she was afraid they wouldn't be attracted at all!"

"True! But I wouldn't want anyone looking at me either if I was as boring as the hills."

"I wouldn't say she is used to getting looked at. I bet she is sooo clueless on how to be attractive. She wouldn't know how to get on in such a reveling outfit."

Chelsea snickered loudly. In a way that sounded like it was ironic. Like that they were sayin was completely wrong. Her snide snicker blew her cover.

The two girls whipped around to look at Chelsea, and she just glared back, with her arms crossed, and
her eyebrows raised, I gotta say, she looked pretty bad ass with the cuts smeared across her face.

Natalie spoke, "What? Do you need something?"

Chelsea replied, nonchalantly, along with the sarcastic, 'yer stupid' smirk plastered to her face. "Nah, I just figured I'd put some input in on your conversation. Seeing, I'm probably more educated on the topic than you two; combined."

Natalie raised her eyebrow, and growled "Oh, so you were ease dropping?"

Chelsea did her cold snicker again, "Ha? Ease drop? Oh can you ease drop when your Squawking can be heard from the god damn beach"

Julia thought for a second, than shot back, "At least we're social enough to talk!"

Chelsea didn't even hesitate, "Too bad your lives are all so fucking boring, that you have to talk about the stupid, anti-social farmers life; and apparently; for a girl with such a 'shitty stupid, boring life' You jack asses seem to find it pretty fucking entertaining."

The two girls frowned. Chelsea continued, "Well, luckily for you girlies, I'm going to clear it all up. First of all : I'm a size DD 34 bra. That's right Natalie, eat your fucking heart out." Natalie glowed red.

"Secondly, I have had more experience with males than you two little bimbos ever had, and believe me, you wouldn't want me to go into detail cause I might freak yas both out. Thirdly, I was bad ass enough to Wrestle with a fuckin wolf, which solves my 'repulsive' gashes, So imagine what I could do to you crowd?"

" Fourthy, I know how to use an axe pretty damn well. Fifthly, I cover my body because All the guys around here are douchebags, so I don't want them looking at me anyway"

Uh... Thanks Chelsea? Not that I would look anyway…

"Fifthly, I'm the reason the island is even up and coming. Have some damn respect" she stayed pretty calm, although her eyes said otherwise.

Julia spoke first , "Okay Chelsea. Here it is. You can't control us. We can say what we want, when we want. You're in my house, so I'm kicking you out."

Chelsea raised her eye brows. Natalie butted in "You can take your scrawny little behind back to that farm, and roll in the dirt. No one wants you here."

Chelsea just listened, not intently; like usual. She never lets anything ever get to her.

"Your fashion sense is stupid. Instead of going to the farm, go back where you came from."

Chelseas fist shook, Looks like I spoke too soon, that comment hit a nerve.

"Yeah, go back doing whatever the hell you did before you got tangled up in the maggoty old farm."

" And while you're at it, ditch those damn rubbers, and burn that dingy bandana."

Oh... Not cool...Gettin too personal.

Chelsea shook even harder, her face tightened.

"Mhm. By the way, that little outfit you had on when I seen you on the boat? You would of looked cuter in than rather than ANYTHING you have now. Even though you looked like the trashiest little whore bag in the world."

"Oh, and while you're at it, it won't kill ya to put smear on a bit of make up to cover your boring face."

Chelseas nose screwed up. And she spoke, as she slowly trotted towards them. She snarled coldly, "You two fucking asked for it. You're both the biggest brats I ever laid eyes on. Julia, it won't kill you to at least cover up a quarter of your tits. And I can practically see your vag, your shorts ride up that much. Camel toe ISNT sexy"

I chuckled, haha, FINALLY someone fuckin told her, I'm just damn glad it wasn't me.

"And Natalie, before you go around, talking about the shit I do. Maybe you should lighten the fuck up, instead of being this critical, jack ass to everyone. I rather be friends with a freak like me, rather than a couple of fake bitches like yourselves. Fuckin think about that"

Julia and Natalie turned red with anger, and they both wound up their hands... Oh wonderful... A cat fight...

Their hands released and claimed each side of Chelseas face. She flinched, her face was already bruised up and tender enough as it is.

Okay, time for big bad Vaughn to step in. I walked ahead to stop the girls from pouncing on the little ranch girl again,

Chelsea spoke, "Do you know, who you two are dealing with here?"

The girls snickered, 2 on 1? Chelsea has no chance, and with one arm too. She will get
hurt for fuckin sure. What the hell is she thinkin? Natalie carries loads of shipment all day long, and Jules is one of the strongest girls I know. Little runty Chelsea is going to get publicized.

"CRACK"

"CRACK"

A loud crack rang through the air, followed by an even harder one, and all I could two girls were on the backs on the floor.

Chelsea smirked and jumped on top of them, winding and releasing her first at their faces,

I stared wide eyed, at the little runty girl in front of me, who managed to straddle them both to the ground, and was now fuckin lacin it to their faces. Well I'll be fuckin damned,, Chelsea fucking punched them PUNCHED and it kicked them flat on their backs. Not slapped; like any other girl would. But she flat out fuckin drawed off and gave it to em….. I'm pretty fuckin impressed.

She hissed " Don't you EVER touch me again. EVER. You just opened up the true BITCH in me, and I'll tell you right now. You will NEVER talk about me ever again. Because you WILL regret it."

Chelsea stopped, than spat. "It looks like your pretty little faces is going to need more make up than usual. You little princess's have fun tryin to make that shit look natural"

She got up, and stormed out of them room. Julia and Natalie sat up, with their eyes blacked, lips busted, and noses bleeding.

"She is actually physco..." Julia muttered ,

"... I didn't know she had it in her." Natalie stated.

I snorted finally, and I hissed "Yas damn well deserved it anyway"

I snapped around, and I ran after Chelsea. I found her exit Chens shop, with a bag of seeds. I
jogged up to her, and walked with her, in silence.

Was she sad? Or mad?

I sighed; Why do I even care? Being indifferent is much fuckin easier.

Chelsea finally spoke when she approached her fields, "Did they say anything after I left?"

I chuckled, "Said yer physo, and that they didn't think ya had it in ya."

Chelsea sighed, "They deserved it. I Left home to find a life free of drama, and they goes around trying to stir shit up."

I nodded and shoved my hands in my pockets. Chelsea sat on the grass and looked up at the clouds. I stood over and looked down at her. I took noticed to her tiny arms, how could this little girl pack so much power?

"Damn, I didn't even think ya had that power in ya," I crunched down beside her, "Who taught ya how to sock like that?"

Her face grew into that snark sarcastic grin again, and muttered "I dunno, I dropped out of school, I spent a lot of time in the streets at night trying to make money to eat, I had experiences where fist fights was the only way I could be acknowledged and stuff. So practice I guess"

I nodded, I felt bad for this girl. Our pasts was similar, but it really wasn't at the same time... I think I'm just sayin that it is the same cause our life was both pretty fuckin shitty. She defiantly didn't deserve anything
she got out of it, although so do seem to love her farm.

Chelsea chuckled, "Nebraska, I bet I could hurt you, if I punched ya."

I had this hilarious fuckin vision of her drawin back her fist and tryin to nail me; but only resultin in me catchin her tiny wrist . Hahaha, sure, the ladies couldn't handle the little world wind, but I sure as hell could.

I snickered and grinned, "Oh yeah? I'd lasso you before you got the chance."

She changed the tone of her voice, trying to be masculine, but with a accent... The little fool was tryin to mimic me, I think. "There ya go again, livin up to yer dreaded lil nickname"

I looked at her face, she was really trying to be silly, her midnight eyes glistened with humor, her smile was barely noticeable, but it was fuckin there, she was trying her hardest to keep her 'best' expression of me; one eyebrow cocked questionably, and her two arms crossed over her chest, with her head titled down and a death glare lookin right to me. Well, all she needed was the hat pulled down over her damn face, and a white bandana scarf wrapped around her neck.

I smiled, as I pulled my hat down into my face, I'm pretty I even showed some teeth. This girl is really something else…

Wait. WHAT! I smiled?

My face went back serious; I pulled my cowboy hat back down over my eyes even further. Chelseas awesome expression fell back into normal, chill Chelsea. She sighed at my sudden attitude change.

She kinda mumbled, "That's the first time I ever seen you smile"

Great, just fuckin wonderful. Look what ya did, dammit. I huffed,"Yeah, dont ya get use to it or anything, little girl"

She gave a sly eye at my coldness, I rolled my own eyes.

She spoke again, "Nebraska, you can pretend to be a..." she stopped and thought for an appropriate word to explain me, "A Tough Ass as much as you want. But you know, I can see past that stupid charade, you're actually a nice, humorous, easy going, gentle, and sensitive guy underneath all that... Jerk."

I scoffed, Miss little know it all now, is she? I honestly don't know what the hell to say to that. Fuck, I don't even know if what she said is fuckin true or not.

"You don't know nothin about me. Chelsea."

She stayed silent,.. I got up to leave, I couldn't explain my feeling right now. I wasn't mad, or annoyed for once. I was feeling... I dunno, understood, or something. Although, I would never admit it.

Chelsea muttered, "I liked it,"

Liked what? I turned and rose my eyebrow, shit, I didn't realise how much I did that until she
mocked it

She looked up at me with her huge midnight eyes ,"Your smile," she tilted her head, cutely in thought. No, not cute, just in an odd Chelsea manner. "It's very... You. I think you should smile more often"

Ha, yeah. I'm damn sure now I'm goin at that. I scoffed, "No one needs to see my smile."

She sighed, "Nebraska. People always say "Needs" are more important than "Wants"." Great, more odd Chelsea wisdom. She stopped, like she was in her own little world speaking to herself. "No one needs your smile, Vaughn"

...Oh Gee thanks, what the fuck is she getting at ,

She continued "The only thing people NEED is food and oxygen. That's all we need to live."

Thank you captain obvious. Are you finished being awkwardly deep yet? Or can I stop listenin?

"People WANT things to make their lives worth living." she smirked, "Some people want cars and plasma screen TVs. " she sighed and turned to her fields, and she chuckled "I want a automatically tiled field"

I nodded. Cool story… That never made any sense what so fucking ever. That had NOTHING to do with my smile Congrads Chelsea Davis, for wastin my fuckin time. I turned to walk again,

Snd she spoke again, "and I don't know why, Vaughn. But want I want more than anything, is to see you smile."

I froze in mid step. I heard her hoe tilling at the soil already. I turned to watch her struggling to hold the hoe properly wither bad arm. Okay, let me get this fuckin straight. To Chelsea; 'needs' is basic things, like things you need 100% in order to be able to live. And "wants" is what makes life more 'enjoyable', and she claims 'wants' to see me smile. So in other words... my smile makes her, happy? And she enjoys it?

"Well I'll be fuckin damned," I muttered

Chelsea gazed up at me , and questioned "You're not gone home yet? I thought you took off." She flinched as she brought the hoe down to the ground.

Fuck, She isn't supposed to be lifting anything heavy. Her shoulder can't handle that. Dedication. This girl would fuckin work on her deathbed.

I walked over and grabbed the hoe from her hands, "Nobody has ever told me that before"

She titled her head, "Really? I find that hard to believe. You idiotic cowboy. I'm sure people has tried to get rid of ya before. But then again, you never stick around longer than you have to."

I chuckled, what a fuckin stun ass. "No Chelsea, I mean, ya said ya likes my smile."

She nodded as she clumped back in the grass and closed her eyes. She softly mumbled , "I do, there is something about it.. it really suits you"

I turned around, grinning. This chick is really too fuckin much. How the hell do I stand to even put up with someone like that?

More importantly; Why the fuck am I standin here, grinning like a fuckin idiot?

I shook my head, I'm going crazy.

It was almost too quiet, although the girl don't say much, I'm sure she would have said somethin about me stood up lookin at her field with her stupid hoe in hand.

I shot around to glance at her, Well, whattya know? I seen the girl sprawled out on the cool ground, sound to the fuckin world; The usual; why the hell would I be even surprised anymore?

I chuckled to myself, "Yer getting too predictable, chicky"

Is she predictable? Or am I just spendin too much damn time with her?

You know what... Who cares if I'm around her too much anyways?

I don't really care. I never fuckin care.