Yay for more chapters! A message from lollipopdiego got me writing! YAY! *claps!* I couldn't really think of a good title, so I came up with this one :P. This chapter gets kind of crazy at the end. I've been eating sugar! (again)

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Burns, Pop Stars, and Lots of Screaming

"Damn it!" I screamed as I removed yet another failed cooking attempt from my stove. "Why won't you cook anything!" I banged my fist against the hot stove. "Owwwww!" I yanked it away, tears in my eyes.

Turning on the tap, I stuck my hand under the cold water. When I took it out, I carefully wrapped it in cloth.

"Stupid stove..." I muttered, sitting down to eat my pickled turnip. It was the only thing I managed to make without a stove!

"What happened to your hand, Chelsea?" Julia gasped when she saw me the next day.

"Uh..." Quick! Think of a lie...

Lying isn't the right thing to do, The little voice screeched in the back of my head.

Well, I don't want to tell her I hit my hot stove! I screamed back.

...

That's what I thought!

"So, what happened?" Julia's voice snapped me back into reality.

"Um..." Think, Chelsea, think! "I was cooking... and... I accidently burned my hand on the stove."

"Are you ok?" Julia asked me nervously.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told her.

"Are you sure?" Julia asked. "We could go see Dr. Trent in Mineral Town."

"Julia," I sighed. "It's not that bad. Just a little burn."

"Ok," Julia said, still sounding nervous. "Whatever you say..."

"Hello!" I opened my door the next morning and was greeted by a girl about my age with long, straight blonde hair and deep brown eyes. There was a turquoise headband in her hair, and she was wearing a matching dress. "I'm Lanna!"

"Hi," I smiled. "I'm Chelsea."

"I was at the market the other day, and bought a fish that was shipped from here," Lanna said. "I LOVE to fish! I thought I could come live here."

"Cool," I said, not being able to think of anything else to say. For some reason I recognized her from somewhere...

"I used to be a pop star..." she said sadly.

That's it! She's that pop star my little sister Jill is obsessed about!

"But I decided to take an early retirement," she continued. Poor Jill will be crushed. Her hero's retiring!

"Really?" I asked. "Why?"

"Well," Lanna sighed. "I'm just not making any more hits. My record company called me a 'one-hit wonder'."

"My sister's a huge fan of your's," I said. Lanna's face lit up.

"Really?" She asked happily. "Maybe I could give her my autograph!"

"I'm sure she'd love that," I said. Now I have a birthday present for her. Yessssssss! Jill was always hard to shop for...

Lanna pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and signed it. "Here you go!" she handed me the paper, smiling widely. "I better go. Bye, Chelsea!" she skipped away happily, humming.

A few minutes later, Julia came screaming up the path towards my farm. "Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!"

"What is it, Julia?" I asked her.

"You know that pop star, Lanna?" Julia asked. I nodded. "She's living on the island!" she started screaming and jumping up and down.

"I didn't think you'd like her music," I said.

"I don't," Julia stopped jumping. "But she's FAMOUS and living on THIS island!"

"She's not that famous," I said. "She told me her record company called her a 'one-hit wonder'."

"Oh, whatever." Julia scoffed. "She's still SOMEWHAT famous. Do you think we'll be friends?"

"She likes fish," I said. "She actually came here because of the fish."

Julia face drooped. "Screw her!" she then walked away without another word.

The week quickly came and went, and Vaughn was back. I wanted to go talk to him immediately, but then Julia would get ideas. So, I waited until Wednesday night.

"Hey Vaughn," I said to him. He was walking around in West Town.

He looked at me, grunted something, and looked away.

"Uh..." I didn't exactly know how to respond to a grunt. "I, uh, just wanted to, um, thank you for saving me last week."

He looked at me. His cold purple eyes stared at me. I felt like I had just shrunk to the size of a mouse, and Vaughn was a huge giant. That's what his eyes did to me.

"Yeah, whatever," he said, and looked away again.

I just stood there, staring at him for a while.

Suddenly, this huge anger ran through my body, and I just started screaming at him. "Why the hell do have to be so mean? I thanked you for SAVING me, and all you say is 'yeah whatever'?"

He stared at me with his emotionless eyes.

"You COULD show some emotion, too!" I continued yelling at him. "Would it kill you to smile? One bitchy girl broke your heart; get over it! Life is full of heartbreak, and you're just going to have to live with it!"

A look of hurt and sadness swept across his face.

"NOW you show SOME feelings!" I screamed. "You know what? You're just a big baby! Yeah! You are! People are going to hurt you! GET! OVER! IT!"

People were crowding around staring at us now.

"Uh, Chelsea?" Julia asked nervously, as if she were afraid I would start screaming at her. "Calm down,"

I groaned angrily. "Forget it!" I screamed, and stomped away.

About half-an-hour later, there was a knock on my door.

"Chelsea?" it was Julia. "May I come in?"

"Whatever," I sighed, and fell down onto my bed.

"What was that about?" Julia asked.

I sat up. "I don't know," I said. "I just got angry at him for being so cruel and emotionless because one girl broke his heart."

"It wasn't just that one girl," Julia said sympathetically. "Vaughn's life was full of heartbreak and sadness,"

"What happened?" I asked, curious.

"It's not my story to tell," she said quietly.

"Please tell me?" I begged.

"It's not for me to tell," Julia said, practically repeating herself.

"Well, Vaughn's not going to tell me after I screamed at him," I said.

"Well that's your fault; not mine." Julia said.

"Julia?" I asked.

"What?" there was cold air to her voice.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be mad at you," she said.

"I'm nice," I said hopefully.

"Really?" Julia said sceptically. "Because what happened back there shows otherwise."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't apologize to me," she said. "Apologize to Vaughn," She got up, and walked out the door.

"My life has been falling apart since he got here," I muttered, and closed my eyes sleepily.

Me: Today, our visiter is Denny.

Denny: Yo.

Me: I'm beginning to think this should be a like a talk show. What do you think, Denny?

Denny: ... Sure...?

Me: Ok! It'll be called... Ruins Talk Show starring HarvestMoonLuv! (I have to give some credit to lollipopdiego; she's using something like this in her story The Carpenter, Cook, and Hikari)

Denny: Ok?

Me: Now, what do you think of Chelsea's explosion towards Vaughn?

Denny: I think it's crazy. Poor Vaughn didn't do anything. But Julia was kind of weird at the end; she was all sympathetic at first but then got all cold and cruel.

Me: Like Vaughn?

Denny: Yiep.

Me: Ok... That just proves how weird Julia is.

Denny: Yiep.

Me: That's all the time we have for today, folks! Check in in a few days for another chapter and another session of Ruins Talk Show starring HarvestMoonLuv!

Denny: Oh, and don't forget to review!

Me: Yepp! BYE! *waves*