Vaughn Pov 4

After herding Chelsea back into our cabin like a sheep, I told her to change into the clothes I found in the tool box for her.
"This isn't cute." She said holding up the orange shirt vest looking at it like she had just smelled week old garbage.
"Well it's the color of Hampallo, isn't it?" I said, starting to understand how Chelsea works. Her face softened a little bit, but she still looked at me begrudgingly, vaguely considering what I said. It was obvious she was having an internal conflict over the color of the shirt. "I'm going to wait outside while you change."
"What if I need help?" she asked quietly, her eyes clearly worried about this new venture.
My face got hot and I shrugged, avoiding her gaze. She may be confused, but she's still a woman. It'd be indecent of me to be in the room while she's changing… "It's something you'll have to learn to do." I turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. I'm not good with girls, or people for that matter. I hope she gets her memories back soon so I don't have to keep taking care of her. What will Mirabelle and Julia say when I bring her home? I hope they don't get the wrong idea. I looked over the glittering ocean and I could see now see the island coming closer to us. What am I going to tell them? 'Yeah I found this girl on the street and she lost her memories, so I took her with me'? This isn't kidnapping is it? She doesn't know who she is or who her family is, so it's not like I stole her or anything. I was about to sit down outside the door to wait for Chelsea to change when I heard voices come from the deck above me.
"You almost blew it, you know! I can't believe you!" a familiar voice of a woman said angrily.
I wanted to get a look at who was talking, but I didn't dare risk being seen. I don't like talking to people and the girl sounds mad. She'd probably be even angrier if she knew someone was eavesdropping. It sounded serious.
"Don't blame me! I had to find out!" a man's voice replied clearly frustrated.
"Oh come on! You were coming on to her, I saw you!"
A lovers spat? I know arguments between couples is fairly normal, and usually nothing to be overly concerned about, but it always made me feel awkward hearing or seeing them.
"I was acting no different from how I usually do!" he answered back defensively.
The door I was leaning against opened suddenly and I fell backwards hearing a cry from behind the door. I quickly stood up and peeked into the room to see a sloppily dressed Chelsea sprawled on the floor with a bandana askew on her head. I tip toed in as fast as I could and closed the door behind me quietly. Hopefully the arguing couple didn't just hear the commotion. "Are you alright?" I extended a hand to help her up but she ignored it and stood up on her own. I could see now the she had somehow managed to put her shorts on backwards and that she had mismatched the buttons on her orange shirt. I sighed and asked again, "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head. "Did I do a good job getting changed?" she asked completely unphased from just falling down.
"Well…" there was no zipper or button on the shorts she had so it wasn't completely obvious they were on backwards. They just looked like they fit her weird. She looked at me expectantly waiting for praise, "Yeah you did." I finished, and she grinned a satisfied smile. "But your bandana is messed up. And your buttons…" I gestured to myself pretending to button a shirt. She also didn't tie the knot on the bandana at all, she had somehow just knotted it into her hair.
"Fix it." She walked closer to me and looked up at me with her excited blue eyes. My chest did something funny. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I should call Dr. Jin and ask him about the chest pains I've been having. I could give him a call when I go back into town next week. However something in the back of my head told me it wasn't a health problem; it had to do with the smile on Chelsea's face. I want her to continue smiling. I turned her around and started unknotting her hair from the bandana. My stomach felt like it was wringing all the stomach acid out of itself. "So," I cleared my throat, "what trouble did you get into while I was sleeping?"
"I didn't get in trouble!" She yelped yanking her head forward in an attempt to turn around and look at me.
"Mhm. Stop moving around." She was making the knot worse. "What did you do while I was sleeping then?" I rephrased myself on Chelsea's behalf.
"Well… I saw a pretty girl with dark hair and glasses… she had a silly floppy hat… kinda like yours…" I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was concentrating very hard to remember all the details. "and I met a man named Will and a girl named Lily… Will was nice to me, he had pretty hair, the color of sunshine." She paused thoughtfully before continuing, "but I don't think Lily liked me much…"
She ran into Sabrina, Will, and Lily? It wasn't unusual for Lily to travel about and go into the city, but Will? And Sabrina of all people? I used to have a crush on Sabrina, but unsurprisingly a shy person and a person uninterested in talking to people aren't very good at conversation. There were rumors that Will was really mean to Sabrina, but I never got the chance to ask her about them. What bugged me most is why were they all coming from the city? Were they visiting family? Maybe it's just a happy coincidence and they all ran into each other, or they planned a tourist trip. Maybe. Sabrina isn't a bad girl, but she's not a city person. And I'm still not sure how I feel about that flamboyant pretty boy, Will. Something about him has always made my skin crawl, and I don't think it's just because I don't like most people. I've never talked to Lily much. She's probably nice. Pretty.
My thoughts continued to wander, "Well, just be careful around Will." I finally said as I finished fixing the mess on her head, and tied her bandana in a knot. The words came out without me really thinking about them.
"Why? He was very nice to me." She turned and glared at me crossing her arms.
"Fine, forget I said anything." I snapped. I started to fix the buttons on her shirt shakily. If she wants to get a broken heart, it's all on her. But why do I feel so nervous? I could feel her staring at me, causing me to fumble with the buttons even more. Pain in the ass. Why couldn't everything be zippers and laces? Much easier if you ask me. She lifted a hand and put it on my cheek.
"Your face is red like my toy's bow" she said pointing at her pony McDoodle toy with her free hand, not taking her eyes from mine. "Are you alright?"
I jerked back not really thinking about it, and not really being used to physical contact. "I'm fine… That's the best I can do with your buttons." I added turning around glancing at her shirt over my shoulder. Only one of her buttons was still messed up and it was the one closest to her chest. Fighting off another blush I lowered my hat over my face and began cleaning up the cabin in silence.
A loud, but pleasant, voice announced over the intercom that there were two minutes until we reached Sunshine Islands, and part of me was kind of sad I brought Chelsea along. I took her away from her home, and brought her here to meet new people. I suddenly felt very sad for her. It's not going to be easy on her. I peeked at her putting her treasures into the McDoodle box that was causing the room to smell like hashbrowns. What is it like to lose your memories? Your loved ones? Everything you once held dear to you?