Chapter 5:
Slowly taking in a deep breath, Chelsea walked over to the salmon colored hair girl. Talk to her like you've known her your whole life. That's the way to do it.
"Um, excuse me?" Chelsea said awkwardly.
"Yeah?" The salmon haired girl spun around on her heals.
"I was wondering where I could fine a guy named 'Elliot'."
The girl's face twisted in disgust. "Elliot? Why him?"
"Um well I uh.."
"Look girl. I'm not really 100% sure where he is, but he's most likely at his girlfriend's house." She while placing her hands on her hips.
"Where's that at?"
"You don't know Julia? Well, she's in the barn house."
"Thanks." Chelsea yelled as she jogged towards the barn house for a second time this week.
Chelsea slowly peeks her head into the house. It's contents looks exactly like what it used to look like before she kicked it down. Slowly entering the threshold, she began to make her way over to the two doors. No Elliot in the front room.
Peeking her head inside the doorway on opposite of the counter, a small kitchen sits. Long wooden cabinets, a stove, and refrigerator lay tucked into the wood. Stepping into the room a small table that seats about four rests in the middle. Glancing around Chelsea exits.
Slowly making her way into the other doorway, small living room lays in her path. On the wall right to Chelsea three doors, lay each perfectly separated apart. Though to her left a small creamy yellow couch sits in front of a small brick fireplace. Small photos of livestock hang on the walls; there are also few dried flowers hang from wire too. Opposite of Chelsea a long bay window, looks out at a pasture the long grass is slightly wet with dew from the morning; also another door sits next to the window.
Glancing down the row of doors, Chelsea shrugs and opens the first one. The room is a warm blue; a twin bed sits in the left corner of the room. A tiny window sits next to the bed along with a nightstand. A small burrow lies across from that.
Closing that door, Chelsea walks down to the next one. Opening the door, a flash of pink hits her square in the face. Stubbing backwards, Chelsea shacks her head and processed again. Peaking her head in the room was set up like the last only the color is pink.
Clicking the door closed, she goes to the last one on that wall. Opening it, Chelsea squints as her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. The walls aren't painted thought they are rather the only things that isn't. Everything in the room is black; the small desk next to the door, the bed, the shades, the burrow, and even the wood flooring. Stepping in a little more, Chelsea takes a better look at the bed.
Jumping back, the large lump that was hidden under the sheets moves. Tip toeing over to the pillow a flash of silver hair blinds Chelsea for just a moment. "Cowboy?" Whispering, Chelsea hears him groan. Immediately sprinting out of the room, she runs out of the barn house.
Gasping for breath, she glances around at her surroundings. She was standing in the center of the West side of town. Flinching, she slowly began to straighten herself out and walk towards the salmon colored hair girl from before. Tapping her on the shoulder, the girl once again spun around on her heel; her face was plastered in disgust.
"Yeah?"
"Um, I was wondering where I could find Elliot. He wasn't at the barn house."
"Well, he's most likely at home."
"Home?"
"Yeah. You know… Taro's house. The one with the shipping shit all around it." Slowly looking over the girl's shoulder, Chelsea spots a small house with crates and boxes scattered everywhere.
"Thanks again."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Chelsea slowly walks behind the girl and over to the small shack with the boxes.
Knocking on the door, a small woman with the same pink salmon hair came to the door. She was a few inches shorter than Chelsea though she looked to be about 72, though she seems to be that age because she slums over.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'm looking for a person named Elliot. Would he perhaps be here?"
The woman slowly opened the door wider and entered into the house. Chelsea slowly followed in and glanced around the room. The house was split into two rooms, the kitchen/dinning room/ living room/ front hall and the other the bedroom. Along the backside of the wall facing Chelsea a pot of boiling water lifted the smell of warm spaghetti.
Slapping her hands over her stomach before it could growl, Chelsea idled near the doorway. The old woman bowed and went into the bedroom. She came out seconds later and returned to the pot on the stove. Suddenly Elliot came busting into the room and grabbed on to Chelsea's shoulders.
"Are you the ship girl?" He was breathing rather heavily and his face was bright red.
"Um… I think so…" Chelsea said as she slowly backed up against the door.
"Were you on the ship that was caught at sea one month ago?"
"A month?"
"We found you in the water a two days ago. Are you the girl from the ship?"
"Yes, I believe so. Are you Elliot from the radio?"
"YES! Would you like to be our island farmer?"
"I guess so…" It can't be much work right? I really only have to clean up the yard and grow a few crops.
His eyes widening, Elliot shook Chelsea then began to jump up and down yelling for joy. Chelsea staying stiff in his arms carefully looked over his shoulders to see the girl from the barn house tightening her ponytail and smiling at Elliot.
"So this is the farmer you were talkin' about Elliot." A hundred year old man slowly hobbled over to Chelsea who now sits at the dinning room table. She slowly rubs her knuckles as the old man walks around her in a circle. "Yes, I believe she will do."
"Great! You hear that Julia! Looks like we got our selves a farmer!" The blond girl slowly walked over to the side of Elliot and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"Yes this is indeed a very good prospect." The sexpot said.
"Well then little missy, we need to get you some farmin' clothes. Felicia go get Natalie." The old geezer huffed.
"Yes father." The old woman slowly left the house, minutes later she came back in with the other salmon colored hair girl from before.
"So this is the new farmer. Well Elliot I never knew you had any other eyes other than Julia." She said smirking.
"Oh shut up Natalie. Chelsea here will help our island prosper once again."
"Natalie dear?" The old woman began to speak up.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any extra clothes we could give Chelsea here. She lost all of her luggage in the storm. Just until we can find her some new ones."
"No, I can't spare any!"
"Um excuse me. But I have some extra clothes that I don't need. If that's alright with Chelsea?" Julia said piping in.
"Ye-" Chelsea tried to fit in.
"Very fine! Very fine! Natalie go with Julia and Chelsea and help with the clothes, us men will wait here." The old man wheezed.
Slowly all the women left the shack and preceded to go back over to the barn house.
"So this is Chelsea! Nice to meet you I'm Mirabelle and this is Vaughn." Chelsea stood in the front part of the barn house staring the cowboy square in the eyes. A plump woman who resembles an older Julia stands next to him smiling to warmly. This woman reminds me too much of the fakeness that Mia and Recha showed me. Better to stay away then to pry.
"Nice to meet you I'm Ch-"
"Yeah yeah we know your name already. Lets get this over with so I can go listen my soap opera." Natalie said as she pushed her way through Vaughn and into the back room. Julia slowly followed along with Mirabelle and Felicia. Chelsea just watched them all file into the back room and go into the second doorway. Glancing up at Vaughn, he was staring at her. Wow. Is he staring at me? I think so. What the fuck? Who the shit would do that? Freak. No I take that back, Hot freak.
"So your name is Vaughn…." Chelsea said as she slowly lingered towards the door.
"Yeah." A soft blush began to tickle his cheeks as he pulled his cowboy hat down over his face and stared at the floor. Instantly with a start, he took two huge steps towards Chelsea and caught her arm before she enters the back room. "Hey wait! Take off your shoes!"
Looking down at her feet then up at Vaughn, Chelsea smiled and opened the second door. " Sorry buddy! No shoes remember!" Lifting up her foot to Vaughn's face, she wiggled her toes then went into the highly intoxicating pink room.
hey everyone! The story is really progressing right? What do you think about how Chelsea can never finish her sentence or about how she keep refusing food... interesting right? See you soon!