Vaughn's P.O.V:
I got on the boat like usual, surprised when I wasn't the only one to board it from the city. This time another man who looked vaguely familiar clambered on in front of me. He had bleach blonde hair untidily tamed by a blue cap. His overall farming appearance made him stand out from the rest of the people on board like a sore thumb, just like me. I sat down in my usual red seat at the ships bar and downed a couple of whisky shots. Everything felt better after my weekly shot. I was actually looking forward to visiting the island for once. I wanted to see Chelsea's innocent face and stroke her long brown locks. I wanted to make her mine but with this baby and everything else maybe she won't be interested. I didn't think she was interested anyway. Julia seems convinced that she was though so maybe I really do have a chance? I seriously hope so. This girl has made me go all soft and mushy inside. I'm more of an emotional wreck than well composed like I used to be. The blonde kid came and sat himself next to me, staring.
"What's your problem?" I snarled, unimpressed by the sudden attention. I mean, I know people stare, let's be honest who wouldn't stare if some guy was dressed like a fricken cowboy in front of them? But having someone so closed and staring me up and down was uncomfortable to say the least.
"Nice get up, cowboy." He laughed.
There was no sarcasm lurking in his voice which surprised me. I only ever received sarcastic comments about my choice of clothing.
"The names Mark." He boldly stated, extending his hand towards me.
"Vaughn." I grunted, warily shaking his offered hand.
"So, where are you heading? I'm heading off to Sunshine islands to see my sister. It's been a long time." The blonde said, his voice quivering and full of emotion.
Normally people like him piss me off with their way too bubbly personalities and their 'I think everyone wants to know everything about me' attitude but this guy had me strangely fascinated especially since he mentioned the island.
"I'm heading to the island too. I work there on Wednesdays and Thursdays as an animal dealer although there isn't much work for me at the moment."
"Oh, so you know the farmer? Claire? That's my sister." He proudly said.
Claire? I didn't know a Claire? There wasn't one living on the island. What the hell was he on about?
"Oh, I don't think I know a Claire." I plainly stated.
I was glad to reach the island and escape Mark and his forever on going speech.
A smile played on my lips as Chelsea came running into my arms.
"Vaughn. I've missed you."
Those words had me chuckling, Julia had to be right. Just out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a purple bandana heading back towards his shack. Had she told him yet?
I found my thoughts tumbling out of my mouth but felt relieved to say the least when she finally admitted she'd told him. About bloody time too. I subconsciously rubbed the growing thing, noting that it had definitely gotten bigger since last time.
Chelsea's P.O.V
I sat in the sand a little way away from the dock huddled into a purple checked blanket next to a sleeping Denny. The boat would be here in the early hours of the morning so all I could do now is wait. The day had gone way too slowly for my liking and I had found myself clock watching and fidgety for most of the day; itching for tomorrow to hurry up. Denny had insisted on staying with me for most of the day, much to Lana's disgust, ensuring I actually ate and that I didn't do anything more than my farm work. He was like a cling on and no matter what I tried he wouldn't shake off. It was annoying but well, it was sweet too I guess. He's given me more attention today than I've received throughout my childhood, bless him. Despite everything that's happened between us, I have gained a lot of respect towards him because of this really sweet, almost protective, recently accumulated behavior towards me. It gave me more than enough hope for the future.
I rested my head against Denny's shoulder and focused my gaze on the forever moving sea, crashing against the extended shore line. My eyes widened at the sight of the tiniest shadow heading towards the island. I was up on my feet, jumping and waving before my body even had time to register my excited, jerky movements. I would have screamed if I knew there was no one about but I had much more respect for my sleepy islanders to want to wake them this early in the morning. My movements made my sleepy friend stir and stare at me in confusion for a while.
"What's going on? Where am I?" He yawned.
"At the beach. Mark's almost here." I beamed.
The boat continued its snail like pace, drawing nearer and nearer to the docks. The familiar clunk of the boat hitting the wood filled my ears as the captain's words pierced the heavy silence.
"Stopping at Sunshine island. All those on board need to get off here. We're stopping for the night. Thank you."
I stared intently at the people who walked off the boat, looking for any tale tell signs of Mark. Rather than continue to stare hopefully at the silhouetted shapes of people, I bounded over to my favourite cowboy.
"Vaughn. I've missed you." I exclaimed as I pulled him into a hug.
A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he returned the hug. I could feel a frown make itself known on his face as we stood there like idiots hugging each other.
"Does he know? Does Denny know?" He asked, swiftly moving his hand from my waist to my tiny bump, rubbing the growing life.
"Yeah and now he won't leave me alone." I complained.
I stopped myself from going on as the last passenger made his way off the boat. I stumbled out of Vaughn's embrace and onto a clear patch of sand where I collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed to say the least.
"MARK." I yelled out from my spot in the sand, waving my hands in the air.
"CLAIREEE." He screeched.
"MARKKKK. I've missed you soo fucking much." I cried out as he bounded towards me, arms open wide.
I flew into them, gladly smelling the familiar scents stuck on his clothes from the farm, home.
"It's been too long." He replied, pushing me arm's length away so he could study me in the poor moon light surrounding us.
"You look so well, maybe a bit chubbier since last time but that's good. Sorry to point that out but it's true." He said. "Your hair? Its not blonde anymore, awh, you don't look like mom anymore, you look more like auntie Jill oh, I mean, your mom. It really suits you. I've missed you so much." He gushed.
We walked back to my farm house and plonked ourselves on the sofa, ready for a good amount of catching up.
Vaughn's P.O.V:
The rest of the scene developing blurred in front of me as I stood confused. Why was he calling her Claire? That was Chelsea? What was going on?
The puzzle pieces clicked together as he mentioned hair colour, her being blonde. Claire… she was the girl from the photo I was shown. That same girl that Chelsea, if that was even her name, referred to as nobody. That nobody was Chelsea. She had spun us all into a twisted, sickening lie. Pissed was an understatement of how I felt. When I speak with her next she won't know what's hit her. Anger washed over me as I stormed back to the familiar surroundings of the animal shop. I didn't understand what Mark had meant about her not looking like 'mom' but like 'auntie Jill' – her mom. It didn't make sense. I wanted to find everything out. I wanted answers and I intended on getting them, one way or another.
A/N: Two things: 1- Sorry this was so late, I was supposed to put it up yesterday but I went to the beach instead. 2- I feel this is a massive let down of a chapter, I'm so sorry! My writing skills are terrible :3- Sorry for complaining. It's really short too despite the fact that I promised to make it longer. On another note, I will be posting the next chapter for sure on Monday, I promise!
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, see you at the next update! ^.^
