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Chelsea swung her hoe over her shoulder and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She could feel the Firework Festival looming over her like a storm cloud. She was a season behind schedule, a quarter of her crops were dying before her eyes, and all she could think about was spending another year watching Vaughn watch Sabrina watch the sky. Sabrina could light up Vaughn's eyes in a way even Chelsea couldn't. And Chelsea could make Vaughn do a hell of a lot.

The farmer thought of the nights in the meadow. She would go on and on about Denny, or Will, or Mark in the hope that she could catch one spark of jealousy from Vaughn. Maybe that had been her mistake.

Maybe she'd just skip the festival, and the next one, and the next one. Oh god they were going to be together for all of them. And that was before a wedding!

"Chels."

"Son of a bitch." Chelsea spun around to face her visitor. "Vaughn, it's like eleven."

"Sorry is this a bad time?"

He was obviously distraught. His hat was pulled down and he was fiddling with his gloves. Chelsea inhaled deeply, pushing back all her feelings from before. "No, no, I just need to plant a few more seeds, and then I'll warm up some milk or something."

Vaughn grabbed a pouch of seeds from Chelsea's belt and started helping. Chelsea chuckled. He wasn't smiling but he was clearly happy with Chelsea's response. They worked in their usual comfortable silence.

Fifteen minutes later Vaughn was propped up on her kitchen counter and Chelsea was pouring steaming milk into two little cups.

"Why do you work so late?"

"You kidding? This is the best time to work. There's no one around to bother me." She handed him the mug with dancing cows. "Usually."

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Thanks."

"So what's up?" Chelsea hopped up next to the cowboy.

"I don't know." Vaughn swooshed the mug and watched the ripples. "I just don't want to screw things up with Sabrina."

"How could you? She adores you."

"Yeah but…I...I just…this is stupid. Sorry."

"Hey wait." Chelsea grabbed Vaughn's arm as he slid off the counter.

"I shouldn't have come here."

"Oh come on."

"I'm just…she's so great…but…What if my hearts not in it?"

Chelsea jumped down and blocked his path. She locked eyes with Vaughn. They both seemed to be searching for something in between each other's pupils and irises.

"You love her."

He glanced down at his boots. It was unusual for him to be the first to break eye contact.

"Vaughn, you love her." Somewhere deep in her gut it hurt to say, but Chelsea wasn't about let her best friend ruin the best thing he had going for him.

"You love her." She lifted his chin up. "And she loves you. Don't fuck that up."

"But I…you…" Finally Vaughn nodded. "You're right. Thank you." He removed Chelsea's hand. He squeezed it warmly before letting it drop to her side. "I'm just being stupid. I'm letting her dad get to me."

Chelsea moved back to her cup and took a swig. She was going to need a swig of something much more alcoholic after Vaughn left.

"No problem buddy."

"So." Vaughn relaxed and took a seat with his cup on the kitchen floor. "Any offers for the fireworks festival?"

"You know me, someone will turn up." Chelsea looked down at him from where she stood.

"You could come with 'brina and me. I haven't spent a Firework Festival with you in two years. It'd be like old times."

"I hope you'll be on better manners than old times. You used to get stone cold drunk and laugh at all the people that wouldn't give you the time of day."

"Hey, don't pretend you were an angel." Vaughn elbowed her leg. "I remember you out drank Gannon and insisted the fireworks were mineral town villagers attacking."

Chelsea sat down on the marble, folding over in laughter. They clinked cups and cracked up.

Millions of stories and three bottles of wine later Chelsea and Vaughn decided setting up beds in the orchard would be the most adult decision. Walking Vaughn back to the shop seemed impossible and Chelsea's bed was much too small for the two humans and her dog. In her tipsy state she refused to sleep anywhere without Spot.

They pointed at stars and laughed at all the happy couples in town. Chelsea stole his hat and Vaughn stole her heart. And then they fell asleep in the moonlight.

AN: If Vaughn ever feels out of character it's because I'm trying to highlight how long Chelsea has been his friend. I'm thinking five years, so she broke down his walls ages ago. Sabrina has been courting him for two years so they're relatively comfortable, but both aren't overly talkative.