AN: So I just remembered that Vaughn and Denny were pretty friendly in the games (Denny was in, like, four of Vaughn's heart events between the two games.) so I decided to add that dimension in. I'm so glad you guys like the way I write Sabrina. She's such a cute and kind character. I can't imagine Chelsea not being her friend.

Thank you again for all your reviews. Each one really brightens my day.

Vaughn lugged a crate of fireworks into the center of the meadow. He set it down with a sigh and went back for more. Gannon was making rounds as well and Denny was grilling fish for the festival. Somewhere on the main island Felicia and Mirabelle were gathering blankets for the villagers to sit on and Will was moving his yacht in preparation for a mass transit.

Denny flipped a fish over on the grill. "Is Sabrina bringing anything tonight?" "Chelsea dragged her to the valley on some hair brained scheme to collect some oddly specific beer she wants to share with everyone." "Chelsea. What a girl." Denny chuckled. "Doesn't it ever get weird? The two of them hanging out?"

Vaughn dropped the box he was carrying and sat on it to catch his breath. "Nah. Why would it?"

Denny and Gannon shared a side eye before Gannon went back for another box. Eventually Denny just shrugged.

"So are you with Lanna tonight?" Vaughn said.

"Oh you know those diva types. She's says it'll be a surprise. But let's be real. Who else is she gonna ask? I'm the top of the line!"

"She called me dreamy once. And you know Will has a way with the ladies. Heck I even saw her flirting with Elliot once. I wouldn't be so cocky."

"And who says I'm not taking her!" Gannon called from the boat. All three men cracked up.

"Whatever. So who's Chelsea going to watch the fireworks with?" Denny closed the grill to let the meat simmer.

"Oh." Vaughn scratched his recently scruffy chin. "Mark."

"Jealous?"

"Not in hell!" Vaughn didn't quite meet Denny's eyes.

"Well I am." Denny sat down next to Vaughn. He punched him playfully. "She is damn fine. Farming does all sorts of good things to that girl's body."

Gannon set down the last box and smacked Denny on the head. "Hey! That's a person you're talking about." He grumbled. "Kids these days. She's no object. Now let's get to setting up lazybones."

A few hours later Will's boat docked up and the villagers poured into the meadow.

Chelsea trotted over to Vaughn, a crate of beer in her arms and a mile long grin on her face. Sabrina stumbled along behind her carrying another crate, with a much smaller but just as genuine smile.

It was clear from the look in Chelsea's eyes that she had already had a bit to drink. "Alrighty where do you want'em!"

Vaughn led the girls to the refreshment table, Chelsea attempted to give him a drunken high five, and then scampered off to meet Mark. Sabrina and Vaughn were left alone.

Sabrina shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously; her hands were clasped in front of her. Vaughn blushed and tried to hide his eyes under the brim of his hat. It was a happy kind of nervousness that flowed between them. They hadn't had a chance to see each other since the kiss.

Sabrina spoke first. "H-how was the city?"

"Same as usual. A little lonely. The letters you wrote helped out this week." He seemed to be fishing for what to say. Suddenly he reached into his vest pocket. "Oh. I almost forgot. I got you this. It was nothing, you probably won't-"

"Vaughn!" Sabrina gasped at the necklace in the palm of his hand. "Amethyst! My favorite…It's-it's so beautiful."

"I saw it and, well, it reminded-it's nothing. I barely remembered to bring it."

Sabrina tuned out his protests. She was lost in a world of blushing and magic. It was absolutely unfathomable. She racked her mind for something she could do that would be as wonderful as everything Vaughn had done for her. Tears weld up in her eyes.

"Listen don't-" Vaughn looked around awkwardly. "Let me just put it on you." And he did.

Meanwhile Chelsea did everything in her power to not look in that direction. She was in the middle of a spirited debate about how to properly milk a cat with Mark and Mirabelle and she didn't want to ruin it.

"Yeah, but a cat can't take a milker. It's too rough for its little body." Mark chimed in. "You have to do it by hand."

"My milkers aren't too rough for anything. Those are top of the line products!"

"Yeah, yeah but is the milk really any good anyway?" Chelsea tried to sound enthusiastic. Thankfully Julia swung in to save her.

"Hey, mom. Chen's saying his shop is the best in town."

"Oh no it isn't, uhuh." Mirabelle marched off leaving the three young folk giggling.

"Alright, I'll leave you love birds to get ready. Gannon said the fireworks are starting in five!" Julia galloped off in the direction of her mother and Chen, ready to break up a brawl.

"Have fun will Elllioottt later!" Chelsea called back. She turned again to Mark and held up her bottle. "Want a sip?"

"Yeah, why not?" Mark took a swig before rolling a blanket out of his bag. He stretched out and beckoned for Chelsea to follow. "Thanks for inviting me Chels."

"Hey no problem." The farmer drawled. She cradled herself into the bend of Mark's arm. They laid up facing the sky.

"This is such a great village, I'm so glad I stopped in."

"I know…me too."

"There are so many people I wouldn't have met.

"Yeah." Chelsea tried not to let her drunken mind wander to a certain traveling cowboy. "That would suck."

"I'm so glad I-Oh! Check out that one!" Mark pointed at the sky. "No, that one! Wow!"

Chelsea glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He was like a child. But in a good way. It came from a certain thirst for life. He wasn't brooding or moody. He was a farmer like her, an optimist like her, he was talkative like her. He would be so good for her. He was her perfect match. He should be her perfect match. Chelsea put on a smile and gasped along with him.

"Look there!"

"There!"

"Look at the colors!"

"They're beautiful!"

"Like you."

"I-I…" All Chelsea could think of as a response was to kiss the happy blond boy.

Maybe if she kept this up one day she would really believe it. It would be better for everyone. It would be better for her. But goddamn, it was so hard when she could hear Sabrina giggling just a few blankets away.

Dun-dun-duuuunnn. So I'm thinking four more chapters at the most. Sidenote to Jesus, I listen to the song Skinny Love like every time I write this, however you'll have to wait and see if it stays a skinny love between Chelsea and Vaughn.