I'm sorry again. I've just been really busy with life. I'm not back to school yet, I decided to just take the rest of the year off. If sucks because it will put me back a grade, but oh well. I can be a kid longer :P

My only excuse for making you all wait so long again is that; I have been playing too many video games.

It's legit! My doctor told me that maybe if I played old video games, It will help me get my little memory back. It makes sense really, remembering where I was and what I was doing. It's all coming back to me.

What inspired this chapter was finally getting to read the new chapter to Forever123's Broken, and Randomjellybeans American Honey.

I read them this morning, then I started writing. And 4 hours later, I have my new chapter :)

Thanks for the patience everybody.

This chapter focuses on Vaughn mostly. The next one will focus a bit more on Chelsea. I'm more confused with Chelsea right now, because I'm not 100% what she should do with her life right now.

Feel free to message me with what should come next for Chelsea :) :)

In the last chapter, Chelsea ended back in the club. And Vaughn decided to take over the farm. That was in the summer. This chapter jumps ahead to Winter.

2 months Later

Vaughn

I chilled on the sofa, looking out the window at the swirls of snow rocking against my farm.

"Fucking winter." I mumbled, sinking into the cushions even further. My eyes scanned through the snow at all my renovations that I have completed since the summer. The farms are finally up to standard, although they don't have "her" fancy creations rigged up so save on time- but I now have 5 cows and 5 sheep, along with 12 chickens.

I realized that owning a farm is tougher than "She" made it seem. It's a lot of fucking finance planning; it's a lot of work. But then again, money wasn't such an issue when she was around.

I closed my eyes, sighing with boredom. Winter really is a fucking drag, once the animals are taken care of there really isn't much more that I could do. It makes for a decent fucking break though- it's hard trying to get our reputation up again, especially since the crops that I did harvest goes into feeding our starving town first, then there isn't usually much to sell.

I need to produce more crops in the upcoming spring. I need to make it worthwhile for the shipping boats to come back and forth.

I snickered to myself, maybe if some of the useless human beings on this island would disappear, I wouldn't have to keep their damn stomachs full, while they do nothing but complain.

"SOMEONE! HELP!"

I heard someone yell for help from the town. With that, I also heard muffled voices and slamming door .

Good. I don't have to feel obligated to help out. I do enough around here.

"It's too late." I heard a woman announce, "He is dead."

With this, my curiosity got the best of me. What? Someone died? Fuck, I hope my wishing didn't cause it.

I stood, walking over to the window to try and make out the figures that were hanging out around Elliot's home.

"It can't be," I mumbled to myself, "That fucker better not be dead, Julia needs him."

I shoved on my boots and ventured down quickly over the hill. The whole town was standing around the house; I quickly spotted Julia's blonde hair. To my surprise, she didn't look too traumatized by the whole ordeal. That can only mean that her husband is still alive.

"Who died?" I asked, a little too loud.

Julia snickered, "You're an inconsiderate ass."

"It was only a question"

"Taro passed away." Chen muttered to me. He also seemed to be thrown off guard with my question. "And, I would advise you to be a little more respectful during such times. Taro has done a lot for this town."

His comment threw me off guard completely. A little respect? What did I do to become disrespectful? "All I did was ask a fucking question."

"Yes," Chen snapped back, "It's the context it happened with. Do you realized that the reason he died anyway started last summer when you precious girlfriend ran off?"

I screwed my face up at him, feeling like somehow my "Precious girlfriend" was getting blamed for a 85 year old man's death. She gets the blame for everything little fucking thing around here. It's like she is an omen that was casted upon this island. Someone burns their toast? That's her fault. Someone stumps their toe? That's her fault too.

"I would love to hear how my 'Precious Girlfriend' killed this 85 year old man." I growled with frustration.

"Easy" I heard another male voice butt in. A voice that was strained to be louder and angrier than it normally is. "Grandfather is dead because of Chelsea's selfishness. She fucked off, leaving everyone to starve. She should have known that some citizens are weak and feeble. She should have known that sickness and poverty would come."

I rolled my eyes at the pink haired boy, trying to be a man. "She was selfish, huh?" I spoke loudly, "Chelsea would fucking walk through this town and pick up rocks and branches that was littered around everywhere, just because everyone else was too goddess damn lazy to pick them up. She would wake up and work in her fields until she passed out, then she was wake up in the fields because no one cared enough to go check on her."

"Why the fuck do you keep standing up for her?" Elliot snapped , "She left you behind too, you know."

"Because if I don't, no one will."

"That's because she don't deserve the time and energy" He mumbled.

With that, I snapped. "Why do you think the island went to hell the second she left? It's because none of you sorry ass losers were capable of doing her job. A whole fucking community couldn't do what she did by herself. You're all fucking pathetic, It's hard to believe that you and your sister couldn't get along long enough to plant a few potatoes. It's sickening really." I kept going, "And the way you all fucking treated her when she was here? That's even more disgusting. After a long day of work supporting all your asses- she would go to the Café just to get snickered about and taunted."

I looked at Elliot and Natalie, "And you all think I'm the one that needs to learn respect? Chelsea did a lot for this island. All your Grandfather did to help was to tell her the weather for the next day."

Elliot's eyes turned into too evil slits, "You son of a bitch." he growled as he darted towards me with his fist up.

I reacted quickly by grabbing his weak arms and grasping his wrist tightly in my arms. He scrambled to get away, but I'm a lot bigger and stronger than the little runt.

He looked up at me with eyes full of spite, but I just snickered in his face. "It's very unlikely that you could do damage to me, kid."

He pulled away, and I let him.

"Listen here, cowboy." He grumbled "You deserve a smack or two for deserting your cousin and your aunt. I had to be the man of two households and pick up your slacks while you chased your bitch around the world like a puppy dog."

I took in a sharp breath, that exhaled my fist on to Elliot's face- snapping his glasses in two and sending blood from his mouth and nose.

Elliot fell to the side of the house quickly.

"Guys!" a girl cried,

But, to my surprise, he jumped up again and tackled me.

"Stop it! Give it up!"

He didn't throw me off balance, or physically hurt me. But he did knock the fucking wind out of me. I grabbed him by the back of the throat and plied him away from my torso.

"STOP!" the girl yelled. I turned around to see very pregnant Julia starring daggers at us. The rest of the town scrambled away so they wouldn't be caught in her wrath.

Tears streamed down Julia's face while she chocked the words out, "Elliot, lay off Vaughn. He had to go and ease his mind so he could come back in peace to help us." She directed her eye to me, "And don't you ever belittle Elliot and his family, because Taro was the one who encouraged settlement on this island and if it wasn't for them, you never would have met Chelsea in the first plac-" "Argh!" she burst out with pain.

Her knees buckled beneath her. Blood and water gushed from her like a waterfall.

"My water broke!" She cried out,

"Gross." Was the only thing that could come from my mouth.

"Well," Elliot yelled at me, "Stop being such a wuss and help me carry her inside!"

I nodded, helping him take a side and we helped balance her in to a room in his house.

"Mom!" He yelled, "Nat! We need your help!"

"AHHH!" Julia yelled out, "Vaughn! Get mom! She can't miss this!"

I stood there, kind of traumatized at Natalie and Elliot started ripping off Julia's lower half. A mixture of a watery and bloody substance leaking out of her underwear when they took off her pajama pants.

I thought I would vomit.

"Gladly." I agreed, rushing out of the room quicker than I got in.

Fuck, that all escalated very fucking quickly.

I walked to the house, seeing it's the first time I got to breathe correctly in about a damn hour or so. That was all nothing but a big commotion, I should have stayed home on the fucking sofa.

I opened the house door and went into the room where Mirabelle was stationed. She looked up at me with her dull blue eyes.

It made my stomach fall into a pit again. Every time I look at her I feel guilty, as if I did it to her or something. But I know it's not the case.

I guess, I just can't fucking imagine the day where we will have to bury her.

Maybe I was too hard on Elliot. Taro was his grandfather, and his father figure.

More guilt filled my stomach. Maybe my attitude does need adjustments.

"Hi," I stammered to Mirabelle, I kneeled down in front of her, "I don't know if you heard or not, but Taro died." She kept starring, "And I got on like a fucking ass. But it was only because they were bad mouthing Chelsea about it."

Mirabelle smiled, and she pulled up all her energy to speak "You're saying her name again."

I could feel my face heat up a little. I did say it a couple o' times, I try to avoid it because I feel very fucking unsettled when I think of her.

"Yeah, well, it's been a while so.." I shook my head awkwardly, shoving off those thoughts of her, for now. "Taro died, but Mine and Elliot's feud set Julia into labour."

I reached around a grabbed her wheel chair, beginning to wheel her from the room "She told me to come and get you." I chuckled, "I agreed, seeing what was happening in there was pretty fucking disgusting."

She smiled, her eyes were not so dull, and they grew brighter. You can tell when she is down in the fucking dumps and when she is happy. Right now, she is happy.

Which makes me kind of happy.

I burst Mirabelle through the door.

"VAUGHN!," Julia screamed "Is that you?"

"YUP!" I yelled back, feeling overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

"BRING MOM IN!" "ARGGGH!" "HURRY!"

"No!" I yelled back, "I don't want to see any of it!"

The door opened, it was Natalie, "Oh, Grow a set." She pulled Mirabelle into the room with her and slammed the door.

I sighed, happy that my duties were over with.

"Hey," I heard Elliot announce his presence. This time he sounded a little more frantic than angry. "Come sit over here."

I nodded, walking over sitting across from him at the kitchen table. It was extremely fucking awkward, especially when Julia was scream and swear from the room. Every time we heard he pain full yell we would both flinch.

Elliot fiddled with his damn fingers the whole time. He was extremely nervous and jittery; his face grew pale and sick.

"are you okay?" I asked, I didn't want I felt fucking obligated.

"Ugh," he sighed, "It's just, we couldn't afford proper medical care for Julia. What if something goes wrong and she-"

My stomach flipped, "Don't even fucking think like that."

He sighed, taking his broken glasses off his face and holding his head in his hands. "It's hard not to."

I nodded, for once I was trying to put myself in his position. I think my day was fucking hectic so far? His grandfather dropped down in front of him, We got into a scrap, now his wife is in labour without a doctor.

"Listen," I gave in to my 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, "I'm sorry about earlier. I just get roiled up when people talk about Chelsea negatively. It had nothing to do with you or your family."

He nodded, "I get it, same here." He sighed, "I just got freaked out. I guess I didn't suspect that he would just get sick and leave me here alone with two families to tend on."

"Well, I wouldn't say I'll be going anywhere." I mumbled, "I can help out with Julia, Mirabelle and the baby."

"ARRRRUGGGH! FUCKING GODDESS!" Julia bellowed from the closed doors.

Elliot tensed again.

"I know I told you not to think like it, but I knows ya are" I muttered, trying to keep his mind subtle. I'm not one for talking or getting all fucking heart to heart, but this guy needs something right now.

And Chelsea would only expect me to talk to him.

"If Julia… was to not make it, you have to think of a way where it could be worst."

He looked up with a sickened expression slapped upon his face, "How the hell could it get worst?"

"Well," I reminisced something that Chelsea told me one time about loved ones dying, "If she dies, she was forced to leave you." I explained, "It's not like she got up and left you because she had the choice."

He glanced up at me, and I realized that I kind of pointed this in the direction of how Chelsea left me without seeking an explanation.

"But, everything will be fine." I reassured, "If she has enough strength to swear and scream, she is strong enough to survive."

Natalie popped her head out right on cue, "Everything is going great! The baby should start coming out in a few minutes."

Elliot let out a huge breath of relief, and it was silent.

All I could hear was Lillian and Natalie hushing at Julia, telling her to breath. But Julia was swearing and screaming in pain. I guess it would fucking suck to be giving birth this day and age without any medical help.

"I seen it, you know." Elliot mumbled.

"Seen what?" I asked, still focusing on the voices in the other room.

"What Sabrina and that man did to you. I was coming to find Chelsea to tell her about the fire, and I seen it."

I shot my eyes up at him.

"I didn't know what was going on. I just know that it was some weird voo doo stuff"

I stayed silent for a second,

"You don't have to say anything to me about it. I just thought I'd let ya know. And that I know she seen something she didn't want to see, and she left."

I looked back down at the table in front of me, eyeing the knots in the wood.

"But it was scary how she just gave up. It must take a lot to just out right leave everything behind and go."

"That's the thing," I told him what I had figured out, "She didn't have anything left to leave behind." I sighed sarcastically, "The barn thing was brilliant, on Mark and Sabrina's half. Because I know for a fact that she would have stuck around long enough to punch me in the face."

"She'll be back," He said, "I think so anyway."

"I hope so." I muttered, finished with this conversation. I'm not exactly comfortable with fucking heart-to-hearts with dweeby men.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH!" We heard one final, ear piercing scream fill the room. Then, we heard cries from someone other than Julia.

Natalie opened the door again, and smiled, "We have a baby boy!"

Elliot jumped up on his feet and scrambled into the room.

I wasn't in such a big rush, babies freak me the fuck out. If anything, I was dreading to walk in there.

But I did, first I popped my head around the corner to make sure Julia was covered. Which she was, with a bundle held tightly in her arms.

"He is so handsome…" She whispered, grazing her finger along the baby's forehead. "Elliot, just look at him."

Elliot's smile light up the whole room. He also reached out and touch the baby's head. "He is so tiny."

I kind of wanted to get a peek at it. But I figured I would just wait my turn. Besides, I wouldn't want to come off as eager about something.

"Lets name him Taro." Julia suggested, "It's only fitting. Seeing that his Great Grandfather passed away the same day he was born."

Lillian start to whimper in the corner, "It's beautiful," she chocked, "I never thought that a day that I dreaded all of my life would also be one of the best days."

"Natalie," Elliot said, "Julia and I have been discussing, and we were hoping that you would agree to be Taro's godmother."

Natalie shrugged, trying to pretend it was no big deal. But really, it was the best thing that seemed like ever happened to her. "Sure, why not?"

Julia looked up at me, "We were thinking about you too, Vaughnie. But you're already a godfather to two children."

I chuckled, "It's okay, I wouldn't want a house full of youngsters anyway."

I looked over at Mirabelle, who had a smile across her face. But, I could tell that all the excitement was making her exhausted.

"Come over, Vaughn." Julia said, "Come and hold him."

I nodded, walking over and sitting next to Julia. She handed me the baby and I naturally and comfortably picked it up into my arms.

"Gee," Natalie was dumb folded, "It's not your first time holding a kid."

I shrugged bluntly, "I did grow up in an orphanage."

She began to turn slightly pink, "Oh. I didn't know that about you."

"I know."

I noticed after that, she kept staring at me. I just tried to ignore it.

I did focus my attention on Mirabelle again, who was staring at me with the child. "Maybe Mirabelle should hold him, before I bring her home. She looks tired."

I brought the baby over to her, and formed her arms as a cradle. I had to keep the baby up though, Mirabelle can't control her muscles, so she might drop it.

"Maybe you can bring Mirabelle to the farm with you for the night. I don't think I'll be able to go home tonight, plus I could really use Lillian's help. I have no idea how to handle a baby." Julia was mumbling on and on.

"Yeah, yeah," I agreed, still focused on Mirabelle and the baby. I feel so protective over Mirabelle, and now I feel like I should protect this child too.

After a few moments, I decided to take the baby from Mirabelles arms and hand him back to Julia.

"See you guys tomorrow." I said, just supposing that I would be welcome here again; Which is very fucking odd on my part. "I'm bringing Mirabelle to the house for her pills and shit, then I'll bring her up with me."

Julia kept her eyes on the baby, and never bothered to look up. "Alright. Call if you need help."

I nodded, "You too."

I rolled Mirabelle out of the room, and Natalie held the doors for me. I felt an awkward presence coming off of her, I wanted to ask what her fucking deal was, but I didn't bother.

We went to Mirabelles first, I gathered her pills and some clean clothes. I guess I'll have to be the one to help her get dressed, it's gross but it's the least I can do for her.

I turned off all the lights, and looked around before locking the house up for the night. I brought Mirabelle home, and tucked her in my bed. She was asleep before I even turned around. All this excitement got the best of her.

I walked over to my kitchen, and poured myself a bowl of granola and milk. It's kind of like oatmeal, which is a lot like porridge, which I really fucking like.

I walked back and sunk into the sofa, looking into the fire that I lit when I walked through the door. I hate sitting here, so close to the fucking Starry Night Festival too, which is tomorrow. It pisses me off, because that's what reminds me of Chelsea the most.

I remembered that I did bring the Christmas ornaments with me. I packed them up when I moved. I got up and walked over towards the closet, and found the box labeled "Christmas shit.". I scrimmaged through them, until I found my favorite bulb- the dark sapphire blue one. That one reminds me of Chelsea's dammed eyes. Those eyes use to turn me into fucking jelly. It's hard to believe that it will be going to 3 years next summer that I haven't seen them. 3 years ago this time, I would have never thought that I would have been able to do it without her.

But I did do it, I did it for her. And I know that she will be back someday.

I hung it over the fireplace, and watched the reflection of the flames dance around on it. I would say certain things remind me of her, but that's a lie. Everything fucking reminds me of her.

*knock knock knock knock*

Knocking at the door frightened me. I jumped up to answer it, wondering who would be here this hour in the damn night.

I pulled the door open, to see Natalie standing there. "Uh, hi." I greeted

She looked confused and a little bit frazzled, "Hey." She stammered.

We stood there awkwardly for a second. Until she grew restless, "Well, are you going to invite me in?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Um, I guess." I mumbled, not exactly 100% sure on what the fuck was happening.

She threw off her boots and took of her jacket, slinging it on the sofa. She then continued to sit down, as if she owned the place.

That irked me. I was never a fan of Natalie because her use of manners are very fucking scarce. I know I'm not exactly the most mannerly person, but I would never just invite myself in.

I kept my distance, sitting on the chair so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with her. "Why are you here?"

She sighed, "I just feel like we should talk."

I raised an eyebrow. "What in the hell do we have to talk about?"

"Exactly. We don't have enough to talk about."

"And I'm fine with that." I stated,

She glared at me, "Well, I'm not."

I wanted to look over at her, but I kept starring at the Christmas bulb. This is all getting very fucking weird.

"I'm not sure if you noticed or not," She announced, "But I was always extremely attracted to you."

My spit stuck in my throat and I stopped breathing. What the fuck? Is she trying to come on to me? I could feel my cheeks flush a pinkish color, and I looked at her quickly. "Fuck, Mirabelle is here, you know." Trying hint to her that this isn't quite the time to discuss such things.

"She's asleep. And I don't care the slightest if she does hear."

I sighed, feeling awfully confused and completely blown away from the fact that this is happening right now.

"Can I speak?" She asked,

I grunted.

"Okay, well first, I guess I always kind of liked you. But I didn't act on it because you weren't exactly popular."

I snickered out loud, Typical.

"Anyway, I hated Chelsea because I could see that you had a thing for her. You two would somehow find each other like magnets. I would never have the opportunity to speak to you," she added in, "which always pissed me off."

"Yeah," I piped up, "I didn't acknowledge you because you're a bitch."

She smirked, "I am a bitch. And you're an asshole."

This caught me off guard. I had nothing to say.

"Of course you and Chelsea never worked out. It's the same reason Pierre and I never either. People like Chelsea and Pierre are disgustingly sweet. Butter would melt in their mouths." She shrugged, "People like us just don't get along with people like them."

I screwed up my face, still looking at the fire. "Well, I'm not an asshole all the time."

"I know. You proved that today with the baby and with Mirabelle. That's why made me even more eager to come and speak to you, before I lose my chance."

I looked over at her skeptically, "I don't want to date anyone."

"Why? Because you still think Chelsea is coming back?" She said with sarcasm, "well, she isn't. If she was going to, it would have been in her first few months when she realized she had nothing wherever the hell she is. Goddess, she could be married now for all you know."

I looked over at her,

"Chelsea left without looking back. She never hesitated; she wanted to get away from this place. She could have ended up anywhere and fell in love. Why should you waste your life waiting for her to come back when it may never happen?"

I sighed,

"I'm just saying right now," she said, "I think you deserve more than that. You're a great guy, Vaughn. And I just really think that together, you and I would be as simple as breathing."

We sat there in silence for a bit, she is letting me think. And honestly, I couldn't fucking think of anything. I didn't say a word or even slightly voice my opinion on the matter.

Because, I'm not going to lie. Natalie and I are very fucking similar. We are both cold and idiotic. Very dense and fucking stubborn.

Natalie stood up, and I looked her up and down for a second. She is a good looking girl, her hair is nice and her face is pretty.

"I should head back." Natalie said, "Think about it. If you decide that you agree and you want to try it out, meet me at the Café tomorrow evening at 6. We can spend that Starry Night festival together."

With that, she walked out the door.

I stayed in the chair- completely blown away with what just happened. Who would have ever thought that Bitchy Natalie would ever have had eyes for me? Chelsea and I worked our way into a relationship. It was expected that we would end up together in the end. It was kind of like something that someone would write a fucking story about. And it was so good that people would actually read it and get enjoyment from it.

But, Natalie just came out of nowhere and laid the facts out in front of me. Isn't that the type of guy I am? They type of guy who would rather be given two decisions and chose, rather than playing mind games for a year until someone made a move?

And what gets me more confused, is the fact that I'm comparing the two girls. And that I'm actually considering it.

"Fuck."

Chelsea

Luxurious- Gwen Stefani

Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury
I only want to fly first-class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm living like a queen

This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton
We're so rich in love, we're rolling in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamonds in the rough, is looking so sparkly

Dan stepped out on the stage. We figured adding in a couple male parts would spice things up.

Sugar, honey, sexy baby
When we touch it turns togold
Sensitive and delicate, kinda like a tuberose
You know you are my treasure chest
It's pure perfection when we kiss and
You're my Mr., I'm your Miss
Gonna be until we're old

I started singing again. This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton

Cha-Ching,Cha-Ching,we're loaded and we're not gonna blow it
Cha-Ching,Cha-Ching,we're hooked up with the love cause we grow it
Cha-Ching,Cha-Ching,we got hydroponic love and we're smokin'
Cha-Ching,Cha-Ching,we burn it, you and I, we are so lit

We're so rich in love, we're rolling in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamonds in the rough, is looking so sparkly

Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard every night and day
And now we get to lay back
Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back,the pay back

I took a deep breath, looking over at Dan. Both of us singing together is like magic, we just both follow each other so well. It's great.

It almost makes me wonder what sex would be like with him. I chuckled, To bad he's gay.

He nodded back at me- cuing me for our next song. I removed the very short sparkly gold dress I was wearing for the first performance to show off my body in the same color gold sparkly bra and panties. After all, That's what everyone in here is paying to see.

The music started, and Dan began with his part.

Wait a Minute – Pussycat Dolls

Dan rapped off the top,Everybody listen all over the world
I got a story 'bout my favorite girl (Wait a minute)

I cut infront of him,Oh, my baby sexy for sure
I had to have him when he walked through the door (Wait a minute)

He grabbed my waist,She was 'bout to drive me insane
She come with drama while I'm giving her chains (Wait a minute)

Then I pushed him off., I'm focused but I'm losing control
He only wants me for my body and soul (Wait a minute)

He sang, Girl, why you do me like that?
You take all my money
Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)
Boy, why you tripping like that?
You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)

My big part came up, I stood in the very center of the stage, paying A LOT of attention to my pole. Minding my business, I was doing my dance
Got my attention, so I gave him a chance (Wait a minute)
Did I mention he was buying a bar?
Gave him my number, he was trying so hard (Wait a minute)
Bought me some things I didn't want, didn't need
Dropped down his jeans like I'm supposed to drop to my knees (Wait a minute)
He been blowing up my phone like he know me
Been leaving messages "You know what you owe me" (Wait a minute)

Dan cut in again with his voice, Girl, why you do me like that?
You take all my money
Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)
Boy, why you tripping like that?
You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)
Girl, why you do me like that?
You take all my money
Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)
Boy, why you tripping like that?
You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)

Then it was my turn to shine again, What is your problem daddy?
Slow your roll
Who you think you jiving?
You're disturbing my flow (Wait a minute)
Why you be bugging?
Like I'm some kind of hoe
Got no more questions now I want you to go
So break (Break)

And he stole the spotlight once again, this time I left the pole and walked towards him. Hey, let me talk to you for a minute
Shut up...shut up

I love the way you strut
Girl, you already know
But, I'm feeling like you don't want me
You just after my dough

I countered to his words, being as posh and independent as possible. Baby, please, I'm fine
I'm not one of these hoes
Chasing dreams not diamond rings
So don't call me no more
(Wait a minute)

He sang again, Girl, why you do me like that?
You take all my money
Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)
Boy, why you tripping like that?
You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)
Girl, why you do me like that?
You take all my money
Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)
Boy, why you tripping like that?
You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)

Then I came on, to set him straight. See, I don't want your money
Yeah, I seen you rolling up here
In your cadillac
But, I don't need all that
It is a nice color though
(Wait a minute)

What they call you, Mr. Tin man or something?
See, I don't want your cars
I don't want your jewelry
You can't buy this

He held out a fake necklace to me, we had to pretend it was real.

So you can keep that I snickered about it. But to add humor, I changed my mind.

Wait a minute...
Uh yeah, you can give me that back.

The lights shut off on the stage, that means we get our break.

"Good job, slut." Dan complemented.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Shut up, I'm not a slut."

He laughed, while I sat in my make up chair to touch up my lipstick. "Yeah?" He said, "How many guys did you kiss last night?"

I looked into my mirror at myself, my hair was as red as ever, still nice and short. Tonight I have it curled a little, I really like it. "Hmmm," I thought, "Well, there was thay guy with the blonde hair."

"1" he joked,

"He wasn't fun," I teased, "But there was another one with really nice arms."

"2"

"And another with a really nice facial hair. It's hard to come across those."

"That's 3"

"I think there was one more." I pondered, trying to remember the final guy, "Um, he had curly brown hair I think."

"So you kissed 4 guys last night." He asked, trying to see if I was finished.

I swirled around in my chair very teasingly, "Yes, Are you jealous?"

He laughed, "Only of the lucky lad that you brought home."

I frowned at this, no longer finding it funny. "Dan, you know me."

"I know, I know." He muttered, pouring himself a glass of water, "No screwing."

"Exactly." I agreed, looking back into the mirror.

I'm not sure why I enjoy meeting guys and making out with them. Vaughn is the reason I do it, I think. The feeling I would get whenever he kissed me was electrifying, it's like my knees would give out and my brain would start floating in my skull.

I'm looking for the feeling again. I need to feel it again, that's why I end up kissing so many guys in one night. I get bored after 2 minutes of kissing, because I debate whether or not that feeling is there.

The feeling never is there.

So I just leave them, without saying anything.

It's not working for me. But I still get an adrenaline rush from it.

"When's the last time you had sex, anyway?" Dan asked, just because he gets a kick out of it.

"2 summers ago," I said, "Unless you count the time I was raped.

He shook his head, "You're sick."

"You're the one that's sick," I pointed out, "You won't even come out of the closet."

"Chelsea!" He exclaimed, looking around frantically, "Shhhhh, you'll ruin my rep."

I rolled my eyes, "Everyone knows. Only a gay man can get on stage with me and not get turned on."

"Give it up."

I laughed, laying off him.

I like Dan, he don't take the things I do seriously. He knows about Vaughn, and he just makes a joke out of it. That's what I really need, you know? Just to laugh about the fact that the idiot ripped my heart out and stomped on it. That way, I can forget how serious it was, and how shitty I felt.

"Here is your Santa Suit, Cherry." The costume girl handed me the outfit. It was the stereotypical Santa girl outfit, with the little see-through dress and the white fluffy cotton boarding it.

"Cute," I mumbled. I hate everything to do with Christmas. Once again, Vaughn is the culprit behind that. The fucker, that's the time of the year that he let out his true feelings to me. That's the first time we kissed, and it's also the first time I felt that electric shock.

It was perfect. It was probably my favorite day in my life, I felt like I was wanted to once in my life- like a gap was being felt. Everything was falling into place for me then- little did I know that it was all fake.

Do I regret kissing him?

No, never. He is something I would never take back. No matter how phony it was, I like to pretend that it was real. To me, it was. He can think whatever he wants of it.

Of course, him and Sabrina are probably living happily ever after.

"What a way to be spending Christmas Eve." Dan muttered, being serious now.

"I don't want to hear any complaints out of you," I threatened him, "Your family wanted you do go with them for the week, and you turned them down." I shook my head, he is so stubborn sometimes. I would kill to spend Christmas with my mother.

"Ugh, not again." He complained, "They don't get it! They just belittle and lecture me whenever I'm around. It's better off that I just say I have to work and to keep my distance."

I shook my head, "I know, but you just have to stand up for yourself and tell them straight up that your gay."

He chuckled sarcastically,

"Just a thought," I added, "They might back off."

"Yeah, or abandon me all together."

I glared at him,

"Just a thought!" He mimicked me in a high pitch annoying voice that really didn't sound like me.

I rolled my eyes, looking back into the mirror. I applied more white eye shadow on my eyes. Something Dan suggested that I do. Seeing my eyes are 'creepily black'- his words, I should use white to brighten them. It looks decent. And it matches my outfit for this evening.

"Seriously though," I began, "I don't want to go home tonight and drown in my sorrowful, romantic past. Can we please do something?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, I just-"

"We can go to a gay bar, if you accompany me to a Sports bar." I suggested, knowing that he wouldn't turn it down.

He looked around again. He is so uncomfortable with his sexuality, he is very masculine, and he has a few gay traits, just enough for me to figure it out. "Chelsea, shhh." He also added, "I don't know if I want to watch you seek out cute guys all night. Besides, they are all starting to look the same anyway."

I exhaled, knowing that he was telling the truth. But I denied it anyway, "They are not."

"Yes." He said, "They are all fairly tall, with very defined jaws. They are usually wearing all black, and although their hair styles are different, they all have very similar facial features."

I frowned,

"You are looking for guys that looks like the scumbag cowboy." He announced.

"Yeah?" I decided to stop lying, because we can read each other like a book anyway, "So what? It gives me ease, I don't really care."

He shrugged, "Why can't we just stay in and watch some corny Christmas movies, and eat some food."

I sighed, knowing that my mind wouldn't be focused on Christmas movies at all. My mind will be going back to and fourth to him, and how big of a jack ass he is. Especially this time of year, everything Christmas reminds me of Vaughn.

"Fine, sounds wonderful." I lied,

xxXXxx

I stepped onto the stage again, and looked out at the audience. Or should I say, looked out at the empt chairs. Everyone has left, due to the raging snow storm outdoors. Why would they stay anyway? Most people have families at home, even the scummiest idiots have enough sense to spend the night with their wives and kids

One guy caught my attention in the back though, he was probably around my age and he was sitting alone. Maybe his Christmas is going to be crap, just like mine.

I was half considering walking off the stage and just going home, but I could at least sing the poor guy a song. Maybe it would cheer up his holiday.

Music started, and I began to sing. I didn't do anything sexy, I just stood there the whole time and sang to him.

December- Nora Jones

December, come to me
I hope I can see
You're not just in dreams

I will let you be
Why can't you believe
How much you really mean?

December, won't you come
Back with snow, even sun?
Don't say that it's done

I will carry you home
Take you from the loneliest place
You have known

I will carry you home
Take me from the loneliest place
I have known

I looked at him for one second, than turned away and walked off the stage.

"Vaughn has never heard me sing before." I said to Dan, as soon as I got off.

"What?"

"That song. It reminded me of Vaughn" I mumbled, taking off my Santa suit and putting on my track pants and a sweater. "I wish I could have sung it to him."

He zipped up his own jacket, and threw on a hat. "Why didn't you sing for him?"

"It's all stupid, really." I answered, not quite in the mood to explain the whole promise to Kai thing.

"Whatever," Dan said, "He don't deserve to hear you sing, anyway." He grabbed my arm, "Let's blow this joint, before the snow gets too hectic."

We went out through the back door. Usually that's what I do, just so I don't have any awkward encounters with men after my shows. Ever since I got raped, I'm a little sketchy about older men. I'm surprised I wasn't traumatized over the experience, I guess I just needed something like that to happen to teach me that I had to get some sort of a grasp on my life.

Then, there was that baby scare; which is very obvious that it was a false alarm. After I heard I wasn't pregnant, I started thinking of myself again. I realized that just because I'm in the clear don't mean I should quit my undesired job. I decided to keep it, and get myself back on my feet. Besides, it isn't so bad this time around. Especially because of Dan; Kai was great, but being obligated to have sex with him was a drag. It's much more natural with Dan, and I can treat him like one of the girls and he loves it.

Plus, the money is as good as ever. I have an apartment rented, and I can afford healthy food. That's always a bonus to stick with it.

We walked into my apartment, and blasted the heat.

"Jesus, it's freezing outside." Dan shivered as he clapped his boots together, letting the snow fall off.

"I know." I agreed, "Go get some blankets. We will make a nest on the sofa to stay for the rest of the night."

We went our separate ways, I got chips and dip from the kitchen. He got blankets and Pillows from my room. We flicked through the TV channels until we found some cheesy ass Christmas movie.

We watched it in and out, but we mostly just talked.

"Do you think you will be at the club forever?" I asked Dan,

He shook his head, "Nah. I want to go back to school for an auto tone technician. Or like; something to do with cars."

I snickered, trying to imagine Dan covered in grease at a dirty garage, "Like, A mechanic?"

"God no," He laughed too, "Someone who does modifications and body kits. Making cars look cooler."

I thought about it for a second. Dan is a pretty flashy guy, he likes doing manly things but with a hint of feminism. Giving cars make overs sounds like the perfect thing for him to do. "I can see you doing that."

"Yeah," he agreed, "Same here, I just need to save up the money."

We absent mindedly watched the movie again, until he asked. "What about you?"

I thought about it for a second, "I'm not sure. I would have to do Upgrading education in order to get my grade 12 diploma. Then I could get a career." I added in, "With your grade 12, you are already further ahead of me, if that makes you feel any better."

"I guess that's a little reassuring." He chuckled, "But I don't want you to be stuck there forever like Ronnie. You would never meet anybody."

"I don't want to meet anyone." I told him, "That's the last thing on my mind, for the rest of my life."

"Don't be ridiculous, Chelsea. Someday you will find someone and fall in love again."

"I'm not even going to bother trying." I snapped back, "Because I don't want to fall dependent on some idiotic man who can have total control over all of my emotions."

"Whatever." He said.

All I could think about then was how Vaughn made me feel when I saw him propose to Sabrina. It was scary on how much his influence over me could make me snap to fast. He made me go insane. Whatever I did after that was not my doing, it was my inner demon coming out. Screaming at Elliot, and pushing poor Julia down to the ground. I shouldn't have done that, they were only trying to help me.

Then I ran off- I never even apologised to her, or even tried to talk to her before I left. She probably thinks I hate her. But I don't hate Juels, It's Vaughn that I have the grudge against..

"Dan, have you ever done something to a friend that you never apologised for?"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't call them my friends now." He replied.

I took a deep breath. "Before I left the island two years ago, I slammed one of my only friends into the ground before I stomped off and left. I never said bye or anything."

"Did she do anything to piss you off?"

"No. she was just being logical and I didn't want to hear it." I mumbled, feeling extremely guilty.

"Well, if you're that sorry about it, call her."

"I never thought of that." I said,

Should I call Julia? What would she say to me after all these years? What would she tell me? If I were to call her, I would tell her not to talk about Vaughn. I would just want to know how she and Mirabelle are doing. I also wouldn't tell her where I am or what I'm doing, mainly because it's degrading on my part.

"I do remember their phone number." I added,

"Well," he encouraged me, "Just call her!"

Vaughn

"Vaughn!" Julia called out, "Can you come and take the baby?"

I sighed, looking in the mirror at myself. I wouldn't call myself excited for this fucking 'date' with Natalie, seeing I'm dressed as shitty as I would any other day.

"Vaughn! Hurry up, I got to help mom to bed!"

I walked down the hall and took Taro from Julia's arms. She looked me up and down and snickered, "Seriously? You're seriously going through with Natalie's crazy idea?"

I shrugged, "I have nothing else interesting going on in my life. Besides, you were theone pushing me to move on."

"Yeah, but not with the biggest bitch around." She rolled her eyes, "Don't date her if you don't love her. That's just being an idiot."

*RING RING RING RING*

The phone started ringing.

"Hey! Someone is calling us." I called out

Julia peeked her head around the wall, "I wonder who that could be?"

I shrugged, whipping the dust off of it before I picked it up. This phone use to be off the hook when the island was booming, now it's just a cheap bill we have to pay.

Taro started freaking out by the loud ringing, while he began snotting and balling on the top of his lungs.

I tried to pick him up closer to me, but I just ended up knocking the phone off the hook and it fell to the floor.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I bent over to pick the phone up. Taro kept going nuts, "How do I shut him the fuck up?"

"I don't know! You figure it out!"

"Fuck, I'm new to this damn baby shit." I yelled back, "Besides, someone is on the phone!

"Well, just tell them to hold on a sec and that you are busy with a baby!"

I put the receiver to my ear, "Uh, one second I havea fucking baby in my arms freaking the hell out."

I brought the baby is laid it in its crib with a bottle. It finally shut up.

"I'm never having kids." I muttered to Julia.

I walked back over to the phone and picked it up from the counter, "Hi, I'm back."

There was just dial tone, whoever called hung up.

"They hung up, Julia." I let her know.

"Oh well, if it was important they'll call back. It might have just been Natalie or something, looking for her hot date."

"Fuck off." I growled, as I walked out the door.

Chelsea

"UGH!" I screamed, throwing the phone on the floor, "That IDIOT!"

"Why?" Dan looked startled, "what happened?"

"I called, and HE picked up the phone with a baby in the back round crying. He was all "One sec, I got a baby in my arms freaking out.""

"Vaughn answered the phone?" Dan asked again

"YES!" I freaked out, "And he has a fucking baby now, apparently."

Dan shrugged, "Maybe it wasn't him who picked up. Maybe it was someone else."

I shook my head, "Only he has that dreamy southern accent, and a mouth as dirty as a sailor." I frowned, realizing how much I missed that voice.

Dan sighed, "Well, he obviously moved on with his life, maybe it's time for you to move on with yours. Don't hold your life up just because of your thoughts on him."

I laughed, knowing that I'll never be able to move on from that asshole. Besides, I'm satisfied with kissing random guys from the rest of my life, that's all I need.

He can have his perfect little farm life, his rich wife, and his no doubly perfect little kids with their flawless silver hair and sparkly purple eyes.

Because I don't want any part of it, anyway.

Which was the biggest lie I ever told myself, and I knew that.

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