Chapter 3:
The wind tossed Chelsea's hair back and forth. In front of her face to behind her head.
"Arrrrrr! I can't take it any more!" Shouting out to the sky the once light yellow and blue was now a crystal blue that mirrored the cool ocean. Taking her hair in her hands, Chelsea opened up the back of her shirt and shoved it in between her back and the shirt. "Ahh. That's better." Sighing Chelsea let her feet sway in the wind.
From where she sat just a turn of the head she could see both of the towns. To her left was the east end and to the right was the west end. She sat on the brake of the mountain. Tucking the two longer bangs behind both of her ears, Chelsea watched the little people walking or running around both ends of the town. Laughing to herself, she rested her elbows on her knees.
After awhile of looking over the town, there was a sharp pain in her stomach. Clutching hold of it, she slowly stood up. Dang! I must be hungry! Well, I only had a dirty glass of water last night and well, I think my last meal was about a month ago. I gotta get some food in me.
Slowly climbing down the brake, Chelsea began to walk through the town. Glancing around at each person who walked by her, they each were dressed in some weird foreign fashion. Chelsea practically double taked on every person who walked by her.
Peeking in every window, Chelsea was on a mission. Ok. I know Cowboy lives in town cause he had no luggage. And he must live somewhere around here. Glancing over at the house that slightly resembled a barn, Chelsea stopped in mid walk and stared at the building. Well, if he dresses like a cowboy maybe he lives in a barn too! Giggling to herself Chelsea walked over to the house.
Slowly opening the door, she stopped in mid motion. What if that creep whose look for me is in there. How will I recognize him? He'll recognize me but what about him?
I can't back down now. I've come this far and I'm not letting anyone get in my way. Not even Recha or Mia. Stepping back till she was a good ten feet away, Chelsea closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes. Immediately breaking into a full out sprint she leapt into the air and kicked down the door to the barn house.
Dust was everywhere; it puffed outside covering Chelsea with it. Slowly the dust settled to the floor and reviled the room inside.
The ceiling was medium height and the walls resembled the outside of the house. A long counter lay to the right of the door with a small cash register and bell on top. Opposite of the door lay a large cabinet with what seemed books on animals. I the corner of the room almost hidden by the counter was a few bags of fodder and chicken seed. Next to the cabinet were two small doorways one facing the counter and the other next to the cabinet.
Chelsea slowly stepped into the room and headed over to the counter. Ringing the bell, she leaned on the counter with both of her elbows. Glancing around the room, a small draft found it's way through the door and tickled the back of Chelsea's neck. Turning to the doorway, Chelsea got a real good look at the damage.
The door was laying flat on the floor and covered in dust. The hinges had ripped off and some of the frame came off as well. There was a hole in the door that was about the size of Chelsea's foot.
A slightly surprised looks went across her face. A tiny giggle escaped her lips as light foot steps sounded. Spinning around, Chelsea's light brown twisted around her head as she turned 180 degrees.
A tallish looking girl stood stunned in the doorway that sat next to the bookshelf. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail though long bangs hung around her face. She had beautiful light blue eyes. She wore a loose white tank top stained with a light green spot on the corner of the hem. Over the tank top a worn light blue, like her eyes, button shirt was tied at her belly button in a stiff knot. She had on tight dark blue bootie shorts and white cowboy boots on. She looked like the perfect image of a sexy cowgirl.
Her face resembled on like a young married couple just found out that they were expecting.
"A-ah-ah…"
Slowly walking over to the girl, Chelsea stuck out her hand.
"Hello. I'd like to know where mister Cowboy is." She girl stood about five inches taller than Chelsea.
"I-I-I-wha-ah-ah-e-I-I- um I-ah um."
"Huh. So, I'm looking for this guy who dresses like a cowboy. Ah- does he live near here?" Dropping her hand, Chelsea raised one eyebrow on the sexpot.
"Are you-cowboy?"
"No stupid. I'm not a cowboy. I'm looking for a guy who dresses like one."
"Oh. Yeah I know him." She just stared blankly at Chelsea.
"Can you show me him?"
"Sure. I'll go get." She slowly tuned around and left Chelsea. The sexpot disappeared into the long hallway.
Chelsea slowly walked back over to the counter and hopped up on it. Positioning herself on the hard wooden counter. Tucking a loose hair strand behind her ear, the was loud clattering sound and a rush of loud clanking coming from the hallway that the cowgirl went into. Suddenly the cowboy from before came running into the room.
"Chelsea?" Chelsea smiled and jumped down from the counter and walked over to the cowboy.
"Yep!" Slowly dropping her smiled from her face, concern crossed her face as the cowboy just breathed heavily and stared at her. "What?"
"Nothing." Ruffling her hair, he began to walk past her.
"Hey! Wait up!" Running after him, Chelsea caught up to him in the street when suddenly she ducked behind the cowboy.
Clutching on to his vest, she hide in his shadow. Turning his head to peek behind his back, Chelsea was shacking slightly ever so slightly.
"Chelsea?"
"Vaughn! Hey!" The cowboy flicked his head back to see a male that he was not so fond of. His eyes did one full circle.
"Hey Elliot."
"Vaughn, I'm looking for a girl."
"What? Aren't you dating Julia?" The pinky hair's ginger blushed and shuffled his feet.
"Yeah. But, you see I need this girl, well gramps need her."
"Huh. What'd she look like?"
"Really plain. Like super plain. Flat brown hair, light blue jeans, and a red shirt."
The cowboy shook his head and watched the nerdy pink head run down the path that leads to the beach. "You can come out now. Elliot's gone." The cowboy whispered to his back.
Slowly, ever so quietly Chelsea emerged from behind the cowboy's back. Flipping her head to each side, she still clung to the cowboy's shirtsleeve.
"So why are you afraid of Elliot again?"
"Pinky?"
"Sure. Pinky. Yeah."
"Well, he's hunting me down."
"Like an animal?"
"Like a (whispering) bear." Glancing around again, Chelsea walked around till she stood in front of the cowboy.
"Huh. A bear. Where in god's name did you pull a bear out of?"
The cowboy began to yell at Chelsea like she was a freak.
"Um well I just ah well you know…"
"No. I don't."
"Ah how do I explain this? Um, it's an inside joke with myself sort of."
"Huh. Fine, whatever. Lets go meet the farmer." The cowboy began to walk briskly towards another brake in the mountainside. A small quivering path made it's way through the hard rock.
The two of them slowly made their way through the path and past the rocks. Tiny pebbles tumbled down the edge of the mountain and bumped against their shoes.
As soon as Chelsea and the cowboy stepped into the farm, it was like they were both sucked into a horror film based on a plant taking over the world.
The grass that used to be cut shortly was now in patches long wavy strands. The large field that seemed to be quite fertile was now desolate and covered with huge boulders and tree stumps. Two shacks off in the distance seemed to be somewhat newly built, thought to the right a rickety old stable seemed to be barely holding together. To the left was a shack that seemed just barely standing. The wooden siding was peeling off and some of the roof shingles were scatter throughout the yard.
Going all the way up to Chelsea's knees, they sifted through the over grown weeds and slowly made it to the door. The door was barely holding on to one hinge; it was complete sideways.
Glancing up at the cowboy, Chelsea lifted one eyebrow in confusion. He shrugged.
The cowboy cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled into the house.
"Helloooo! Is anybody home?"
They both waited for a response, and waited, and waited. Nobody came. Glancing up at the sky, Chelsea's stomach growled and a small blush touched the tops of her cheeks.
"Somebody hungry?"
"Just a little."
"Well, want to go get a bite at Nick's?"
Chelsea's eyes widened just at the though of seeing the creepy bartender again. The one who gave her away to Pinky.
"I rather not."
"Alright. Well, how about have dinner at my house?"
"Your house?"
"Actually my aunt's, but she wouldn't mind." They both slowly began to make their way through the ocean of weeds and back into the west side of the town.
Hey! Sorry i haven't written in so long! I lost power for like two weeks and my school became a red cross center so my school was also off. Great right. After that i had to cram for tests and shit. Sorry! Here's the next chapter! Tell me what you think of Julia and the farm! Keep reading!