Chapter three of Stuck on Vaughn. Hope you like it! Based on the song "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico.

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"…Vaughn?" Chelsea called for the man next to her, smiling into the name as she brushed a patch of dirt off her cow.

The man glanced up at her. "Yes?" He asked, his violet eyes directing all attention to the brown haired young woman. "…What is it?"

Chelsea refused to shift her eyes away from the cow, trying her hardest to maintain her conversational tone as she spoke. "I love you." A blush crept onto her face as she waited for a response, nervously.

"…Oh." Was all Vaughn said, and Chelsea heard the sound of rustling clothes as Vaughn turned back to his job of shearing his sheep. Chelsea, a bit worried, turned her head.

"Do you love me?" She asked, feeling her face grow scarlet in embarrassment from the question.

Silence filled the room. Then, Vaughn opened his mouth.

"I love–"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Uggh!" Chelsea groaned, rolling over and pressing her pillow against her ears in an attempt to block out the noise. She opened her eyes and brought herself back to reality: The crumpled sheets around her that grew disheveled with her every movement; The thin pillow stretched around her head; Her alarm clock blaring annoying noises in her face. Yes, this most definitely was not her barn. Vaughn was not here, and, most importantly, the two were not in love.

Chelsea sat up, holding her pillows against her ears out of laziness towards turning off the alarm. She glanced at the calendar hanging on her wall. Fall 28th… three days before winter. Chelsea smacked her alarm clock, turning off the alarm, and fell back into bed. She covered her face with her hands and groaned.

'Get up!' Chelsea thought to herself, trying to wake herself up. 'You've got work to do.'

Sluggishly, she sat up again and plodded over to her dresser. She stretched her arm out towards the knob and, after missing the first time, eventually opened her dresser drawer, pulling out an old, faded pair of jeans and a nice yellow T-shirt. After stripping herself of her pajamas, she pulled on these work clothes.

Chelsea grabbed a hairbrush from her nightstand and walked over to her wall mirror, starring at her own reflection. 'Just great.' She thought, bringing a hand up to her eyes. They were red and puffy-looking. 'Probably from crying' she thought, sighing dejectedly. This was not a look she wanted to boast at tonight's party.

Chelsea pursed her lips together, thoughtfully. 'Maybe I'll put makeup over it for the party or something.' Checking the clock, she shook her head. 'I'll worry about it later. I've got worked to do.'

Turning to face the door, she grabbed the knob and—

…Wait.

Chelsea attempted to open the door. It wouldn't budge. Taking a hold of the doorknob more firmly, she tried again. And again. The door refused to open.

She glanced out her window for a moment, wondering what was going on, but could see nothing but rain. Urgently, she ran to the center of the room and snatched the remote off the table. She switched her television station to the weather channel, and the weatherman's voice filled the room.

"—Due to the massive hurricane that has struck Waffle Island, Islanders are advised to stay inside today. The rain is supposed to continue until the first of Winter, and—" Chelsea tuned the voice out. She had heard all she needed to know. Sitting down on a chair, she leaned back, covering her eyes with her arm. What an awful week….

After a moment of thinking, Chelsea sighed, removing her arm from her face. Well, at least she didn't have to work today.

She starred up at her ceiling. Like her walls, it was beige in color. So boring. Chelsea sat up. How was she supposed to spend today? Due to the storm, she couldn't leave the house….

Almost automatically, Chelsea visualized herself and Vaughn, snuggling together by the television. Her heart felt tight, and she quickly brushed this idea out of her mind. Yes, yes, if she was still with Vaughn, she would have something to do, but….

Chelsea sighed. This was getting pathetic. She had to think of something other than Vaughn. She had to think of something….

She glanced at her calendar again. The words 'Karaoke Party' were circled in red on top of today's date. She froze.

…That's right, karaoke! The karaoke party! Chelsea flashbacked to her conversation with Lanna last night. Due to the storm, was the party canceled?

Hurriedly, Chelsea ran over to her telephone, excited to have something to think about other than Vaughn. She dialed Lanna's number. Soon enough, she was speaking to Lanna herself.

"Hey!" Lanna chimed from the other end of the telephone. "Lanna speaking! Who is this?"

"Lanna! Guess what? It's raining!" Chelsea squealed to her friend, thrilled to have a new distraction from her ever-constant thoughts of love.

"…Yes, I can see that." Lanna replied, her confusion apparent in her voice. "…Who is this again?"

Chelsea giggled. "Who do you think?"

"Chelsea…?" Chelsea heard Lanna laugh through the speaker. "Wow, sounds like you woke up on the right side of the bed today."

Ignoring Lanna's comment, Chelsea brought up the reason behind her call. "Are you still holding the karaoke party tonight?"

Lanna coughed. "…Actually, I was about to call you about that. It's been postponed until tomorrow."

"Okay, that's fine. Just wanted to make sure."

An awkward silence filled the conversation. Chelsea couldn't hold back any longer.

"…Hey, Lanna…." She asked her friend, a hint of hope in her voice. "…Did you invite Vaughn to your party?"

"Yeah, I did, but why…." Lanna began, before stopping herself. "…Wait, are you… don't tell me… you're still interested in him?" Chelsea heard something on Lanna's end get smacked. Knowing Lanna, it was most likely her forehead. She heard her friend sigh.

"Chelsea, after all this time—"

"I know, I know." Chelsea began, cutting her friend off. "It's bad. But… yeah."

Another silence.

"…You have to tell him."

Chelsea walked back to a chair, bringing her phone with her. She leaned on the back two legs of the chair, throwing her head back. "Whyyyy?" She whined, grabbing her hair with her hand. "Why do I have to tell him? Can't he remain ignorant?"

"You know why. He deserves to know."

Chelsea moved her hand so it covered her face. "…But what if he hates me for it?"

"He won't." Lanna assured her. "Denny's told me about him. He's not that kind of guy."

Chelsea remained silent, musing over the thought.

"…But how?"

Lanna smiled on the other end of the line. "Don't worry." Lanna reassured Chelsea, again. "I have an idea."

After spending hours singing to Lanna over the phone, practicing for tomorrow's karaoke party, Chelsea hung up, smiling. She skipped over to her bedside, turned around, and landed on the mattress, staying in tune to her song. Yet again, she starred up at the ceiling, in a better mood than before. Lanna tended to have that effect on Chelsea: the effect to put her in a good mood.

After a little while, Chelsea noticed her throat growing tired, so she resorted to humming. Eventually, she stopped singing all together. She merely starred at the ceiling, all thoughts slowly leaving her mind.

Last night's dream suddenly appeared in her head, and she closed her eyes, feeling the corners of her eyes grow watery as her heart began to ache. A line in her song came to mind, and she sung it out loud, despite there being no one around to hear it.

"...Why do we have to play these games we play?"

A single tear drop fell down Chelsea's cheek as she drifted off to sleep...

Y'hear that? A single teardrop. I'm so deep. ;)

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