I know you are all waiting for the wedding chapter!

It is next :) I just wanted to stress Vaughn and Chelseas relationship.

I'll explain at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 25: Why?

Vaughn

"Hey! Vaughn! Stop!" A little squeal came from behind me.; A familiar little voice.

I turned quickly, to see what Chelsea wanted.

I'm not very fucking impressed over gettin kicked out of her house. After everything I have been after doing for her.

She don't care; maybe I shouldn't be so rough on her…

"What?" I muttered, as she approached me; catching her breath

"Ah. You wanna do me a favor?" She huffed. Fuck, She must have sprinted here after me.

A favor? I think I almost done enough for her. Why don't she get fuckin Mark to do it.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Her big, dark blue eyes gazed up at me. And her lips did somewhat of a sheepish smile.

I sighed, how in the fuck can I say no to a face like that?

Easy. I do it all the friggin time, to Julia.

But Chelsea isn't Julia. Chelsea is… Chelsea.

I sighed, "What do ya want?"

Her face brightened, and she happily said , "Tonight, I want you to go up to Volcano Island around 10."

I narrowed my eyes, "My boat leaves at 11. I might not make it."

Why the hell would she want me to go up there? Of all fuckin places?

"Why do you want me to go there?"

She smiled, that silly smile, "Believe me. You want to be there. You will know why when you see it."

Then, without any further explanations; she walked in the opposite direction.

Towards to Diner; Off to see her asshole Boyfriend.

I looked at my watch; it's 6:00. I have a couple hours to pack up. Then I can fuckin go up there and see what I gotta see.

xxXxx

"Lord Sufferrin fuckin Goddess. " I growled, as I climbed up the fucking hill.

This slope is fuckin mad. Why the hell would Chelsea come up here anyway? Its dangerous as hell.

I swear, If this is what she is at when I'm away…

Well, Its not any of my business what she is at when I'm away.

I don't want her fuckin dead, I'm gonna have to have a fuckin word with her.

I approached the very top of the mountain, And I looked around.

Nothing. No Chelsea.

I looked up into the sky, to see the moon about the size of a car. It looke-

Hey. Whats that?

I saw something behind a large cliff, taking my attention away from the sky. I approached it.

A Sofa. A random sofa slapped down on top of a huge cliff. Why?

I looked around the mountain; no Chelsea? Is she not coming or something? What did she want to do? Lug this stupid sofa to her home?

What the fuck is it doing here anyway?

I'm so confused.

A shimmer caught the corner of my eye. There is something shiny over there. I crounched down, and reached my hand under the sofa, finding two wine glasses.

Two wine glasses? What the-

There was no lipstick on either one. The reason why I notice this?

Dammit, I wish I wouldn't. But I watching too much damn CSI. But, the holders of these glasses were either both male. Or a female without lipstick.

All girls in this town wear lipstick.

Except for Chels.

My hand clutched onto the fucking glass so hard that the stem cracked in two. I

That fucking prick! I bet you any god damn money that he fucking brought her up here. That IDIOT.

I took the other glass and whipped it at the edge of the cliff, watching the glass explode and dance down the stupid cliff; I was unsatisfied, I wish it was Marks fucking Head that is rolling down the cliff.

I looked around; Why the fuck would he bring her here anyway? I see NOTHING interesting for them to do up here. Fuck, there isn't even anything to look at.

And WHY the FUCK would she want me to come here?

To shove it in my face even fucking more that she is dating Mark?

Why would she feel the need to 'shove it in your face'. There is nothing to shove. Is there?

I don't give a fuck. That's how I feel. I give no fuck what so ever.

I think she is trying to make my fuckin crooked.

Well good job, Chelsea. Its fucking working.

And Why I'm so pissed off?

I don't even fucking know.

But Mark is going to fucking get it.

Chelsea

I waiting in my hiding spot; waiting to see the amazed look on his face when he seen how big and beautiful the moon is tonight.

Is even bigger, and beautiful than the big date. It was shimmering all over the cliff, and once again the moon reflected off the ocean just like a giant mirror.

It is breath taking. I can't wait to see Vaughns face! He will LOVE it.

"Lord Sufferin fuckin goddess"

I rolled my eyes, Oh of course he would have to swear; he wouldn't be Vaughn if he didn't.

I watched him climb up over the hell; looking crooked as hell. As usual.

He looked around, frowned, and crossed him arms. He looked like he was looking for something.

Don't Look around! You're supposed to be looking at the alluring moon shining over the ocean!

Oh! He is looking! But his face is still holding his crooked stern look.

No jaw dropping, no gasps, no lit up eyes.

I should have known, I should have known that Vaughn wouldn't notice. He don't notice anything. He wouldn't appreciate beauty, or uniqueness if it was slapped down inform on him.

I frowned, I wish he would lighten up, I wish he would understand. I hate how uptight and spiritless he is.

Why can't he see everything like I do? Why don't he find things as beautifully, or as spectacular as I? He is a hard nut to crack, that's for sure.

I sighed, no hope. No hope what so ever.

I watched him as he investigated something, close to the ledge. The sofa.

His face screwed up confused, as he looked around again.

Ha, what a sin. He must be confused as hell. He is probably wondering why the hell there is a random sofa on top of the cliff, I wonder what is going on through that stern mind of his.

Something caught his attention, as he bent over and grabbed something. His body tensed up, he looked angry as hell. He looked like he was gonna rip a bitch apart.

He was holding two wine glasses; mine and marks. One smashed in his hands, and the older was thrown furiously against the stone cold rock; shards of glass bounced around everywhere.

He looked around madly, pulled his hat down over his eyes. And he stormed off down the hill.

I sighed, mission not accomplished. What a waste of a night… My heart dropped in my chest, and my stomach felt empty with un easiness

Why am I letting myself get so worked up over him? Why am I so concerned anyway?

Explaining time! I'm not sure if my writing is getting my point across.

I just can't get it the way I want to.

Chelsea likes Mark; a lot. And I know we know he is a deceiving little shit bag.

We also know that Chelsea can read people by looking at them. So why don't Chelsea know that Mark is scum?

Easy: Chelsea only sees Mark as a good guy, because it is want she wants Vaughn to see him as. (Maybe she likes him more than she think she does?) She thinks

that in order for Vaughn to get to know Mark, she has too.

She is falling for Mark; because while she is trying to convince herself(and Vaughn) that Mark is a good guy, Mark is trying to make Chelsea fall in love with him. He lies to her, and is doing things to make her swoon. And his good looks don't help much.

So between all his acting, and her own convincing; She starts to like him romantically.

Plus the idea of a real relationship kind of excites her.

Vaughn is still being a cynical jerk; he don't think anything is interesting. He isn't impressed with anything. But he seems to have a interest in Chelsea. At first he was having problems admitting it. But the more and more he is with her, the less and less he cares about thinking of her.

But he don't know why; Because he is Vaughn.

He don't understand why he don't want Mark around Chelsea (Well, because he is an asshole, but besides the fact)

He knows its none of his business on what Chelsea is doing. And he don't want to care; but he simply can't help it. And he can't control his anger about it.

So this chapter is to pretty much emphasize on how Chelsea and Vaughn feels about each other right now.

The wedding is next!