In honor of independence day, I have put up not one, not two, not three or four...but FIVE chapters! :D Yesterday was a good day, to say the least XD
Anyways, enjoy :)
~Vaughn~
Maybe I was pushing it, trying to flirt with her the day after something like THAT happened, but regardless it's nice to see her blush and smile like that.
That's starting to become the reason I come back to this island so early now, and try to stay as long as I can. At this point, I'm seriously deliberating asking the company to switching me here full time instead of part time.
While she laughs and teases Pierre, who just pouts, I smile at the two gently. As weird as it seems, I'm actually enjoying myself; between the two of them, I can't help but want to be happy.
Pierre's surprisingly nice, considering how terribly I treated him ever since I first met him. And Chelsea's…well, she's Chelsea, and that's not going to change anytime soon.
Although, I'm starting to think that I ought to go back to Mineral Town and talk to her parents. I don't know why, but I kind of want her to see them again…
My thoughts are interrupted when the bowl of icing is flipped into my face.
As it drops to the ground with a thud, I glare at Chelsea and Pierre. Pierre's staring at me with horror on his face, like he's expecting me to blow up, and Chelsea is grinning at me cheekily, ready for a fight.
Slowly, I bring my hand up to my face and wipe it out of my eyes. Then, I pounce on Chelsea and rub it on her face while she screams and laughs, trying to push me off while Pierre begins squeaking something about his couch.
Chelsea and I are too busy fighting to listen, and Pierre's about to sigh, sad that he's forgotten when I turn to him and grin, throwing some his way. It becomes a full-fledged food fight in a matter of minutes, and the three of us end up laughing by the end of it, despite the fact that we're all coated in food and have made a mess of everything, which I just know we'll have to help clean up later.
I don't think I've laughed like this since my mom died.
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We're walking back to Mirabelle's when Chelsea says something that surprises me.
"You're a lot different to how you used to be," she tells me, skipping ahead by a few steps while I follow behind, holding onto her vest for her.
"Wha-?" I say, earning a look from her that tells me how stupid she thinks I am for not getting it.
"You smile now. And you're friendlier." She says, like it's so obvious. And maybe it should be, but I can't take all the credit; if it wasn't for her dragging me to places and trying to pry into my life, I probably wouldn't be like this.
Is it so bad, to be this happy when I haven't felt like this in so long?
Chelsea smiles and is about to say something when she her entire face turns white with fear. I'm going to ask her what's wrong when I turn and see who it is.
It's the prince.
He stands there, the wind blowing his hair out of his clear blue eyes, which watch her with a steady, solemn look. The atmosphere has changed and it's like the calm before a storm.
He's never given off much of a presence until now.
Will looks at me coldly, before turning to Chelsea.
"I wanted to apologize," he says, as cordial to her as ever, "But do not mistake me. I meant what I said yesterday-I love you. And intend to prove it to you, one way or another."
I sigh; he actually listened to me. He's showing his true self now, the same way I seem to be showing mine.
Of course, it doesn't mean I like it.
Chelsea just grabs my hand, ducking her head.
"Come on," she urges me, pulling me towards the building and turning her back on her former friend.
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After being lectured by Mirabelle for getting ourselves into such a mess, she sends us both upstairs, where we part ways to clean up. I get in the shower and clean up, hearing Julia's exclamation as Chelsea shows up in her room, no doubt asking to borrow some clothes.
By the time she's finished showering, I'm downstairs in the kitchen, drinking a soda.
"Guess who!" she giggles, all but jumping on my back to cover my eyes with her tiny hands. I just sigh and set my drink down.
"I don't know, a harvest sprite?" I say sarcastically, pulling away and turning around to see her grinning at me happily.
"Don't be silly, I'm taller than that!" she says, reaching her arms up like she's expecting a hug. I turn away, breathing in and out of my nose to calm myself.
Stop it, Vaughn. Yes, she's cute. Yes, she's right here asking you for a hug. Don't go and sap out because of it.
Instead of hugging her, I lean back against the counter and close my eyes, bringing my soda up to take another sip. I nearly choke at her next words.
"What did you say to Will?" she asks, and I sputter before looking at her, clutching at my chest.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know," her eyes plead with me, "I know you said something because he's acting different. He's not the same. What did you say to him?"