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Chelsea's POV

It's been a week of excitement and anticipation and today is finally the day. I skipped all the to Mirabelle's shop, not caring what I looked like. When I got to the big wooden door, I flailed around a bit to get some of my energy out. I pushed open the door and heard the familiar ding of the shop bell.

"Good morning, Chelsea." Mirabelle greeted with a smile.

"Good morning Mirabelle." Then, from the house part of the building I heard Julia jump up from her chair and run into the shop. "Good morning Ju-" she cut me off by crashing into me and forcing me into a hug.

She pulled away slightly, "Now, Chelsea, remember what I told you. Vaughn can be a little, cold."

I looked at her, "Oh, please, I'll be fine."

"Okay. I'll go get Vaughn, you can go into the kitchen." I nodded and walked across the building. "VAUGHN!" Julia screamed up the stairwell. "VAUGHN!"

"Stop screaming I'm right here." I directed my attention to the man sitting at the dining room table.

Julia walked over to where I was standing and Vaughn stood up. He was tall, probably 6'1. He would tower over me. I'm 5'5. He wore a cowboy getup. Everything from the boots to the hat that rested on his silver hair. He looked at me and heat rose to my face. His eyes, they were beautiful, they were violet.

Julia tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Still fine?" in my ear. I shot her a look.

I cleared my throat and took a step toward Vaughn. I extended my hand, "Hi, I'm Chelsea."

He looked down at me, "Hey." I put my hand down realizing my handshake was rejected.

"Vaughn, don't be rude, Chelsea's my best friend." She smiled, "And she will be your first customer." Her eyes turned dark, "so be nice!"

Vaughn's eyes widened, "Wait a minute," he looked at me, "she is way too young to be owning a cow."

"Vaughn," Julia started, "everyone isn't an old, grey haired geezer like you."

"Julia! You know my hair color is natural!" he said with somewhat of a childish nature. "Beside the point. Chelsea, was it?" I nodded, "how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

He looked at Julia, "see too young. I was almost twenty when I own my first cow."

I frowned, "how old are you?"

He scowled, "twenty-six" he looked into my eyes. I felt like he was staring into my soul with those beautiful eyes of his.

"Vaughn, please, Chelsea is amazing and responsible farmer. She can do it."

Vaughn looked me up and down. "She's too short."

For someone I just met, he was insulting me a lot. "I am not. I'll be fine. I worked at my uncle's construction site when I was fifteen. If I can deal with a bunch of hungry, sweaty men and a bunch of power tools, I can handle a cow."

He scowled, "well she's probably not smart enough. I bet she can't even remember to feed it. Or count to see how much feed she has. She probably can't even spell her own name." At each thing he said more tears welled up in my eyes. I looked at the floor. "What? Don't have some comeback. Are you going to admit you're not ready for a cow?"

I looked up and made eye contact with him. His eyes widened when he saw the hot tears streaming down my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran away. Out of the building and back to the safety of my farm.

Vaughn's POV

"VAUGHN!" Julia screamed "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"I-I-I didn't mean to make her cry. I was just being-"

"Mean? Cruel?" Julia stated as she crossed her arms.

"I didn't know that it would affect her that much. She seemed fine with everything else."

"Vaughn, you really need to be more considerate. You need to think about how others feel. Just how you have your sore spots, so do other people." Aunt Mirabelle said in a gentle yet firm manner.

I nodded my head. "But why did she get so upset out of nowhere. I wasn't saying anything too bad."

"First of all, Vaughn, that stuff was pretty mean." Julia said, calmer than before. "And secondly, Chelsea has some learning disorders. She's worked harder then everyone her entire life just to understand. It really hurts when someone makes fun of her intelligence." She smirked, "especially when she thinks that someone is extremely handsome."

"Well now I feel like an idiot." I said as I tipped down my hat to hide my blush at Julia's last sentence. Did Chelsea really think I was handsome? She was pretty cute. I sighed in frustration and looked up at Julia. "I fucked up didn't I?"

"Duh." Julia exclaimed. "But I'm curious," a devious smirk crawled upon her face. "You usually don't care this much when you hurt someone's feelings. What is it about Chelsea?"

I blushed and tilted my hat down, "Well, she's your friend and I don't want to hear your bitching about how upset she is."

Footsteps sounded and my hat was ripped from my head. "Then why are you BLUSHING!?" Julia laughed. "So you think she's cute." She smirked

I stood up and snatched my hat. "I have to take care of something." I mumbled as I left the building.

Thank you to everyone is reading. I really appreciate it. I know Vaughn's a little out of character but, it's fine. He gets more distant. Don't forget to review. Reviews are really important to me. Love you guys