Author's Note: Hi! How are you guys? It's been a while, eh? My gosh, I feel so guilty. Anyway, this is the last chapter… yay! Okay… I'm going to start typing the story now. Wait. Okay. Now. Oh yes, beware mean flamers. If my best friend sees your review, she'll crush you emotionally. Seriously.

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VELSEA

A-pple

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'Dear Goddess, I pray that this man is Vaughn.'

She held the letter on her hand, the emerald necklace on the other.

She was lying on her bed for quite some time now, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help herself from keep lying down and figuring out who 'he' was.

She desperately wants to know.

Suddenly, a knock came and snapped her from her thoughts. She got up and quickly opened the door.

"Hey Vaughn," she greeted the man on her doorstep politely, like she always does. "What're you doing here?"

"I decided to slack off today." He yawned, covering his mouth with his free hand. "Do you have a problem with that?"

She fake-glared at him. "So, I'm your slack-buddy now, huh?" She crossed her arms and looked at him carefully. "What the bloody hell are you doing here on a bloody Friday?"

"I already told you that."

"You were supposed to leave the island yesterday."

"Yeah, well," he said, smiling sheepishly.

"Well what?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the blue sky. "My boat kind of left me."

She chuckled and said, "Aw, poor cowboy."

"What?" he said, shrugging. "Don't you want to spend the day with dear ol' Vaughn?"

"You're acting weird today."

"Weird in what way?"

"Weird in a weird way."

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"That—" laugh, "didn't make—" laugh, "any sense!"

"Yeah," he said in between laughs.

They stood there laughing for some time. Then, they composed themselves and Chelsea asked him where he wanted to relax.

"Let's go to the meadow."

"Okay."

It was a long walk from Chelsea's ranch to the meadow. Along the way, they talked, laughed. What made the brunette roll over the ground was Vaughn's 'candy' story.

Flashback:

"Ooh, banana."

"Orange?"

"What the hell is this?" he said as he laid on the sofa. "New candy?"

"The fun starts when you buy one."

"I wonder why it's called like that." He got up and turned off the TV. "I swear, I'm going to purchase those candies when I get the chance!"

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He grabbed a pack of the 'candies' and went to the counter.

"I don't mean to pry, but are you and your girlfriend pretty intense?"

"Say what?"

"I'm sorry if I offended you," the woman on the counter apologized. She put the pack on the plastic and handed it to the confused man. "Five dollars, please."

He handed her the money and snatched the plastic from the lady. He started walking away when he heard, "Come again and good luck!"

He was confused but went straight to his apartment.

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"Okay, let's see how tasty these candies are." He grinned as he opened the pack. Once it was open, he took the 'object' out and stared at it. He stared at it for a very long time. Then, his eye twitched. "What the hell is this?!" He threw the object away and immediately went to the kitchen to wash his hands. "Damn it," he whispered to himself, blushing. "I'm stupid enough to think it was candy."

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She couldn't stop laughing at Vaughn's tale. He's so dim-witted sometimes. He didn't even realize that he was buying a condom instead of a pack of new branded candy.

"It was an honest mistake, Chels," he said, getting a little aggravated. "Will you please stop laughing now?"

"Maybe." She giggled. "Hey! Maybe you do have a girlfriend and you two are pretty intense."

His eyes widened as his face started to glow. "I-I do not!"

"Vaughn has a girlfriend! Vaughn has a girlfriend!" She chanted, clapping her hands together.

"Stop it or I'll carry you and lock you up in your house."

"No thanks," she said, shaking her head. "Your girlfriend might be jealous."

"I told you, I don't have one."

They arrived at the meadow but still, Chelsea wouldn't stop making fun of Vaughn and his 'girlfriend.'

"So, does she say stuff like, 'Oh Vaughn, please go to the shop and buy some condoms! You know how we are!" she teased.

"Stop it, Chelsea." He glared at her, completely annoyed from the rancher's actions.

She pouted and crossed her arms like a child. "Fine, you fun stopper."

He cocked his eyebrows at her. "'Fun Stopper'?"

She stuck out her tongue and sat down. She motioned him to take a seat beside her.

"So, what's it like to travel all around the world, Vaughn?"

"Boring and nauseating."

She chuckled and sighed. "I think it's exciting."

"If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't say that."

They sat in silence, taking in the scenery. The wind blew softly, the grass rustled and the sun shone happily. Yes, today was indeed a wonderful day to relax and forget all their troubles.

"Um, Chels?"

"Yeah?" she turned to him, her blue eyes shining.

He gulped. This is the perfect time to admit what he was doing. "Have you found out who gave you those multiple love letters?"

Her smile turned into a frown. She looked down her lap and said, "No."

"What about the gifts?"

"No."

He took a deep breath as he inched away from her. "I-I know who it was," he said, his voice was shivering.

She looked up, smiling. She looked relieved, but not completely. "Well, who is it?"

He removed his hat and scratched his head. It was now or never.

"It was me."

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked confused. "Say what?"

"It was ME," He said coolly.

"It was you…" she trailed off, pondering what he have just said.

Did he just confess that it was him all along?

Duh. That's what the 'ME' stands for.

But how could he afford those stuff?

He's rich, woman.

Where'd he get this ideas?

Internet.

"Are you okay?"

His voice made her come back to reality. "Yes…"

"So, do you take it?"

"Take what?"

"My heart."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I gave it to you last week and you never gave me an answer."

"How am I supposed to give you an answer? I don't even know it was you that time."

"Is that a yes?"

"Just answer my questions."

"What are your questions?"

She took out the emerald necklace and the emerald earrings from her pocket. "Why'd you give me an emerald instead of an amethyst?"

"So you wouldn't easily guess that it was me."

"Clever." She smirked and said, "That love letter was so girly. Did you write it?"

"Kind of."

"What do you mean by that?"

His sweat dropped from his forehead. "I copied it from the internet."

"So it wasn't from your heart!"

He raised his hands in defense and yelled, "I edited it!"

She glared at him and stood up. "Good enough."

"Are you done with the Q and A?"

"No." she looked at him sternly. "I just remembered that you lied to me."

"About what?"

"About the mail man."

"I'm sorry."

"You better."

He wrapped his arms around her and she tried to struggle. He held her close and said, "Am I a good actor or what?"

"Yeah you were." She grinned at the contact. "Where'd you learn to act?"

"It's in my genes, I guess." He let go of her and made her face him. "I won the best actor award when I was five in a school play."

"Betcha' you were pretty cute back then."

He ignored her statement and kissed her full on the lips. He wasn't sure what he was doing; he wasn't even sure if she'd kiss him back instead of pushing him away slapping him on the face.

He was nervous but relaxed when he noticed that she was kissing him back.

Goddess, what am I supposed to do now?

He had never kissed a girl since he was born. Come to think of it, this was his first kiss. Since this was his first time, he decided to put his tongue in her mouth: just like in his sister's romance novels.

He forced his tongue in her mouth, which earned a moan from her. That boosted up his ego so he started to touch her. He caressed her hips, making the woman in his arms moan. He had just noticed that her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was playing with his hair.

Man, this feels so good.

His knees buckled, causing him to fall down. He accidentally brought her with him, but they didn't care. They were only paying attention to their make-out session. They would only stop when they needed breathing again.

They pulled away, panting. They gasped for air.

Chelsea's breath hitched as she tried to speak. She kept quiet for a while before saying, "We were pretty intense, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you for making my first kiss memorable and pleasurable." She smiled, blushing. "You do know how to kiss a girl."

"Actually, that was my first, too." He grinned sheepishly as he watched her fix her hair. "I just did what the romance novels said."

She snorted. "You read those crap?"

"My sister used to read them out loud." Suddenly, he blushed madly. "And the love scenes, too."

She bit her lip and said, "So you know how to make love, huh?"

His ears started to turn red from her question. "N-Not really…"

She chuckled and decided to tie her hair into a ponytail. He was silent as he tried to compose himself. Then, he had just realized something.

"Why do you taste like apples?"

"Oh, Julia gave me this new lip gloss." She took said object from one of her pockets. "It's apple flavor."

"Apples my favorite fruit."

She smirked at him. "Want to taste it again?"

"I would love to."

She leaned into him and kissed him sweetly.

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Ha! Finally, this is done! My butt hurts already. I think this is the longest chapter in this fanfic. Oh well…

Please review. I would appreciate it, even if it is a flame.

Anyway, I cannot believe I typed condom here. I can't believe I typed it again. I hope I didn't offend anyone. If I did, I'm sorry. Truly sorry. I, too, was offended.

Okay, time to upload pictures on my facebook account.

Okay, this is too long for me to check, so… I'll do it tomorrow. :P