I dont own harvest moon. :)

I'm going to start bringing the other townspeople into the story more.

Before I was making them preppy fools, so Chelsea would feel pushed away, drawing her towards Vaughn more. And making her jump at the chance to befriend Mark.

But now, Since the story is progressing- along with Vaughn tearing down his walls, and Chelsea trying to figure out what exactly she is up too,

I believe the 'crowd' should start growing up a developing as well.

But the story is not about them, they just play more of an influencing role in it.

Oh, btw, Sabrina and Mark is back and aren't stopping until things go their way- They love eachother too much.

But remember, Chelsea and Vaughn seem to be falling deeply in love too. ;)

Chapter 37: Working

Julia

I glanced around at all of my friends- well, almost all of them. Chelsea and Vaughn are not here, they are in the city. Chelsea went there yesterday to check up on Vaughn, I haven't heard from either one of them yet…..

I would LOVE to know how it's going. I'm not an idiot, I know for a fact that my cousin is in love with Chelsea. And I can tell Chelsea is crazy about him too. It's so obvious, even Mom can tell. I hope that her city trip with Vaughn is going well. But knowing the both of them- it's going to be on the extremes. It's either going REALLY bad or REALLY good- Or even both…

Hopefully Chelsea is satisfied with her farm. I have been looking after the animals- and we had a bit of wind last night. I got Elliot to help me clear up the field. Goddess, it's such hard work. Like, you clear off the field perfectly- then you turn around and there is a random rock back there.

I can't imagine what it's like in the harvesting seasons- when there are weeds to keep under control. I have only been here one night and my patience is already shot.

How in the world do that girl do it? You definitely have to be a certain type of person for it.

"Jul, Where do you want to go star gazing too?"

There was a question and silence, I only supposed they were talking to me. I snapped back to reality, "Uh, what?"

Elliot reached out and casually held my forearm, "Where did you want to go star gazing?"

Star gazing?

Oh yeah! It's the Starry night festival. That' why we are all here in the first place. We all met at Sabrina's for a Starry night get together. All of us look absolutely beautiful.

I grin- I am wearing a knee length, forest green dress. It really suits the color of my hair.

Sabby is wearing a long soft, purple dress that brings out her eyes.

Nat is wearing a bright red dress. Presonally, I think it just clashes with her hair. Too much red for such a pale person. But whatever.

Lily is wearing a tight black, strapless dress that is short in the front and flows to the floor in the back. Of course, she is the only person I know that could pull off something like that.

And Lanna, goddess. I wish I had all of her clothes. She is wearing a beautiful- but very short, silver dress that is strapless. It shines with her hair and lightens the room like a disco ball.

"Julia."

And kind of reminds me of that sparkly red dress that Chelsea has hung in her closet. It's very VERY diva and it just screams "LOOK AT ME!". Although, I really can't picture Chelsea wearing something like that… or a dress in that fact.

"Jules?"

I was considering wearing it- but I thought that maybe she might want to wear it someday. And goddess forbid that a dress be seen twice on this island.

"JULIA!"

I snapped out of it again, with Lanna nagging, "Julia! Come back to earth. Why are you such a space case these evening?"

I shrugged my shoulders- and Natalie butt in before I could even come up with any type of explanation, "She is just hanging with that farmer a little too much," she sneered, "Her ditziness is rubbing off and manipulating Julia."

Ditziness? If anything- Chelsea's intelligence is what's 'rubbing off' on me.

Definitely not Ditzy. That's not even a word that would be in Chelsea's dictionary.

I scoffed, "She isn't Ditzy, Natalie. Chelsea is a very nice, down-to-earth person. And I like that."

Nat slyed her eyes at me, I don't know what it is about Chelsea that she hates so much- I personally can't find anything wrong with her.

Lily cuts in, "Speaking of Chelsea, where is she tonight?"

Then Denny cut him himself, "Oh, and Vaughn. Today is Thursday, he should be here. Shouldn't he?"

I smirked, "Vaughn is sick. Chelsea went into the city to care for him."

I heard something crunch on the other side of the room. We all turned to see Sabrina with a sour look on her face and the steam of a wine glass cracked in too.

Lanna raised her eyes brows for an explanation, and Sabrina flushed a pretty pink color and mumbled "The steam must have been very fragile…"

I shrugged, thinking nothing of it.

But anyway. Mark smirked, "Interesting. That skank don't be long moving on, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew Chelsea wasn't actually in love with Mark, and I knew Mark wasn't actually in love with Chelsea. I don't understand why though, and I don't understand why someone like Mark would have pursued a girl like Chelsea in the first place. They are completely different.

I chuckled, "No way. It's so obvious to see that Vaughn and Chelsea have been into each other ever since they met. They are just too dense to see it."

Denny frowned, "I couldn't tell. I can't say I much of either one of them… But they are both pretty quite and to themselves- I can't picture either one of them with anyone else actually" he looked up at Mark, who had a sour expression on his face, "No offense man," Denny continued, "But you two were horrible together."

Lanna giggled, "Chelsea seems okay I guess. Sure she is plain, and kind of boring. But I just get this weird, familiar vibe from her." She frowned, "I just- I don't know. I feel like I should know who she is? Do you know what I mean? I feel like she might have this connection with me if I talked to her or something. I'm just too nervous."

Lily casually sipped some of her drink, "I can't say I know either one of them either- and me too would not know what to say to Chelsea during a conversation. Why don't they just come and hang out with us or something?"

I glowered at her, and hissed, "Well, I can't say we have been the best welcoming committee on the Island. We all did kind of make her feel out of place."

Pierre frowned, "I guess. We were kind of mean to her- and too Vaughn. Remember when he went to Denny's guy get together? He got all offended when Mark started talking about Chelsea."

Mark frowned, and Elliot nodded, stating "I don't find Vaughn too bad actually. I see him around over Julias. He don't start conversation- but he certainly won't ignore you either. He is alright."

Sabrina smiled- a little so sweetly, "Well! Since Vaughn is so sweet, why don't we invite him to my New Years party? That way we could really get to know him. Try to get him to open up a little." She said, while making eye contact with a very hostile Mark.

Lanna nodded, "Great idea! What about Chelsea? She should come too. I mean, if she plans on spending the rest of her life on this island- she really has to try to make an effort."

Will agreed, "Splendid Idea, And we also must attempt an effort. It has to be both ways. I think we have to all stop being such pricks and finally accept them on to this island. It's only fair, we are not proving anything by keeping up this lame highschool cool kids act."

I smiled, Maybe hanging out with us couples will help Vaughn and Chelsea see their true feelings for each other. Maybe it will open them up more or something. And goddess, it wouldn't hurt to get either one of them out socializing.

Sabrina sighed, while she rolled her eyes "I dunno. That whole fling between Mark and Chelsea really pissed me off. I wouldn't be able to stand to be in the same room as her for too long. But I guess I could deal with it."

I rose my eye brow at her, "You and Mark are back together anyway, aren't you?"

Sabrina narrowed her eyes, "No. Never." As she glanced over at Mark- who also mimicked a silimar glare, only more masculine.

Uh oh, looks like they are on bad terms. Hopefully it don't put drama in our group.

Sabrina

"Mark? May I speak with you a second." I demanded,

Mark huffed and rolled his eyes. His acting tonight is brilliant. "I rather be shot than talk to you, Sabrina."

Lanna eyed over at him disapprovingly – overhearing his comment I suppose. Oh well, that's just more people that can back up our 'terrible relationship'.

Denny nudged Mark in the ribs, "Don't be a jerk. Go talk to her, you obviously got stuff to sort out."

I smirked in satisfaction, as the group was taking my side. This plan is going to work swell.

Mark didn't glance at me, he just rose from the table and stormed from the room.

Goddess, he is a magnificent actor. Maybe I could just ship him off to acting school or something…. That would be a bit more promising that being a stupid farmer…

Father wouldn't mind me dating a movie star- that's a fact.

But then again, I find these islands rather charming. And living on a nice peaceful farm house does kind of tickle my fancy. I could own a kitten, or something.

But of course, I would never dream of owning a stupid cat. I would just keep ditching it on an island somewhere. I would prefer just kittens.

Plus, I could always escape from little fantasy home back to the mansion. Back to my own reality.

It would be like living in a dream. Cooking and cleaning- while I watch the love of my live in his fields working hard, slaving away to make an earning. Well, I guess since everything came so easy to me, I wouldn't mind living to see what the real life is actually like.

But of course, I would never dream of trying that without the back support of my father backing me up.

I stood from the table and frowned at Lily, who gave me a sympathetic smile back. It's perfect, they are all making Mark look like the bad guy- everything is going just as planned.

I closed the door behind me. And Mark smiled his brilliant smile, "Hey sweetie."

I let out a breath of air and kissed his gentle lips. "Hey."

He kissed back, and then he rose his eyebrow, "So. What with this whole 'Mark is an idiot of breaking Sabrina's heart' thing? You're lucky I can read your actions or we would be getting no where."

I snapped, "Oh, shut it! Maybe if you tried harder at making Chelsea fall madly in love with you- we wouldn't need to go on to a stupid plan B!"

He frowned, not making a sound.

I continued, "This is the plan. You couldn't break Chelsea heart- because it wasn't yours in the first place."

Mark jerked his head to the left, I have caught his attention. I walked over to the bench to sit, I sighed, "I'm so stupid! I should have seen this form the very beginning. See, Chelsea can't love you. She is in love with Vaughn. Now, we still have to break Chelsea's heart to make her leave. Only this time, Vaughn will be the one doing all the heart breaking."

Mark smirked, and I snickered, "I make Vaughn fall for Me. He don't even really have to be in love with me, he just have to feel enough to scare Chelsea away. Which should be simple- since she has trust issues that you caused." I took a cocky breath "And he won't be able to resist me- I'm the sweet, vulnerable, shy Sabrina who just had her heart ripped out by you. And since he hates your guts now anyway, he will hate you even more when he sees how big of a jerk you were to Chelsea- and how big of a jerk you are being towards me."

Mark frowned, "That sounds fine. But I think Vaughn likes Chelsea just as much as Chelsea likes him. Do you really think he is going to go for it? Besides, I think he was starting to catch on too our little scheme anyway."

I laughed, it came off evil. It actually kind of startled me, "Don't worry, I have a plan C. It's one I rather now use, its extreme. And it's much harder work for you. And it could be dangerous if we don't go about it correctly."

Mark smirked, "Oh yeah?" I pulled me in and kissed my forehead, "Enlighten me."

And with that; I gave him the most fascinating, creative, despicable plan that will ever be brought out on this island. It is so nasty that if anyone finds out, we may get kicked off.

But we won't be. They won't have no choice but to beg Mark for help.

It will for make Vaughn look like a horrible person. Make me look innocent, and completely shatter little Chelsea's heart, and she will run away and never come back.

Marks jaw dropped, "You're… something else Sabrina."

I smirked, "I know. I'd do anything to be with you- you know that."

Mark sat there quite for a bit, "So… how do we track down this man you speak of?"

I gazed out of the window and into the starry sky and sighed, "My father owns a billion dollar corporation. I'm sure taking down such a… riff raff won't be too difficult."

Mark stayed silent for a second, he groaned- "I dunno, Sabrina. Vaughn is dense as fuck, it will be impossible to lure him like that. Plus, Chelsea is stronger than you think."

Vaughn

"So, what else do you do on the Starry Night festival?" whispered the tough girl who was cradled in my arms.

I held her loosely, so she could continue to fiddle with the collar of my shirt.

"I dunno," I mumbled back, closing my eyes as she traced along my collarbone with her tiny fingers. "Uh, star gazing is a big thing. It's stupid in my opinio-"

I got a gentle, playful smack across my face "Shut up. Nothing is stupid."

Chelsea peeled herself from my arms and stood up, "Come one. Lets go somewhere."

I sighed, as I reached for my cap and jacket. It's certainly fucking freezing outside, star gazing is something I'm not really into.

And it's not something I ever did before in my life.

Chelsea zipped up her puffy white jacket and opened the door, taking her new camera with her. I trailed after her and we jumped into my large truck. It was fucking freezing in the cab of the truck, Chelsea drew little pictures in the frost that decorated the windows.

I looked over and smirked- She drew a house, with 3 cows, 1 sheep, 4 chickens, and a dog. Stood by the little house was a stick person with long hair.

I chuckled, for someone as fucking mature as she is- she certainly do have a childish side in her.

A vulnerable side. Even though she tries not to fuckin show it.

Chelsea reached over and started picking at the button on my radio- turning on a random station.

It was a song I recognised. I think it was Guns n' roses, the song kept saying Every rose as it's thorn. So being the fuckin' Einstein that I am, I only suppose that it's the name of the song.

Chelsea was moving her leg to the beat happily, she knew this song well. And it seemed like it kind of excited her.

"You like this song?"

Chelsea nodded, "Yeah, Mom use to listen to it."

I nodded my head, smirking. Apparently Chelsea is a good singer. But of course, she is so damn secretive over it. I guess she hates looking back.

Fuck, she is almost as bad as me when it comes to the past- if not worst.

I snuck another glance over at her again, she had her giant eyes shut softly, and barely nodded her head back and fourth gently.

You can tell music is something she is into, something she feels for.

Something she might even fuckin miss.

"Sing" I suggest.

Chelsea eyes pop open, and she gawks at me.

I raise my eye brow, focusing on the road. The weather isn't the greatest. I doubt we will even see any stars. The snow is falling hectically.

"You know the song, you can sing. So sing it."

Chelsea folds her arms over her chest and watches the snow zoom into the windshield silently. Before you know it, the song is over and some sort of popular song is on. The kind that girls with get drunk too and act like sluts towards.

Chelsea screws up her face in disgust, as she changes the station- listening to a song I never heard before in my life.

I wouldn't mind hearing Chelsea sing. Her voice is kind of rough in general, for a girl. Fuck, I say she got a nice singing voice- something worth listening too.

"I dunno why ya won't sing." I mumbled, pulled my hat into my face, "But I wouldn't mind hearing it. Especially since we got this going on and stuff, It would be kind of fuckin okay."

Chelsea chuckled, and shook her head, "I would sing to you Nebraska, but I can't."

I raised my eyebrow in question, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Her face grew somewhat serious, "Not yet anyway. But I promise, if you stick around long enough- I'll let you hear it."

I rolled my eyes at her comment and reached out for her little hand, "Believe me, I won't be goin' anywhere."

Chelsea

I walked across an opening in the trees. It looked like some sort of valley- it probably is. We were driving for about an hour. We are definitely outside town a nice ways. I'm not complaining anyway, I hate the city, and I always will… no matter how many gorgeous cowboys reside here.

"We are just outside the city a little ways. Not far." He then added something on, more to himself than for me, "I woulda brought her to that other spot if it wasn't so damn stormy…"

"Oh yeah?" I nagged, "Where is the other spot?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah, I'll show ya some other time."

I frowned, "I refuse to come back to the city to see it."

He chuckled, as he wrapped him arms around my waist and hugged my tightly from behind. His face nuzzled into my neck, "I see. I'm sure you will be back. Apparently all it takes is for me to skip off work for a week and you're runnin off tryin to track me down."

I smirked, as I could feel his smile against my collarbone. "Don't get too cocky, cowboy. I won't be running all the way over here again."

He chuckled, "I don't expect ya too."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't quite feel my nose, it's pretty freezing. I know for a fact my cheeks are blood red- luckily when my cheeks turn red that don't look like rashs like some peoples. Mine just kind of…. Turn color.

I wonder if it's cold on the island tonight? I hope my animals are okay… and I hope Julia haven't dirted up my house too bad.

If I didn't know that sex was considered a sin on the island- I would be worried about her and Elliot getting it on in my bed. I chuckled, I got no worries about that.

"What's so funny?" questioned the amazing masculine voice behind me.

Oh nothing, just thinking about Julia and Elliot screwing.

In my bed.

Is that sick and twisted?

Nah, not coming from an ex-stripper. I'm surprised that I'm not corrupted.

I shook my head in disbelief, "Nothing," I mumbled, "I just really have to go home soon."

Vaughn

Chelsea pulled away from me, and looked up into my eyes. I could barely see her through the thick falling snow. But I can see those eyes- only now that it is dark, I can't see the blue. They are pitch fuckin black,

Some people would find it scary- but it's Chelsea? How the hell could something about her be creepy?

I could pick out that her cheeks were stained bright red- and her nose was running just a tad bit. She bites her lips- deep in thought, Still looking up at me with those eyes.

"I think I should go tomorrow, actually."

I frowned, Dammit. I can't expect Chelsea to just fuckin stay here with me. She do have responsibilities on the island. Actually- she has more responsibilities than anyone that lives there.

She works so hard. I just… wouldn't fuckin mind her taking a break here with me.

I keep frowning, I don't really want to not see her. But breaks aren't too bad. I have work, and so does she. We have careers- without them we wouldn't have met in the first place.

It will only be a week and I'll see her again.

1 fucking week.

Winter 31,

New Years.

I smirked- Dammit. I never spent new years with a girl before.

But Chelsea isn't just a damn girl. Chelsea is just….

I looked up at her again, still biting her lip- deep in fuckin thought or something. Her eyes were still wide in wonder, probably wondering what Julia was up too on her farm. Of course, Chelsea will worry. Her farm is all she fuckin got.

That, and now me apparently. Not that I'm that big of a fucking catch.

"Whatcha thinkin about?" She asked, her voice sounded forced- since it was so damn windy I guess.

I smirked, "Thinkin about how lucky you are so have a guy like me."

"Oh. I see." She mumbled, and she bent over in the snow- grabbing a handful. She floated up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She is probably standing on her tip toes cause she is so damn short. "Ever consider that perhaps YOU'RE the lucky one?"

With that; she plied open the back of my jacket and let the fucking snow fall down through my damn back.

"FUCK CHELSEA!" I stammered, trying to shake the snow off my back, "That's fucking freezing! What are ya doing?"

Chelsea giggled. Chelsea's giggle isn't very common, its fairly girly- something she really fuckin isn't. She is far from girly, more of a tom boy actually.

I chased after her, she ran and ran and ran- she found it harder than me of course. Since the snow was so fucking deep, and her legs are so fucking short- unlike my long ones.

I got close enough to wrap my hands around her little waist- noticing for the first time how truly fuckin skinny she is. She is like a skinned rabbit. Not like, starving herself skinny- she is just really fuckin lean.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her into the air- like suspected she is as light as her body feels.

"VAUGHN! Put me down!" She shrills,

I laugh, as I spin and spin and spin and spin- still with her levitated in the air.

"What the hell are you doing!" She shrieked,

I don't even know what the hell I'm doin. And I don't give a fuck. I don't care, I could spin her here all day long and not fucking stop.

I don't care about how stupid I look, nobody is watchin.

"Plea-pl-plea-pleaseeeeeee" She managed to spit out. She was laughing hard now, "Vauuh! Vaughn! Plea-please put me do-down"

I could hear her laugh echoing through the clearing, I laughed too. Not because this is funny- It's utterly fucking stupid.

I'm laughing because her own laugh is so fucking.. contagious.

I slowly start lowering her until her face is in line with mine. I am holding onto her thighs now- so she is sitting in my arms with her legs wrapped around my torso.

I tilt my head into head quickly to kiss her. She kissed me back roughly , messing her fingers through my hair.

My heart starts pounding, this girl fucking does something to me everytime.

Every fucking move she makes, and every damn sound- she has this stupid control over me.

My head starts to feel light as we keep making out in the freezing dark cold snow. My legs start to feel wobbly since I am still dizzy from all that damn spinning. Suddenly I start falling backwards

No explanation- no fuckin care. I just do. I fall on my back in the snow with my Chelsea still sitting on top of me. This fall breaks our kiss apart.

She is sat on my stomach- gazing down at me with the hugest smile. Whatever hair that wasn't blowing around in the wind was stuck to her wet lips.

She is so fucking cute.

Chelsea smiled as she reaches down and grabs my black Stetson off the top of my head, and she very flimsy places it on top of her own.

I chuckle at how silly she looks as a cowgirl- that's my signature look, so it's odd so see somebody sporting my hat with such confidence.

"You don't look too bad there, New York." I teased,

Chelsea rolled her eyes and faked a believable girly pout, "Well Sorry," She disguised her voice so it was very high pitch and feminine- it actually reminded me a lot of that fuckin pop star on the island "I guess we can't all be bred and raised in Nebraska."

Her fake pout was replaced with her signature smirk- Another thing that drives me fucking crazy about her.

I minds as just say everything- Because if I was to fuckin pinpoint everything individually I would be here for a damn century.

I feel Chelsea shiver- of course she is fucking shivering. It's freezing out here.

Next thing she will be the one getting sick. And with spring coming up, it would be awful for her to start it off on the wrong foot.

"Come on," I mumbled, hinting her to get up off of me, "Lets go home, You're damn cold."

Chelsea nods her head, "Can we have some hot chocolate when we get back?"

I think for a second, "Honestly, I can't remember the last fuckin time I had hot chocolate. We will have to stop somewhere to get some."

Chelsea smiles, as she jumps into the truck "No worries, I picked up a can when I went to Sobeys."

"Of course you did. Do you really have to leave?" I complained, "I can get use to this whole pasta meal stuff and good food."

Chelsea rolled her eyes, "Don't get use to it, Bucko. I expect you to be in the kitchen just as much as I'm out in the fields."

Of fucking course. Chelsea's fields- and her animals. They need her.

There is no way I could see her everyday. I guess this is just gonna have to be fuckin long distance.

Besides, I have a damn temper. I get annoyed easily, and sometimes I say shit I don't mean.

I'm not typically a clingy type of guy in general. I like to be left the fuck alone.

So maybe this whole long distance thing won't be such a fuckin bad thing after all.

This whole seeing each other twice a week worked fine for us before- just because we are kissing now don't mean it still can't keep working.