First of all, I'm an 11th grade student and today was not my day. I was genually pissed at the boys at school for always shoving the microwave full of food then putting it on for 99:99 for one and two, my gym teacher Mrs. Naggie Mc Nagnag (what I like to call her) made me write out this respect crap because I said "sup" when she called my name. So now I was getting on the bus at the end of the day, the bus was always active with ether food fights, regular fights, and a whole lot of talking that give me headaches on days like today. So I went to my seat at the back of the bus that was completely unoccupied except for me, ever since my friend whom sat next to me moved a couple weeks ago, nobody sat there but me.

I was about to pop my IPod into my ears when I looked up and saw someone I didn't recognize come onto the bus. He had silver hair and wore a black sweat shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a vest that were the same colour as his cowboy boots, he looked like a cowboy but all he needed was the hat. The bus driver talked to him and pointed to a seat, I really hoped he wasn't going to sit with me, but unfortunately that didn't happen. He walked to my seat and sat next to me without a word, staying as far away as possible. He looked kind of confused and stressed. I decided I should introduce myself.

"Um. Hi I'm Chelsea." I said a bit of coldly, still POed.

"Vaughn." He answered, just as cold.

"You're new?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

"Yeah, so? What about it?" He snapped. I jumped in surprise at how gruff he was.

"Sorry, I'm not in a real mood for talking." He said a little more softly.

"Well that makes two of us." I grumbled darkly.

"Microwave thing?" He asked, looking in a random place.

"Yeah. How'd ya know?" I asked very curious as to what his answer would be.

"I'm in your class." He seemed to smirk but it quickly disappeared.

"Why didn't I see you then? Was I late for class and missed the intro or what?" I asked.

"I asked not to be introduced to the class." He said, still looking in random places.

"Oh. I see." I said.

It was my stop a half an hour later. The bus slowly came to a stop.

"This is my stop." I said. I'm not sure if I was sure or not but I thought I saw a look of surprise on his face, but I wouldn't know for sure because I wasn't looking at him. I got off and quickly ran across the road when the bus driver gave me the signal. I grabbed my bike and was just about to bike down my XLarge driveway when heard a cough. I looked up and saw Vaughn standing at the end of the driveway.

"Um. Are you stalking me or something?" I asked kind of creeped out.

"No, I live over there." He pointed to the house next to mine. I knew that the house was for sale after the cute old couple passed but I never knew who bought it.

"Oh. Hehe, note to self: bring cookies." I said, somewhat to myself and I swear that I saw his face brighten but, like the past couple of times, it went back to the cold glare.

"What was that?" I asked, even though I already knew what it was.

"What?"He asked acting confused.

"Do, you like cookies." I said more than asked. He got a worried look on his face. He looked at me, then to his boots, then back to me, then to the boots.

"Ok. Ya got me, I like cookies." He confessed blushing slightly.

"What kind?" I asked.

"Chocolate…chip…" He said and he was suddenly interested in a random rock on the ground.

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind." I said and whipped around toward my bike making my hair slap him gently in the face.

"Do you have a horse or anythin'?" Vaughn called.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, stopping my bike.

"Just wonderin'." He said and started to walk down his driveway.

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(One week later)

I walked down the long driveway over to Vaughn's. So far he has told me a bit about himself but not a whole lot so I thought I could bribe him with some cookies and a possible horse back ride. I got to the door of the small house him and his aunt Mirabelle and Cousin Julia lived in. (FYI: They aren't on the island)

I knocked on the door a couple times.

"Coming! Oh dear, what a mess! Vaughn, clean this up please!" I heard Mirabelle say as she was trying to get to the door.

"Yes mother!" was Vaughn's sarcastic reply. Mirabelle made it to the door after what sounded like a bit of stumbling and opened it.

"Oh, Chelsea! Come in, come in. It must be so cold!" She said cheerfully. Vaughn looked around the corner.

"Hey." He greeted.

"Hey." I greeted back.

"What's in the container?" He asked curiously lifting the lid on the container. I gently slapped his hand away; he pulled his hand away and crossed his arms.

"I was wondering' if they were cookies or not." He stated.

"How'd ya know?" I asked.

"You said something about bringing over some cookies." He said recalling the memory. You could say Vaughn and I were pals now I guess.

"Well they're cookies. Chocolate chip." I said and his face brightened. "They're also for Mirabelle and Julia to so don't be horking them down." I told him.

"Gosh darn it." Vaughn said playfully in a southern/country accent. I giggled a bit.

"Now I see why you like her." Mirabelle whispered jokingly, loud enough for me to hear.

"What?" I asked.

"Aunty! I don't like her that way! Gawd we're just friends!" Vaughn hollered and the last sentence he said with that country twang. Then Julia popped into the room.

"Who does Vaughny like?" Julia asked using his little nickname.

"No one!" Vaughn yelled at her. She eeped and went back to what she was doing.

"Ahem. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride with me." I said.

"Like ride a horse?" He asked.

"No, a plane ride." I said sarcastically.

"Sweet lets ride." He said grabbing his boots and a coat and dragging me out the door.