AN: Almost done! Thank you so much to everyone who has read this fic. I never expected to take it this far. Your reviews really inspire me. Thank you to Jesus and Umbreonix especially. I find your reviews very helpful.

This chapter takes place between the fireworks festival and snowman building festival. It's made up of several short glimpses into Vaughn's spiraling relationship with Sabrina.

Vaughn folded up their blanket and absent mindedly listened to Sabrina rattle on about how beautiful the fireworks had been. He had his back to Chelsea; she stood a few feet away in a conversation with Mark, Julia, and Eliot. Even among the bustle of all the villagers he could pick out every high-pitched, giddy word she spoke. In his mind she had her arms wrapped around Mark's waist and he had his arm across her shoulders. They probably exchanged flirty smiles between sentences.

He tried not to feel disgusted. But I mean, where did this flirtationship come from? Chelsea never talked about Mark any more than the other village boys. Vaughn had assumed Mark was just the date of the night. That she could have brought anyone. But he had seen them kissing earlier. It looked so passionate. Chelsea didn't just kiss anyone.

But he didn't have a right to complain. He kicked himself for ignoring the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Hey Sabrina…" Vaughn popped the blanket into the bag around her arm as he spoke.

"Y-yeah?"

"Thanks for coming with me." He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Can I walk you home?"

"So I'm thinking about taking this thing with Mark to the next level." Chelsea stretched her legs over Vaughn's lap. She flipped through channels as she spoke. "I don't know, what do you think of him?"

Vaughn shrugged. He had his arms crossed behind his head and his feet up on her coffee table. "He's a good guy."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah."

"I guess I always regretted not giving him a chance a few years ago."

Vaughn plucked the remote out of Chelsea's hand and put it down. "I like this show."

"You could have just said that."

"Why didn't you give him a chance anyway?"

You were single then crossed Chelsea's mind. But she couldn't say that.

"I don't know, but it was a mistake."

Sabrina pulled two plastic wrap covered bowls of stew out of her picnic basket. She placed them gently on the blanket. She watched Vaughn from her seat in the sand. He was standing at the shore's edge, hands in his pockets, searching the horizon. Sabrina loved that about him. He could get all quite and contemplative. His mind raced a mile a minute. It excited her to think that she might pass through every once in a while.

"Vaughn! The food is out!" Sabrina called to him.

At first the cowboy looked back startled, like he had woken up from a dream. But a smile slowly spread across his face. He treaded over to the picnic and surprised Sabrina by stooping down and taking her face in his big, gloved hands. He plucked her glasses off her face and leaned into her with a kiss.

By the time her back hit the sand Sabrina was giggling and rolling out of his way. "Vaughn not here."

"Whatever you say." Vaughn tipped his hat to her and handed back her glasses.

Vaughn flipped through cattle catalogs on the floor of Sabrina's room. She sat with her back to her bed, polishing her glasses.

"W-why do you like me?" Sabrina popped on her glasses. They made her eyes two times bigger.

Vaughn grunted and looked up from the catalog. "Huh?"

Sabrina took a deep breath. "I was just wondering why you like me. There are so many pretty girls on the island. It just seems silly-"

Vaughn went back to flipping pages. "You're beautiful Sabrina. Don't worry about it."

"But…"

"You're beautiful."

"I-"

"And smart."

"Yeah, but…"

"And kind. And caring. So don't worry about it." Vaughn smiled. "But I really got to get to work, okay."

"Okay."

Mark and Chelsea walked arm and arm towards the beach.

Hey, maybe Sabrina and Vaughn are free?" Chelsea chirped. They couple u-turned and rang Sabrina's doorbell. Lucky enough it was Sabrina and Vaughn who opened the door.

"Hey guys!" Mark waved.

"Want to come to the dinner with us?" Chelsea added.

"Sur-"

"Sabrina was going to show me here paintings, maybe next time." Vaughn cut his girlfriend off.

Chelsea leaned on Vaughn's dresser with one hand propping up her chin. "And then Mark was like 'Are you sure you want another night of Indian food?' as if you could ever have too many nights of Indian food!"

"Chels, not to be rude, but I don't care." Vaughn said while packing his suitcase.

"Like I don't listen to you bitch about Sabrina."

"I do not bitch about Sabrina."

"Yeah. I know…She is so nice. You're pretty lucky."

"That's why I'm dating her."

Chelsea sighed. "So when you get back do you two want to go boating with Mark and I?"

"Yeah, maybe." Vaughn shifted uncomfortably. He closed his suitcase and straightened up. "I don't know. I'll let you know."

Sabrina's feet swung inches away from the water. She ran her hand across a plank of the pine dock. She hummed a soft little tune her mother had taught her years ago.

Chelsea stood above her casting her fishing line out into the ocean. Every once in a while Sabrina would look up and watch the farmer. She seemed almost magical with her long limbs toned from labor and her elegant frame despite her simple clothes and the farm girl manner that came with them. Flecks of red laced through her brunette hair as the sun hit it.

Sabrina sighed. She'd give anything to be Chelsea, so carefree and wonderful.

"Chelsea! Oh, Sabrina!" Vaughn bent over and kissed Sabrina before turning his attention back to Chelsea. "I was looking for you."

"Mark invited us over for dinner tonight." Sabrina said, spinning on the stool in Mirabelle's shop.

Vaughn grunted and crossed his arms. "I'm not in the mood."

Normally Sabrina would comply without question. But he had been using this excuse for the last four weeks. "Why?"

"I'm just not."

"Are you having trouble with Chelsea?"

"No."

"Mark?"

Vaughn sighed. "I just don't like him."

"Why?"

"How many stupid questions are you going to ask me today?"

Sabrina was taken aback by the harshness of Vaughn's words. She couldn't help but think he was being defensive for a reason. The idea that maybe Vaughn was jealous of Mark crept into her head. She beat it back, that was crazy.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you."

Vaughn's glare softened. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just tired; I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"It's been awhile since Chelsea hung out with us." Sabrina said without looking up from the checkbook she was balancing.

"Yeah. She's usually with Mark." Vaughn was sitting across from her at her kitchen table. He took a sip of milk and rolled his eyes.

"He is her boyfriend."

"But does she have to spend every waking moment with him?"

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "And who do you spend all of your time with?"

Vaughn smiled. "Yeah, I guess you have a point."

"If you want to see her you could just follow through with one of our double date plans."

"And spend an extended amount of time with Mark?" Vaughn grunted.

That poisonous idea crossed Sabrina's mind again. It had been bouncing around in her head for weeks.

"D-Do you…are you…" Sabrina looked up and locked eyes with Vaughn. She lost her train of thought.

"What?"

"N-Nothing."

"What?" Vaughn asked more forcefully.

"Are you jealous of Mark?"

Vaughn took a deep breath and another sip of milk. "I just miss her."

Sabrina reached out and took Vaughn's hand. "I know. You have to tell her."

"Tell her what? I don't like her boyfriend? I haven't even seen her in the last seven weeks. Plus I told her he was a good guy. He is a good guy."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know."

That wasn't exactly a comforting answer for Sabrina.

Sabrina and Vaughn sat across from each other in the diner. They had reached a lull in their conversation. A table away Denny was howling about something Lanna said. She was giggling, proud to have made him laugh.

"W-what makes you laugh?" Sabrina grasped for a topic.

"I don't know."

"I can't remember either." Silence. "Have gotten to talk to Chelsea lately?"

"No." He hated that subject. Sabrina mentally scolded herself for bringing it up.

"How's your porridge?"

"Too warm."

"Oh. I could ask them to put it in the refrigerator for a bit?"

"Thanks, but it's fine."

"Lanna and Denny are p-pretty cute."

"Yeah." Vaughn craned his head around to look.

"Remember when we just started dating?" Sabrina forced a laugh. "You were so shy."

"So were you."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"How are things with 'brina?" Denny chuckled from his "chair". It was really just a pillow on the ground. Vaughn refused to sit on such silly things so he just stood, leaning on the wall.

"Fine."

"Oh, fine. That sounds fun."

"I don't know. Everything feels stale. I can never think of anything to talk about."

"Well that's the five month mark for you." Denny poked at the fish in his stew pot.

"It's not just that. She keeps bringing up Mark. Like I'm jealous of him or something."

"Are you?"

Vaughn crossed his arms. "No."

Denny shrugged. "Why'd you start dating Sabrina anyway?"

"Because she's nice."

"And?"

"She gets me."

"She's the only one that gets you?"

"Shut up."

"With that attitude I wouldn't be surprised if she was."

"I can't believe I loved you or whatever!"

That was the last thing Vaughn registered. He didn't notice Mark being covered with throw up. He didn't notice Sabrina walking away. He didn't notice when the snow started falling again or when all the villagers went back to their cozy homes. He didn't notice because Chelsea had said something that he had given up on hearing years ago.

"Last ride of the night!"Kirk shouted from his little boat. Vaughn was shocked out of his daze. "You can't stay here all night Vaughn. You'll catch your death."

Vaughn shuffled over to the dock. He brushed off his snow covered clothes. Now he was finally shivering from the cold. "Thanks."

It had been two weeks since the snowman building festival. Vaughn stood outside the looming door to Sabrina's mansion. He knew what he had to do. He gathered all of his courage and rang the doorbell. He took a deep breath. The door opened.

"Hey Sabrina, can we talk?"

AN: One more chapter! I'm publishing it on Saturday so be on the lookout. I hope this chapter was okay. I wasn't totally happy with how it turned out, but everything I wanted in the chapter is there so I was like, fine.