~Chelsea~

"Chelsea," he says, walking towards me with that familiar gentle look on his face. "Chelsea, come on."

I shake my head frantically and back away. I don't know why, but suddenly he seems so dangerous, which is odd in itself. I've never seen Will as dangerous, so why now…?

"Chelsea." He says, sounding impatient. I'm about to ask him what he wants when his hands reach out at me and he grins darkly at me.

"GIVE HIM BACK, CHELSEA," Will's voice becomes a high pitched shriek. "GIVE HIM BACK, AND GO IN HIS PLACE. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE, SILLY GIRL."

I watch before my eyes as all but Will's hands disappear, wrapping around me and crushing me with a force that takes my breath away. I'm choking, struggling, barely able to breathe. I want to cry, but no tears or sounds come out, and my kicks start to falter as I lose energy, slowly and slowly submitting to the death hug that I've been put in.

"St-stop," I murmur, using the last of my strength to try and pull away.

"Yes, that's right," his voice says soothingly, although it's no longer his voice at all. "Stop, Chelsea. Stop living."

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Needless to say, when I go to visit Pierre in the morning like promised, I look a fright.

"Chelsea!" he squeaks, fussing around me and picking at wild strands of bedhead, "What happened? Did you fall out of bed?" he looks up at me worriedly, and I look down at him, seriously wanting to hug the crap out of him.

How is it possible that he's OLDER than me? Seriously? He's too cute!

I sigh and close my eyes, shaking my head.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I say, trying to wave him off with a laugh when I see him start to cower. I'm about to ask him what's wrong when I feel a cool breath on the back of my neck.

"Why didn't you come say good morning to me?" Vaughn says, and I turn around slowly to find myself face to face with a pouting cowboy. He's actually pouting, like a little kid, and he's giving me this disappointed look, like he wanted to be the first person to see me.

As it's early, it looks like he was up for a morning walk; he's not fully decked out in his outfit, only wearing a black tank top and a pair of rolled up jeans that hang low on his waist, showing just a hint of gray that has GOT to be his boxers. The way he looks now, he could pass for the bad boy in any story.

Oh dear Goddess, why do you torment me so?

I try to stop gawking at him and turn my head, facing the ocean. I'm about to say something witty and clever back, when Pierre starts trembling, going to hide behind me.

Seeing this, Vaughn just rolls his eyes and looks at the ocean too, rubbing the back of his head in an embarrassed manner.

"Hey," he grunts at Pierre, who freezes at being addressed by the giant who stands before him. "I'm sorry, about what I did." Vaughn finishes, while I stare at him, amazed that he's actually apologizing.

Pierre stares up at him, before edging out from behind me and meekly going up to him.

"It's…it's okay," he says uncertainly. "I mean, it was kinda my fault too….friends?" he says, sticking his hand up. Vaughn eyes him like he still thinks his attire is ridiculous, but sighs and puts his hand in the chef's.

At the gesture, Pierre lights up all over and begins dragging him back towards his house.

"Great! Now that we're friends let's all go cook something wonderful together!" the happy chef says, practically bouncing to his house. Vaughn turns his head and gives me a look that says, 'Help me' but I just stick my tongue out at him and follow behind.

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"Like this?" Vaughn asks Pierre, looking confused while he holds the whisk lightly in his hands. Pierre nods emphatically and Vaughn grins a little bit as he gently begins to make the icing for the cake that Pierre's making.

Watching the two of them is nearly killing me with all the adorableness of it all; Vaughn's wearing an apron of all things, and Pierre is so short standing next to him….it's too much.

My heart couldn't take it, standing in between them, so I've settled myself down to watch them, although I'm starting to think that's a bad idea too. Vaughn obviously knows what he's doing, but he seems to be a bit rusty, so he turns to Pierre every once in awhile to ask for advice.

Seeing Pierre reach up to adjust Vaughn's technique has me wanting to squeal at how adorable it all is. As if Vaughn can read my mind, he looks over and shoots me a smirk.

"Enjoying yourself, Chelsea?" he asks, as Pierre fusses over his batter. I don't want to give him the knowledge that I am, so I just look away like I'm bored and say, "Maybe."

When he sees me acting like that, his smirk grows before he walks over to where I am, still holding the bowl of white icing. Reaching down, he dips his finger into the sweet mixture and draws it out, offering the icing-covered finger to me.

"Want some?" he asks in a low, nearly sensual voice. I know that I'm turning bright red when he just smirks at me again and brings the finger up to his own mouth, delicately licking the icing off.

I'm about to hit him and tell him off for being such a weirdo when Pierre screams from the other side of the room, "I WANT SOME!"

With that, I fall off the couch laughing, the mood Vaughn's created gone while Pierre comes over and tries to taste some icing, while Vaughn just complains that he's interrupting. The chef doesn't seem to understand and just shrugs, reaching for the bowl. Vaughn holds the bowl high in the air and Pierre jumps to reach it, Vaughn laughing while Pierre struggles to reach the sweet stuff.

I don't know what I would do, if I didn't have such good people in my life.

Pierre...and Vaughn...cooking together...it made me feel all happy inside just thinking about it XD So I hope you felt that way too, when you imagined it!

I'll try and put up extra chapters tomorrow in honor of the 4th of July, so look forward to it!
Thanks for reading, and leave any thoughts you want!