I got this idea from a music video on Youtube. First four are island guys, second four are melody guys, third four are mineral guys.

Harvest Moon (c) Natsume

"I'm scared of everything; I'm scared of who I am, what I saw, what I did, but most of all I am scared of walking out of this room and never feeling for the rest of my life, the way I feel when I'm with you."

Vaughn

I've got a good life goin' for me; a place to call home twice a week, a great girl to throw my arm around when I see her. But I'm definitely not the best guy around. I've got an alcoholic for a father and a mother who is in the midst of smoking her way to hell. Sure, I'm not either of my parents, but I'm their only son, so their faults are placed on me as well.

The worst of my traits is the jealousy I acquired from my father. It comes out at the most inopportune moments.

For example...

Arms were thrown around me as I stepped off of the dock onto the beach. I managed a smile; something I never did in public, or around those I didn't know. It was Chelsea, my girlfriend. She was the most amazing girl I'd ever met in my entire life. Without her, well, I wasn't really me.

"How was your trip?" she asked, her eyes alight with curiosity and childish energy.

I laughed lightly. "I hardly get to walk ten feet and I'm already getting bombarded with questions?"

She pouted, her lip sticking out childishly. "Well excuse me for asking my boyfriend how his trip was," she said, crossing her arms and turning away.

With a smirk on my lips, I threw my right arm around her shoulders and started walking towards my aunt's shop. "You know I say that just to get you all riled up, Chels."

She looked up at me with a slight blush on her face and a sheepish grin. "You just like seeing me blush."

I leaned down next to her ear. "Ok, so ya got me."

She giggled and I smirked slightly before kissing her cheek. We hardly got off the beach when Mark; the farmer wanna-be; waved furiously at us, a stupid grin on his face. My grip tightened on Chelsea's shoulder and she glanced up at me anxiously. Mark must have brushed off the glare I gave him because he walked right over to us.

"Hey Chels, what's up?" he asked, that stupid grin still plastered on his face.

Chelsea glanced up at me again with that anxious look on her face again. "I'm hangin' out with Vaughn today. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I figured the two of us could go to the mine today. You said you've been meaning to visit there."

Again Chelsea glanced up at me. I raised my eyebrows at her. With a sigh, she slipped out from under my arm. "Look Mark, maybe some other time. Ok?"

I glared at Mark darkly as he looked at Chelsea rather heartbroken. "Yeah, sure. I guess I'll see you later then."

He walked away and Chelsea turned to me in a panic. "Don't get the wrong idea, Vaughn."

I crossed my arms and scowled at her. "Then you'd best get to explaining."

"He helped me carry some feed a few days back and he shows up where I go sometimes," she said, twiddling her thumbs a little.

"Sounds like he's stalking you," I said flatly.

"Oh stop it! He's just a friend and he knows that I love you, Vaughn."

I put my hand up slightly and shook my head. "Whatever Chels. Guys like him need to lay off other guy's girls."

I started walking away; something I shouldn't have done. And she didn't follow me.

Later that night, I headed up to Chelsea's ranch to apologize for my behavior. As I walked up, I ran through different ways to apologize, deciding to just call myself an idiot. When I got to her door, I heard her crying and I opened the door without knocking.

"Chels, what's-" I started.

Chelsea looked up in shock with tears in her eyes. Next to her on the couch was Mark. His hand was on her shoulder and he was looking at me with the same shock she was.

"Vaughn! I-It's not what it looks like!" she said, standing up quickly.

I stood in the doorway appalled. She knew how I felt about Mark, how much I loathed him. She knew that our little spat was just a spat, nothing to worry about. I always apologized when I made an ass of myself, she ought to know that.

Yet here she was, sitting on the couch with the very man I hated, crying her eyes out to him. What was so much better about him than me? What could she tell this sad-sack that she couldn't tell me? For crying out loud, I'm her boyfriend! That's supposed to mean something to her!

"Vaughn? Vaughn, please say something," she begged, tugging on my sleeve.

"I've had it," I grumbled. "I honestly thought you were tellin' me the truth about him. But I must've been a damn fool."

Fresh tears started pouring out of her eyes. "Wh-What are you saying?"

Anger poured out of every pore in my body. "It's over with us."

I walked out after that, never looking back, all of my fears realized. Chelsea lied to me. She betrayed me. She tore my heart out of my chest, threw it on the ground and danced on it with Mark. I never wanted to see her again.

I'm not sure how I like this one, but the others should be better. Read and Review?