Can you say... DRAMA?

Chapter 25: Yes.

Vaughn

"PASS ME THOSE SHOES!"

"DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU WILL DIRT IT UP!"

"What looks better on my eyes? Purple or gold? Maybe Silver? I don't know what to do! Should I go dramatic or subtle?"

"GET OUT! I'M TRYING EVERYTHING ON AGAIN!"

"I don't think you should wear a Blue tie, Vaughn. It clashes with your eyes and hair."

"STOP MAKING SUCH A MESS IN THE HOUSE! I CAN'T LEAVE FOR A WEEK IF THE HOUSE IS A STATE!"

"VAUGHN! Go feed my cows, I'm too busy!"

"VAUGHN! Go drop this off to Popuri!"

"SOMEONE GO TO THE STORE AND GET WRAPPING PAPER!"

"GO TO DUKES AND PICK UP THE WINE"

Someone fucking shoot me, before I shoot Claire in the damn face.

I have listened to her nagging all week long. And I can't wait for the wedding to get over with.

I glanced at Gray, who rolled his eyes and snickered, "Only 2 days, Then she shuts up for good."

I snickered, "You wouldn't be so lucky. It's just starting, Buddy."

Gray grunted, as he left the house to get the damn wine. Leaving me here all alone with Bridezilla. Great.

"So, Vaughn!" She smiled, "Did you ask Chelsea to go to the wedding?"

Ah yes, Chelsea. Thanks for fuckin reminding me.

Well, not really reminding me, dammit. I haven't stopped thinking about her since I fuckin left that shit hole.

Why haven't I stopped thinking of her? Fuck. I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't have a damn problem. But she is just fuckin raping my mind, or something.

And I don't like it. Or do I?

Fuck, I don't know. I don't even want to think about it right now.

"So? Did ya?" Claire repeated,

I got up from the sofa, and shoved my Stetson on my head, "She was already invited." I muttered,

She screwed up her mouth, in confusion, "What?" She asked, "Really? How?"

I reached for the door knob, and muttered, "By your asshole Brother."

Than I slammed the door. Harder than I probably should have, but I did. Leaving a shocked Claire behind the house.

I just can't wait to get this wedding over with.

Chelsea

"The wedding is tomorrow, Jules." I sighed, "What are you wearing?"

We were just leaving Mirabelles, She cooked us a lovely supper. Now we are on the way back to my farm.

"My pink dress! I bought it in the city, and I haven't had the chance to wear it yet." She said.

It was silent. I still don't know what I'm going to wear yet, All I have is that sexy red dress. And I don't think I'm up to wearing that any time soon.

"Do you know what you're wearing?" She asked

I sighed, "Nope. I'll rig up something."

Julia grinned, "Well, you have lots of cute clothes, You should wear them more often, ya know?"

I rolled my eyes, as I walked up my farm house. I could see Mark in the distance exiting one of my Barns.

I smirked, He always tries to surprise me. It is sweet.

"Looks like your lovely boyfriend is here" Julia scoffed, "I should go."

I chuckled, it's so obvious that she hates Mark. I don't understand why though, he is so considerate and sweet.

"Why don't you like him, Julia?" I asked

She looked at me, and said, "Listen, It's a Long story. Vaughn told me and mom. But When Claires parents died, she left the farm to-"

"HEY! Babe! There you are!" I broke my eye contact with Julia, to see Mark jogging towards us, "I was looking for you."

I mumbled, "Well, Here I am." What was Julia going to tell me? It was probably just some stupid family feud on who gets the farm and who don't. I wouldn't say it was that big of a deal anyway.

Julia glared at Mark, and growled to me, "Well, Chelsea. I guess I'll tell ya later. See you tomorrow."

I smiled, "See ya then, save me a spot at the church, alright?"

She nodded her head, and proceeded her way down the farm. Mark took my into his arms, and gripped onto my wave. I melted into his body, resting my chin on his shoulder,

"I miss you today." He muttered into my ear,

I chuckled, "But you seen me this morning"

He sighed, "I know. The day just went by so long."

I rolled my eyes, and mumbled playfully, "I'm sure you lived through it. So what is going on tomorrow?"

Mark smiled that delightful smiles, if makes my heart flutter everytime; just knowing it is directed at me "Well, I'll be with Claire for pictures. But I'll see you after the church?"

I nodded, snuggling into his shoulder tighter, I could stay here all day, he is so warm and strong. I looked over his shoulder to see giant black clouds, Looks like we are going to get snow tonight. I'm going to have to carry in some more wood.

I muttered, "I gotta go get some wood."

He pulled away from me, "Okay, Babe. I'll see you tomorrow, Okay?"

I nodded, as he kissed my forehead, Darn. I was really hoping he would help me…

If it were Vaughn; He would insist on doing it by himself , and he would want you inside the house cooking porridge or something.

I sighed, "See you tomorrow Mark,"

xxXxx

I looked in the mirror at myself, I'm wearing black jeans, a white tank top with little gems on the collar, and with a lacey cardigan threw over it.

Its casual, and trendy. Prefect

I sighed, as I pulled my hair out of it's usual bandana. I probably shouldn't wear this today; just because. And I separated my hair so that half was up in a pony tail, and half was down over my shoulders.

"That's what your wearing? You gotta be kidding me."

I jumped, thinking I was by myself. I turned to see Julia wearing a gorgeous pale pink dress, with a black ribbon tied around her waist.

"You look like you closed your eyes and picked 3 random articles of clothing from your closet. Why aren't you wearing that red dress?" She nagged,

I muttered, while brushing threw the bottom part of my hair, "I dunno, It don't look that great on me anyway. Besides, I kinda like this"

Julia rolled her eyes, "Honey, You look like a 16 year old that is going to the shopping mall. You need to wearing something dressy."

I glared at her, "I'm comfortable"

Julia sighed, taking my hair into her hands, "Okay, well at least let me do something with your hair?"

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she gave me her best puppy dog look

I suppose, she could do something with it. It's a bit of a mess anyway.

"Fine. But no curls! And nothing to fancy, and no bobbing pins. I hate how tight they feel on the head… And don't do anything that will make it feel weird"

Julia grumbled sarcastically, "Why don't I just do something super pretty then, like straighten it."

I grinned, "Sure, I'd like that."

Julia sighed, "I was only joking. But I will anyway, I only brought my straightner, cause I knew that's all you would like." She started combing through my hair, and she stated very carefully, "I also brought some mascara and powder… is that to extreme for you?"

I groaned, "Yes. Don't even think about it."

Vaughn

"OMG! You HAVE to see Claire, Vaughn!" the pink haired retard squealed, "She looks SO Beautiful! But, of course, I knew she would anyway! Its soon going to start. I'm so excited! I'm sad though, I really don't like this bright blue dress with my pink hair. I look like a clown. So Do You! It don't match your eyes at all! But it looks cute with your hair! You look like a starry night snow flake! Your super cute, do you know that?"

I glanced at her, "Listen, do you ever fucking shut up? All I have to do it grab your arm; and walk. Not make friends with you. So zip it, dammit."

She puffed out her cheeks, "Whatever. Your just as crabby as Gray. No wonder you two are such good friends."

I didn't respond to her. I was more concerned looking for a certain brunette in the church. I scanned the seats, looking for the signs of the red bandana, but I didn't see anything.

Where is she? Is she not coming?

Maybe she decided to ditch. Or maybe her and Mark broke up, and she didn't want to come.

Or maybe she is just late.

Or maybe something happened to her. Is she sick? Or did she hurt herself carrying wood?

My heart started racing, What is that idiot brought her back to that mountain? What if she slipped and fell, and hurt herself really bad?

I glanced from the alter, to the door. Maybe I can go and find her real quick, no one will even notice me gone. Only for a secon-

"VAUGHN! Look!" the annoying girl squealed, "Its time! Look! The music is starting, and gray just walked out! Come on! We have to go!"

Fuck, how do I go to find her now? Where the hell is sh-

Popuri grabbed my arm, and started walking, No, I can't go out there, I gotta go find Chelsea

"Lemme go," I whispered, "I can't do this"

"Oh, sush" she whispered back, "Its not like you're the one getting married. Just stand there"

I whispered back, "No, I have to go fi-"

"Hey, whats your problem?" glanced up to see that I was stood beside Gray,

"I can't see Chelsea." I muttered quietly.

Gray chuckled, "She is right there." Nodding his head towards the third row.

*DUM DA DUM DUM, DUM DA DUM DUM*

Everyone turned to face the bride as she begin walking out. Including the whole third row.

I couldn't see Chelsea. I don't see no red bandana. I don't see no tangled hair, or t shirts.

There was Felicia, and Taro, and Mirabelle, some chick, Julia, and Ellio-

My eyes darted back to the girl between Mirabelle and Julia. She has long, bone straight brown hair, right down to her laps. Her neck was slender, and she was wearing jeans and a tank top.

No doubt about it, that's Chelsea. Her hair looks different… She looks really-

"We are gathered here today, to celebrate the love between Gray Roberts and Claire Peddle."

Blah blah blah blah blah. That's All I heard. Fuckin mumble jumbo.

I couldn't keep my eyes off Chelsea. She smiled, and I nodded back.

Her smiled didn't fade. Why is she smiling at me? Is she smiling at me?

I looked to my right, to see that Asshole stood beside me, making a kiss face at her.

Goddess fucking damn it. The goddess damn prick. I fuckin hate his goddess damn guts.

Shit, I'm in the fucking church.

Does it count if I swear in my mind? It would be different if I was speakin outloud…

Who gives a fuck. All I'm fucking pissed off about is that while Mark is making fucking kissy faces at Chelsea, She isn't even fucking looking at me. Why the fuck do he get all the fucking grins?

"You may kiss the bride!"

Aw shit, I missed it all. I glanced over, and clapped for Gray as he kissed his 'wife'. Yeah, I probably should have fuckin listened to the ceremony, instead of watching Chelsea. She isn't even that interesting anyway.

That's a load of Bull.

Mark

I stood next to Chelsea, holding her hand.

She looked stupid. She wore jeans and a tank top. With some weird sweater thing.

What happened to a dress? Or to at least a skirt? Or something.

I wish she would make this more fucking enjoyable for me, instead of being such a weirdo.

I watched Sabrina on the other side of the room. She was smiling, she looked so beautiful. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, with two pieces on curls on each side of her face. And she wore a pale purple dress, and it looked beautiful with her eyes.

Sabrinas eyes caught mine, and she grinned sheepishly. She is so damn adorable. This is killing her even more than it's killing me. Possibly more, I would hate to see her with another male… but this is our plan. It's going to work. I'll make it.

"Care to dance?" I muttered to Chelsea.

She looked up at me, a she brightly smiled her crooked smile, "Sure"

I grabbed her hand, as I brought her out to the dance floor, I took one hand, and held her waist. Gently we started swaying to the music.

Chelsea

I hugged into Marks body, as we gently swayed back and fourth. There was more people on the dance floor; the hotel was packed. It has every resident from Sunshine Island, and from Mineral Town. The girls was being super loud and flirtatious; and the guys were all being cocky and big.

But Mark only had eyes for me. I could feel his breath against my ear. It sent shivers down through my spine. He is such a good dancer…

Vaughn

The music is too fucking loud. The food was too fucking good. There's way too many fucking people here. It's way too fucking warm with this stupid tux on. And Mark and Chelsea is way too fucking close.

The son of a bitch.

I sighed, while I watched them sway back and fourth. Chelsea had her giant navy eyes closed, She is really fucking enjoying that. A little too much.

Mark was in a daze, he was too busy starring at somebody else. I tried to figure it out; Why in the hell is he looking at? Why would he want to look at anyone other than Chelsea? I know I wouldn't want too…

Whatever. Forget I fuckin said that. I don't care what I look at.

I watched them a bit longer; he is looking at his ex girl friend. Sabrina; why? She looks like a fucking plastic Barbie doll. Chelsea is so much more real…

Sabrinas mouth moved, she was mouthing something to Mark; What the fuck is she sayin?

Mark

I made eye contact with Sabrina. She is so beautiful, words can't even describe it…

She smiled at me, while looking around. Looking to see if anyone was watching. She looked back into my eyes, and mouth, "Follow me."

She existed the room, with a wink. I sighed, as the song ended.

What do she want? She knows how risky this is. Chelsea can't find out about this, no one can know.

I looked around, to see if anyone was watching me. It don't look like it. Why would anyone watch us anyway? It's not like Chelsea is an eye stopper…

"Hey, I gotta go use the bathroom." I said, while kissing Chelsea on the forehead, "And maybe get some air. I'll be back."

She nodded, and I quickly existed the room. To find my Real Girlfriend.

Vaughn

Sabrina exited the room. The song ended, and then Mark fuckin left the room. Leaving Chelsea alone on the dance floor.

Something is up. Usually Mark is stuck up Chelseas ass like a piece of shit. I gotta find out what the hell is on the go. I don't trust the rat.

I got up quickly, and I was stopped,

"Hey! Nebraska!"

Oh great. Out of all the people to talk to me right now; it has to be the 'girlfriend' of the idiot I'm about to go all fucking spy on.

"Hey," I muttered, looking into her giant eyes, "I can't talk right now, I'm busy."

She looked up at me, and squinted her eyes. Probably wondering why the fuck I was busy. Her hair fell right to her bum. It was straighter than usual. It was missing the random flick offs and cow likes; I didn't like it.

I held her shoulders and looked down at her, how can I stay mad at a face like that? "I'll be back. By the way, Yer hair is nicer the other way ya wear it." I muttered

She looked at me with her jaw dropped. I don't even wanna know whats goin through her mind.

I just turned and followed after the prick and his 'other girlfriend'.

Chelsea

My hair looks nicer the other way? Was that a compliment? Did he actually notice something about me?

I never expected Vaughn, in a 1000 years to actually NOTICE something, or even PERFERE something. How… odd?

I took a seat and watched the bouquet toss; I'm a single woman. But I didn't feel like getting up in the huge crowd. Besides, I would never catch it. And I defiantly didn't want to get plowed over in the process off it.

I'll just sit here; and laugh at everyone else having an awesome time. I'll also refrain from dancing, I don't quite know how to dance 'normal' anymore anyway. And I wouldn't wanna freak them all out!

Or show up all the girls on the dance floor. That might not go over so well.

And I defiantly don't want to be the center of attention.

Even though dancing would be really fun right now…

I giggled, as Claire closed her eyes "OKAY LADIES! 3,2,1!"

She flung the bouquet behind her back swiftly, and turned to watch who would catch it.

The girls swarmed it like gulls over a French fry. They pushed, and shoved, screamed, and fought. I'm pretty sure Julia even threw a few punches at that girl Karen.

I snickered, as all the girls were being retarded. What a bunch of fools, everyone knows that the myth is false; the person who catches the bouquet isn't always the next to get married. She just gets the publicity all night long. It's so awesome, though.

"I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" a voice squealed from the bottom of the pile up, The pink Headed bubbly girl, Popuri, bounced up and down, and danced, and sang, "I'm gonna get married! I'm gonna get married! I'm gonna get married! I'm gonna get married!"

I chuckled at how excited she was, It's so nice to watch people be so happy. It would be really nice if she did get married, it seems like she really wants to!

I watched all the girls pair up with a male again, and begin to dance. Julia and Elliot, Natalie and Pierre, Denny and Lanna, Karen and the Chicken guy, Gray and Claire, A red head girl and a male with brown hair (I'm guessing they are from Mineral Town), and Doctor Trent and Elli. I'm trying my best to avoid them…

Where is Mark?

My eyes scanned around the room, searching for him.

What is taking him so long?

Mark

Sabrina pushed me up against the wall in my room, She looked up at me with her beautiful violet eyes, "Mark, I miss you so much."

I smiled down at her, and kissed her soft lips tenderly, "I know, baby. I miss you too. So much."

She grinned, and put her head against my chest, hugging into me, and she sighed, "I can't wait until we can do this again. I can't wait until it's just You and I. And we don't have to pretend anymore. It kills me, to see you in public, and have to ignore you."

I groaned, I hate it when she is so upset… "Soon we will, Baby. I'm going to make sure everything works out for us. I promise you with my life, You father will let us be together after I get the farm, and after it is up and running."

She hugged into me tighter, and sternly said, "It isn't going quick enough! You have to speed up the process! How crazy for you is she?"

I sighed, "I don't know. I'm pretty sure she is head over heels for me. But I'm not sure in she is in love with me yet."

Sabrina glared up at me, and muttered, "Anyone would be a fool not to love you. You need to do something. Ask her to be your girlfriend tonight, make is really romantic too."

I took a heavy breath, "I just hate it, Sab. I hate being with her like that. I hate holding her, and kissing her, and doing what ever the hell I'm doing. It just feels wrong, I want it to be you. Not her. I love you. I'll do anything to have you. But do you think it is too risky asking her already? What if she says no?"

Sabrina snickered, "Believe me, She won't say no to you. You make me jealous just watching how you act towards her. "

I I smiled down at her, " I'll Ask her to be my girlfriend tonight, and I'll give it a couple weeks until I dump her ass. She will cry and run away all heart broken, then I'll let the town fall apart in the winter, and then get the farm up and running again the spring. I know it will work. You father will never say no again, baby."

"I know, baby. We are awful." She smirked, "I love it. She won't stand a chance."

I leaned down and took Sabrina into my arms, kissing her strongly and tenderly. Just like it should be all the time.

Vaughn

WELL THAT LYING, EVIL, COCK SUCKING, COCKY, IDIOTIC, BASTARD. I'm going to fucking KILL him. I swear, I will limb him bit by bit. I will fucking DISTROY HIM.

He is using her, for her fucking farm. I shoulda fucking known. I shoulda known that his farming schemes weren't over.

I should have known that he wanted her farm.

WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I REALIZE IT SOONER?

I was too busy worrying over if he was going to fucking… violate her. BUT HE WANTS TO FUCKING BETRAY HER.

And she is fucking nuts for him too. She is crazy for him. She will probably go crazy after her fucking dumps her.

Like I did over Muffy.

I gotta stop this. I gotta fuckin do somethin.I peeked into the door one last time, to see the idiot sucking faces with that rich slut.

Chelsea would never run away because of the prick… she don't like him that much… do she?

I gotta go tell Chelsea. She has to fucking believe me.

Everything I have ever done for her; she just has to.

And I have to do it before Mark asks her to be his 'official' fucking girlfriend.

I took a last glance in the room, and Mark and Sabrina cuddling and sucking faces on a chair. They make me fucking sick.

The dirty pig.

I turned around, and walked heavily back to the party.

I scanned the room for the tiniest, underdressed brunette. There are so many fucking people here. I was knocked around by everyone, as I pushed my way through the crowd. Where the hell is she?

I felt a light tap at my back, I snapped my head around,

"Hey, Did you see Mark anywhere?"

Well that was fuckin easier than expected. I looked the girl into her giant navy eyes, while they wandered around the room. Looking for the two face, despicable boyfriend.

I gently reached out and grabbed her little arm, my fingers probably could have wrapped around it twice. "Chels," I muttered, "Come with me a second."

She looked up at me, with her eyebrows furrowed, and she replied , "I can't, I told Mark I would wait her for him."

Of course she did. And he is upstairs snogging with the rich girl. I growled, "I don't giva damn. You fuckin coming with me." With that I held her arm tighter, and pulled her behind me.

"Vaughn! Let go of me! What the hell are you doing?" She quickly stammered, "Let go!"

She tried to pull her arm from my grip, but I gripped tighter. I'm fuckin talking to her, there is no way I'm letting Mark get any closer to her than he already have.

I searched for a spot to bring her, somewhere that Mark won't butt in to our converastion.

It's all my fault she is in this fucking mess. I shouldn't of even let it get this fucking far in the first place.

Chelsea

He pulled me along the cold gobble stone. I fought back first, but then I decided to give up.

Why the heck do he want me to go with him so bad anyway? Mark is back to the hotel waiting for me. So this can't be too long.

"Vaughn, I can't be gone long. Mark might get worried." I muttered.

He pushed me along the wharf, and sat me down.

"Listen, I won't keep ya long." He said sternly, "I just gotta tell ya something."

I looked up into his deep violet eyes, they were gazing back down at me with concern. They were focused on me, and looking at every part of my face. I could feel him really observing me. It felt kind of uncomfortable, I have never had anyone focus on me so intently before in my life.

His mouth opened, and he announced "Mark don't actually like ya."

No. Not this again. I'm sick of hearing Mark this, Mark that from him. He is always putting him down, and always making him sound like he is this awful 'prick'. But he isn't, Vaughn don't get it.

Mark likes me, and I sure as hell like him back.

I slyed my eyes back up at the tall cowboy, he continued speaking, "He is usin ya, to take yer farm. Cause he needs it in order to get Sabrina to-"

He is using me? Is he going to look for every excuse in the damn book to talk him down to the dirt? Seriously? I'm fucking sick of Vaughns shit.

"Oh, Shut the Fuck up, Vaughn." I snarled,

Vaughed tensed up, and his jaw dropped, He opened his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off,

"Your always fucking telling me that Mark is USING me, or Mark is a SLY PIG, or that he is nothing but a giant PRICK, and that he don't actually LIKE me." I jabbed him in his chest, and he continued to glare down at me. "You are always say he DON'T really like me, or that he is USING ME. Its like it is some big fucking deal that Mark LIKES me. Did you EVER consider that maybe he actually does? Maybe he actually likes how fucking plain, or weird I am? Did you ever even consider that he might like that about me? Or MAYBE he likes how Unique I am, or how different I am."

I felt like I wanted to cry, Why the hell is Vaughn such a jerk? Why is he always trying to keep me down? Why don't he want me to be happy? What the fuck is his problem?

Vaughn stepped closer to me, and touched my arm, he whispered, "Listen, ya gotta hear me ou-"

I snapped my arm away "Fuck Off Vaughn! I don't CARE about what you have to say! I listen to what you have to say ALL THE TIME, and its nothing but negative shit. I don't wanna hear it anymore. Its like you don't think I deserve Mark! And it kinda gets me down, ya know? So if you have nothing good to say about Mark, or about me. Then I don't wanna hear it from your mouth!"

Vaughn stepped towards me, and grabbed me,

"WHAT THE HELL" I yelled, "Get the hell off me!"

Vaughn glared at me, and put his hand over my mouth.

"LWEMME GO WRIGHT KNO" I managed to muffle out, but it was no good.

I squirmed around, and tried to wiggle out of the cowboys grip, but it was impossible. He was way too strong, I couldn't get away;

"UAGHN! I'M NOT JOKING! LEME DA HELL GO"

He looked down at me, with his stern look smeared across his face, he sneered, "If ya stops squrimin around, and you promise to listen to me- I'll let ya go."

The jerk. Who do he think he is? Thinking he could just control me? Just because I'm smaller than him, don't mean he can boss me around. I'm totally capable of taking him on.

And I swear to Chezus. If he says one thing about Mark not actually liking me, I'll fucking push him into the ocean.

I stopped squirming, and looked up at him with the Black eyes. He stared back down at me with his ravishing violet eyes… I have never seen a color so alluring before in my life.

He was really close to my face at this point, and looked down at me intently, "Alright, ya are finally gonna listen to me before ya goes nuts again?"

I nodded, Like I said before; one word about Mark, and he is in the ocean.

Vaughn

She finally shut up.

She thinks I don't think she is good enough? She thinks that I think that her uniqueness and plainness is not admirable?

She don't believe me. She won't fucking listen to me. What the hell do I do?

"Chels, Listen. I think you deserve the fucking best there is."

Chelsea froze up, and looked up into my eyes, I sighed, I can't be very deep… "I think yer a great girl. And Mark is a lying asshole. So listen, if yer as smart as I think ya are, you wouldn't get tangled up with him. You gotta trust me here."

Chelsea kept starring up at me, I continued, "Mark is using you, Chels, he wants your farm. He is going to date ya, then dump –"

He arms wrapped around my waist, What the hell is she doing? Is she givin me a fucking hug? What do I do?

I looked down at her, and her giant midnight eyes glanced back towards me, "Vaughn, Your too sweet. But you're full of shit."

Uh… Thanks? Maybe? I don't understand-

Can I hug her now?

She grabbed me hold, and she jolted be backwards. I felt my cowboy boots slip off the edge of the rotting wharf wood.

*SPLASH*

"WHAT THE FUCK CHELSEA!" I shouted, as I was summered in the freezing cold Winter water

"Oh, Shut up Vaughn! You don't fucking understand! MARK LIKES ME! DEAL WITH IT!" She shouted, "STOP MAKING UP EXCUSES! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS ANYWAY!"

That saucy little bugger. Not ONCE in my life have anyone ever done anything to ever make me shut up. And here she is pushing me in the water.

I gazed up at her from the water. She was slightly trembling; maybe from anger? Why the hell don't she believe me? Why won't she listen? Why can't she stp being to fucing DENSE and just listen to me.

"FINE!" I shouted back, "I'LL GIVE HIM FUCKING 2 WEEKS! AND DON'T DARE GO COMPLAINING TO ME AFTER HE DUMPS YOUR ASS! I TRIED TO FUCKIN WARN YA!"

Chelsea jogged away from the wharf, "SHUT IT VAUGHN! IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!"

I rolled my eyes, this is going to be a giant mess.

And I'm going to be the one stuck with the sulking chick.

Fml.

Chelsea

I stormed across the beach, rotted.

Vaughn said I deserved the best. That's a lie. I don't. He is just saying things now so that I will fucking listen to him.

That's not fucking fair. The thing I hate the most is liars. And that's what he was doing.

I'm not falling for that, I refuse.

"Chelsea!" I heard my favorite voice call behind me, "Chelsea, I have been looking everywhere for you."

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and I sighed with relief. If this isn't something special, I don't know what is.

"Where were you?" He asked,

I mumbled, "Vaughn issues, he was being a jerk."

Mark rolled his eyes, "Typical. What about?"

I sighed, as I held into him tighter, "He said something about you not actually likeing me, and using me or something. But I know it isn't true. I know this is actually something."

Mark tensed, and whispered, "Chelsea. We need to talk. Follow me."

He held my hand lightly, as we walked up into his bed room; He sat me on his bed, and he sat beside me. He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear.

What if what Vaughn is right? What if Mark really is using me? Maybe I shouldn't. "we need to talk" is always a bad thing, isn't it?

"Chelsea, I love you."

My eyes popped, What? Holy shit, holy shit, holy SHIT.

He just told me that he is in love with me.

Isn't 2 weeks a little quick for that?

Who cares. He LOVES me.

Vaughn was wrong. I knew it I KNEW IT

Now I feel like a bitch from second guessing myself. For second guessing Mark

I gazed back at him, and he was smiling, "Chelsea," he muttered, "Are you in love with me?"

Am I? I love his smile, and his eyes, and his hair, and the way he acts… but is it love? Heck, I guess it is "Yes," I replied, "I am."

He took my neck into his hands, and he kissed me so lightly, and then he gently pulled away, "Be my girlfriend. Officially, I want us to start getting serious."

I gasped, as he continued kissing me tenderly again, but it turned stronger.

Do I want to be his girlfriend? Do I want to get serious? Well, I am 21… maybe there is no harm in a real serious relationship.

Besides, like Vaughn said "I deserve the best" and in my opinion, Mark is the best.

I pulled about an inch away from his sweet lips, and I sighed, "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."