This is a CLARIFICATION CHAPTER. I've gotten some messages saying that people have been confused by how this is a songfic. To help people understand, I've decided that, for each chapter, I'll post a second clarification chapter that includes the song lyrics that apply to each segment of the story. This way, you readers can read the story with or without the lyrics. Readers who are familiar with the song can read the chapters normally, and readers who aren't can read it with lyrics. Please note that this is a loose song fic, so the story drifts away from the lyrics at times.

I hope you like it! ^^-

DISCLAIMER: The song "Stuck" and its lyrics belong to Stacie Orrico. I own none of it!

Lyrics:

You've kept me hanging from a string

While you make me cry

I've tried to give you everything

But you just give me lies

A week later, Chelsea sat at her table, starring at the phone across the room. She was thinking about what had happened between her and Vaughn, how he had lost her trust that day.

Drifting off into a flashback, Chelsea leaned into her chair as the memories flashed across in her mind.

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Chelsea had put a lot of effort into earning Vaughn's trust. Every time Vaughn was on the island, she would meet with him, whether he wanted her to or not. Chelsea gave Vaughn everything she had. Eventually, this earned her his trust, and, he told her, his love. She foolishly believed him.

One day, Vaughn asked Chelsea out on a date. They had planned to meet at the meadow for a picnic. Chelsea arrived at the meadow, excited for her date, only to find Vaughn facedown on a blanket on the side of the field. Assuming he had fallen asleep, Chelsea walked over to him, in hopes of surprising him. However, she was the one who ended up surprised. Upon approaching him, she found that something was underneath him. She identified the situation further, and realized that the thing that was under him was actually a person. And that person was Sabrina.

They were kissing.

Chelsea ran away from the two, and when she called Vaughn about it later in the day, he told her he didn't know anything about it. He told her nothing had been happening between Sabrina and him.

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Vaughn refused to tell Chelsea why he and Sabrina had kissed that day, so Chelsea had to break it off with him. He must've been having an affair with her. Even if he hadn't been, he had refused to tell her why they had even met that day, telling her instead that he missed her and still loved her. But this wasn't what she'd wanted to hear. She wanted him to say there was nothing between him and Sabrina.

What she wanted to hear, she never heard. Though, frankly, even if he'd said it, she probably couldn't take him back.

He had lost too much of her trust.

Lyrics:

Every now and then when I'm all alone

I'd be wishing that you would call me on the telephone

Say you want me back but you never do

I feel like such a fool

Chelsea moved her head to face her television. The weather channel was on, reporting how the rainstorms that had started last week were supposed to continue until the end of fall. How perfect—a continuous rainstorm, to match her continuously depressed mood.

Chelsea glanced at the phone again. Secretly, she hoped Vaughn would call her up and apologize about the whole thing, that he would tell her it was all a big misunderstanding and move on. But it would never happen. She knew that. She'd seen Vaughn and Sabrina only the other day, after all, smiling and laughing like a couple. It killed her inside, but she had to accept it. She had to move on.

Still, she starred at the phone, secretly wishing….

BRRRRING RING RING!

Chelsea jumped out of her chair, shocked. She starred at the phone as it began to ring, no signs showing that it'd stop any time soon. After a moment of her recomposing herself, Chelsea reached for the phone. She picked it off its ringer and brought it to her ear. Could this be true? Was Vaughn really calling her…?

"…Hello?" A young woman's voice asked from the other end of the phone. Chelsea dropped her shoulders and sighed. How could she have really expected it to be Vaughn? How foolish of her….

"Hey, Lanna." She told her best friend, trying not to let her disappointment show in her voice. "What's up?"

"Do you want to go singing tomorrow?"

"…What?" Chelsea asked back, shocked by Lanna's proposal. "Wait, why?"

"I'm planning on having a karaoke party tomorrow at my place, and so I was wondering if you'd like to come." Lanna told her friend. She sounded excited, or so Chelsea thought. "So? Do you want to…?"

Chelsea readied herself to refuse, but stopped herself. Singing, huh… that might be what she really needed: A little pick-me-up.

"…Sure, Lanna!" Chelsea replied, "I'd love to go."

A noise was heard from the other end of the receiver. It sounded like a mixture of a handclap and a… squeal? Chelsea tried to identify it further, but soon stopped when she heard Lanna's voice again.

"Well then, it's tomorrow at six… in the afternoon, of course."

Chelsea chuckled. "Of course… see you then!"

"See you!"

With that, Chelsea hung up the phone, before falling to her knees. That… was disappointing. Not that Chelsea didn't love to hear from her friend, but….

Lyrics:

I can't take it

What am I waiting for?

My heart's still breaking

I miss you even more

And I can't fake it

The way I could before

I hate you but I love you

I can't stop thinking of you

It's true, I'm stuck on you

'It wasn't Vaughn.' A small voice spoke at the back of her mind. Something in her chest clenched up, and Chelsea looked down. Little dark spots were forming on her jeans. She brought a hand up to her face. Tears. Suddenly, her face scrunched up, so she hid it with her knees, bringing them close with her arms. Why was she crying over such a small thing as Vaughn not calling her? Even if he did call her, it would've made no difference. Vaughn had betrayed her. She hated him. Hated him.

'…But you love him.' The voice spoke again. Chelsea tensed up. This voice in her mind… it was right. She loved him. She drew her legs even closer to herself in an attempt to gather comfort. The voice spoke again.

'…But he's over you.' A sharp pain pierced at Chelsea's heart.

"It's true." Chelsea muttered to herself as she buried her face in her legs. "And yet… I can't get over him."