Flavor of Life

Summary: I never knew I would fall for someone who wasn't close to what my expectations were. We often bickered, we often fought over the littlest of things. I never found myself sinking so low into falling for a poor farmer out of all people. VaughnChelsea.

Author's Note: Probably my first fanfiction in this section of the site. I wanted to create this since, well, I love the VaughnChelsea pairing. SO! Somewhat of an original story, something I wanted to stray off from the stuff you guys would see here. Very extremely loosely based off of the anime/manga/drama, Hana Yori Dango. It'll be a continuous story told in both point of views, so the thing wouldn't be repetitive.

Disclaimer: I, KawaiiTenshiCeres, does not own Harvest Moon, nor Flavor of Life by Utada Hikaru.

ONE~ A Beautiful World

-Chelsea's Point of View-

How on earth did we ever try and get along?

I tried to be friendly.

All I got was a cold look.

It all started when I met Mirabelle and her daughter, Julia in their shop...

"Waaaaait. So, I can't get a new chicken, until the livestock dealer comes here?"

I leaned on the counter of the Animal Shop , resting my back against the counter, as the sun was slowly arising. It was six o'clock in the morning of Wedesday, and out of the most things I wouldn't expect on my first year as a farmer...was to see a bloodied chicken, plus an explosion of feathers scattered near my crops. I assumed it was a wild dog who snuck into the chicken coop out of the blue. It was actually my precious chicken, that I first bought when Mirabelle had moved here.

All I could hear in the morning was the roosters cawing, trying to awaken the world, while Julia was in the kitchen, firing up the stove. My eyes wandered around the brightened store/house, wondering how long until the man came. My gloved hand tapped the wooden countertop, while the younger blond signaled me over to have breakfast with them. My blue eyes gazed over to her, before feeling slight guilt running through my mind. I never actually had breakfast with other people since I came here, even with Taro and his family with their constant offers, it just felt somewhat awkward.

"Something wrong?" Julia questioned placing down a plate of toast in front of me.

Snapping out of my train of thought, I innocently waved my hands around, repeatedly saying it wasn't anything to be worried about. "Nothing! It's nothing!" I smiled sheepishly. Boy, what an embarrassing way to start my work-filled day, already I felt my face burning up.

I've noticed Mirabelle had quietly left the two of us alone to feed the animals, and I was going to ask her what time the dealer was going to get here. I already knew by now that I didn't water my turnips yet, and it was almost seven o'clock. Taking a bite of the warm toast, I leaned on the chair in thought, crossing my arms over my chest. Tilting the chair back and forth, I heard the small bell chime, before looking towards the door with a bright smile dawning my face.

"Hey, Mirabelle! What time is the dealer coming here again?" I questioned, tilting the chair back as far as possible, not listening to Julia's constant protests for me to stop doing that childish habit.

"Excuse me?" a male voice questioned in annoyance, his indigo colored eyes piercing through me coldly.

Shock scaled up my spine, and my chair fell backwards, slamming me to the ground hard. I felt my treasured bandanna flying off of my long delicate hair, as I only laid on the ground, trying to not let the pain get to me. Muttering a slight 'Ow', I sat up and rubbed the back of my head. Softly cursing to myself, the man hovering over me only to watch me get up on my own. Quickly snatching my bandanna, I stood to fix myself, often stealing gazes at the silver haired man who had appeared in front of me.

"Are you okay, Chels?" Julia questioned, adding a sigh. "I told you, you shouldn't do that!" she scolded before smiling towards the man. "Vaughn! It's been a while! How are you?" she questioned cheerfully. "Mom's feeding the animals right now, so you can stick around here." she nodded, before shuffling to stand next me. "Introduce yourself!" she muttered, nudging me, while I tried to adjust myself.

"Hi! I'm Chelsea! I run the farm here." I stated, adding a friendly tone of voice. "You must be the animal dealer right?" I questioned.

I noticed his eyebrows furrowed towards me, before tipping his hat to me. Mirabelle had walked in, before a huge smile formed on her plump face. She patted Vaughn on the shoulder, before looking at me questionable. "No wonder I heard a huge thud from outside." she noted. "Are you okay?" she questioned in light concern.

Nodding in agreement, I smiled again, only to receive a glare from the man named, Vaughn. "...Something the matter?" I questioned.

I heard a sigh escaped his lips before he looked at Mirabelle, with annoyance. He seemed to be in a bad mood, but I couldn't exactly tell why. Was he...not a morning person? Or...was it because the island looked run down, and barely had other inhabitants in it? In other cases, I was a bit confused. My eyes gazed into his, strangely feeling like it had the tone of loneliness seeping deep inside of his eyes. I couldn't help, but to think he was lonely, but I soon snapped into reality, hearing the cowboy-dressed dealer having an outburst.

"She killed him?!" Vaughn shouted. "She killed my prized Kenny?!" he questioned looking at me in utter disappointment. "After raising that guy for so long, she had to get him killed by wild dogs. She calls herself a farmer, she's more irresponsible than a kid!"

My eyes stared at him, feeling my hands clenching into a really tight fist. I stared at Vaughn, feeling enraged. I was just starting out. It was a simple fault. And yet, it ended up with him calling me 'irresponsible'?! My pearly white teeth clenched, as I felt my eyebrows furrowed.

"Shut up!" I screamed. "It's not my fault that your precious Kenny was killed! It was an accident, okay?" I argued, feeling tears slowly forming on my face.

I knew it. I knew I was about to cry. Forcing the tears away, my fists clenched into an even tighter ball, before I slammed it into the cowboy's face. I gave him a glare, before I turned and stormed out the door. I know I was being stubborn, but I didn't like being insulted because it was a simple mistake. It wasn't at all me to feel this angry in years. As I proceeded home, I needed some utter counseling from my older sister living in Forget-Me-Not Valley, Jill.