December Sorrow

Chapter 2: New Friends

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Over time, I have gotten used to the islanders and even made friends. Denny and Mark to be exact… they may be idiots, but they're my idiots. Today we were over at the Café discussing how creepy Regis was. I was silent for the most part… That girl Chelsea was on my mind.

"Hey, have you guys met that new farmer, Chelsea?" This got my attention immediately… I have no idea why she was burned into my thoughts…

Mark smirked. "Yeah… She's the hot brunette!" Felicia and Mirabelle over heard, "Mark, you better watch your mouth! She's a lady," Mirabelle snapped. I chuckled as Mark tried to apologize, but failed… epically. I looked over at Denny, "So what about Chelsea?"

Denny shrugged. "I don't know… have you seen how frail she looks? She won't last more than a month." I silently agreed… Chelsea can't do this.

I left the Café after our short conversation about Chelsea. As I was walking home; I bumped into a pink haired girl standing next to a boy with glasses, who looked very similar to her. "Ouch! Would ya' watch where you're going big dope!"

"N-Natalie that's not v-very nice."

"I don't care!" The two siblings began to argue, so I just walked slowly away.

"Where do you think you're going grandpa?" …. Did she just call me grandpa? After that I lost my cool…

"Listen here pinky… just let me leave …I just want to go home!" Natalie looked surprised, and then laughed. "Worst. Comeback. Ever. Sorry about that… let's start over shall we? My name is Natalie; this is my brother, Elliot. I would like you to come over for lunch at my place." I then became very confused. First she was calling me a dope and grandpa, now she's asking me over for lunch. I didn't even have a chance to say yes or no as she dragged me to her house. They're mother was Felicia, which surprised me because well.., Natalie is crazy and Felicia isn't. Then I met Taro… which explained a lot.

After a couple sandwiches and funny stories, I decided Natalie and Elliot were alright. I even invited them over to the café next Saturday. I finally was able to go home, but as I was walking back to the animal shop, I saw Chelsea running frantically, picking up grass and shipping weeds. She noticed me and smiled weakly. "Hello Vaughn." I merely grunted a soft hello. She ignored my cold response and began her frantic running again. "Your going to pass out if you keep that up, you know?" Chelsea gave me yet another tired smile. "I know, but I have a lot of work to do." I shrugged and walked away. That girl is so weird… but so are most of the people who inhabit this island. That night, at the animal shop, Chelsea walked in nervously fidgeting with her fingers and looking down at the ground. "Well hello dear. What can I do for you?" Aunt Mirabelle was nice to everyone, including weird girls like Chelsea. So why is she so nervous? "Umm m-may I have some chicken feed and some fodder?"

"Certainly, how much would you like?"

"12 bags of feed and 20 bags of f-fodder p-please..." Mirabelle smiled and went to the backroom to get the food. "You don't have to act so nervous. Mirabelle won't hurt ya'" Chelsea bit her lip and sighed. "I know. I've always been shy. I was even practicing… I guess it's not doing any good, huh?" I simply raised my eyebrow. "You talk to me without stuttering. So I guess your getting somewhere." Chelsea smiled brightly. "You're right! Thanks Vaughn!" Then Mirabelle came out with the food. After Chelsea paid for the food, she left, leaving a gentle silence. Mirabelle sighed. "What a sweet, yet strange girl."

"Yeah," I agreed... what a sweet, yet strange girl…

Weeks went by and Chelsea improved all the roads and everyone's houses. The town was slowly getting better and better with each passing day. But everyone was concerned about Chelsea. She looked so exhausted and sickly. Mirabelle was especially concerned on one rainy, cold day. "That poor girl…. She hasn't had a day off since she got here. Maybe one of you should invite her over or something. Julia! Vaughn! One of you should invite her to meet everyone at the Café!" Julia smiled sweetly, "That's a splendid idea, but I already told Elliot I would go out with him today." Mirabelle rubbed her chin in thought. "Well how about you Vaughn?" I was bored, so I agreed. I walked over to her farm, to find her pulling weeds. She looked so beautiful in the rain… I shook my head in an effort to make myself quit thinking like that. Then her face turned white, while her cheeks slightly pink and she passed out. I ran to her side, worry consuming my thoughts. "Chelsea! Chelsea! Wake up!" I pulled her close to my chest and carried her to her house. I laid her down on the bed and took off her wet clothes and put her pajamas on. I ignored my blushing cheeks and perverted thoughts as I pulled her blanket over her small body. I then felt her forehead… she was burning up. I wet a rag and gently rested it on her feverish head. After that, I walked into the kitchen to make some hot milk and chicken noodle soup. I was about done with the soup, when Chelsea slowly woke up.

"V-Vaughn? Is that you?" I clenched my fists and was consumed by anger. I told her this would happen!

"You idiot! Are you trying to kill yourself?" Chelsea was surprised and her eyes began to fill with tears. "I-I'm so sorry... I was stupid to think I could do this!" The tears were now making their way down her face and she started shaking. I sat down next to her and held her tightly. "Shh... it's alright, Chelsea. I was just worried about you… I thought you were… never mind. But I know you can do this! I know you can handle the farm if you try your hardest! I believe in you… so please keep trying. I don't want you to leave the island… You're my friend Chelsea." Chelsea was shocked by the comforting words. "T-thank you Vaughn. I'll stay and try my best." And we stayed like that for what seemed like forever; us, holding each other tightly, listening to the rain fall gently on the roof.

I hoped you liked chapter 2! I was having a little writer's block… so sorry if this kind of sucks... Please review! –forevergone123