Editted! I added more stuff so it isn't jumping too much. I hope it's better o u o

Special thanks to Xealvi and bubblegum14 for pointing out some mistakes.

Perverted Prince

Chapter 20

Will's Point of View

Her words echoed endlessly in my head.

I love you?

There's no way that can be true, she must've drank or something. She can't think straight and thinks I'm someone else. But then again she included my name in it. The thought pained to think about it but there's no way in hell I'm hearing right.

My eyes averted to the girl I love in front of me. Her large onyx eyes were trembling and locked with mine. I lightly pushed her off of my body. The huge smile on her face began to waver. When I stood up from the marble floor I extended my hand out to her. She accepted it and I helped her up.

"I love you…" she whispered softly, her cheeks pink.

I gulped and I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"That's it, no more drinking for you in a while." I began to push her by the back out of my room. She twirled around with her face burning red.

"I didn't drink! I really do love you," She shouted, her fists clenched tightly.

I placed my hand on her forehead, brushing her bangs away. She winced suddenly.

"You don't seem to have a fever." I pulled my hand away and returned it back to my side.

"Will! Why do you keep avoiding the fact I just confessed to you? I'm not drunk or sick." Chelsea lowered her eyebrows and looked as if she was going to cry. "Is it that you don't love me anymore?"

I bit my lip and I held back the urge to embrace her tightly. I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn. "Of course not…" I moved my eyes away from her. "…stupid"

There was a shine of hope in her eyes. "Then why do you keep straying away from the subject?"

My heart beat began to thump, eventually it became so loud it was pounding in my ears.

"Why do you suddenly like me now? How can I believe it? Is it all because of pity?" I questioned her, my voice soft yet hoarse.

Chelsea suddenly stepped forward and crashed her lips onto mine. It was rough for the first second then was gentle. There was a salty taste within the kiss. I felt liquid being brushed onto my skin. When Chelsea pulled away, I stared at her tear stained face. "Is it really that difficult for you to believe that I love you?"

My arms extended to her and wrapped around her gently. I pulled her close to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, drying her tears.

"I love you too Chelsea," I truly meant it.

Suddenly she removed herself from me hug and began to look around my room. I eyed oddly as she looked at the tops of my tables and dressers.

"Where is it…" she mumbled. "Here it is!"

She came back and in her hand was velvet box which contained both of the wedding rings.

She slowly opened the box, revealing the two rings. She pulled out one of the rings.

"Chelsea, I should-"

She swiped the box away from my reach: high in the air. I could easily reach it but I was too dumbstruck. She lowered the box and walked towards me.

A smile tugged on my lips, I felt like laughing as soon as I realized what she was doing.

"Will, will you marry me?" She asked as she slid the ring through my finger. I gave Chelsea another kiss. "Of course."

I took the remaining ring, the ring Chelsea chose herself, and put it on Chelsea's slender fingers.

"I love you," I whispered to her.

"I know, I love you too."

Chelsea began to giggle softly. "Hehe...Will will."

Chelsea and I stood together, hand entwined with each other. In front of us were my parents and Victoria.

"Mother, Father, Victoria, we have something to tell you."

He stiffened before he stood straight. Mother stopped typing on her laptop. Victoria looked at us with large eyes.

"We...were never actually engaged." I said. Father opened his mouth but my mom gently placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and nodded. Victoria was unaffected by the news, which bothered me.

"It was all a mock plan so I could come visit Victoria. I was so worried about her condition and I couldn't stand not being there for her. We were planning to have a divorce after a week of our marriage. That way she could go back to the islands and I could stay here, with Victoria."

When he knew I was done talking her said, "So this entire thing was all because of your love for your little sister?"

Chelsea and I nodded without hesitation.

He looked furious at first and disappointed then his expression changed in a warming smile. He began to go on about how I've changed over the years. "I'm glad you came back. A few years you were straying off to another path. You would always go out partying and bringing home girls I would never see again. But then Chelsea brought you back." I gulped when I saw Chelsea looking at me.

He looked at my lover, causing her to look away from me and stand straighter, "I knew you would be the one to change him."

Mother on the other hand was on the verge of tears. She bawled saying how it was such an amazing and inspiring story that she was going to write a novel about us, causing Chelsea to blush bright red but had a small grin.

Victoria was a totally different story.

"I already knew you were faking," she said. Chelsea and I gaped at the little girl.

"How did you know?"

"I heard your conversation a few days back with Lucas. How you planned on proposing and actually loved Chelsea for a long time. You even said you didn't want to fake anymore" Victoria said. "Plus, Chelsea didn't have a ring." She began to whistle a tune when she was done. My face was tomato red and Chelsea began to giggle at me.

"So Will, when do you plan on getting married?" My father asked.

We looked at each other and began to smile softly, "We haven't decided on the date. Can you wait for us?" Chelsea asked. He nodded, "Of course. I'll go call the wedding planner now." He stood up from his seat and left the room.

"If you two will excuse us, we have something to do," I excused us and we left the room.

"I was so nervous when we told them," Chelsea admitted as she took a breather. I nodded. I didn't act like it but inside my heart was pounding. But I already knew my parents wouldn't be that angry at us. After all, we are just a couple of teens in love.

The next day we attended the engagement party which was planned for us.

I was dressed in my second best suit, the first one is going to be used during our wedding, goddess knows when that will be. Chelsea wore a long white dress with frills going along the hem.

We stood in front of my family on a podium. In the table in front of us were mother, father, and Victoria. On the table next to them were Sabrina and Uncle Regis. Around them were my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and cousins. Sitting in the back was Lucas.

"We'd like to thank you all for coming today to celebrate our engagement. We hope to see all of you at our wedding, the date will be announced eventually but for now we want to enjoy being a love sick couple in love for a little longer." I said into the microphone. I didn't know what else to say, this was the actual beginning of our relationship. Lucky my parents realized my awkwardness and stood up onto the stage. Together we stepped down and sat down on the table in the middle of my family and Sabrina's family.

He began to say how proud he was that I managed to get a girl as amazing as Chelsea, which I agree one hundred and five percent. Mother was standing proudly next to him.

"When Will left for the islands, I didn't know what to expect. Would he still be the same Will or will he be a new man, married and starting a family? I never expected him to come home with a genuine girl like Chelsea. She wasn't like other girls I've introduced to Will. She wasn't interested in money, land, or titles. All she wanted was my son's heart and affection. I thank you all for coming today, and I hope you all grow to love Chelsea, like how we did."

There was a light applause from my family as my parents left the microphone and walked towards us. Chelsea stood up from her seat and hugged my father. Her cheeks were pink and there was a broad smile on her face. When the embrace ended I stood up and hugged my old man. He placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm proud of you, son. Take care of Chelsea." I nodded.

Mother hugged both of us simultaneously. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I'm saving my tears for the wedding," my mother admitted though hiccups. Chelsea smiled as she returned the hug.

Then we both sat down next to each other, our hands connected. Chelsea sat by the seat opposite of Sabrina.

She began to whisper things to her and then hugged her tightly."Sabrina, I'm sure you'll find the right one." I heard Chelsea whisper to my cousin. Sabrina nodded as she adjusted her large glasses, her amethyst eyes twinkling. "I know. I just need to wait. But I hope you have a happy life with Will." There was no hint of anger in her voice, it was overflowing with genuine honesty. There was a grateful look on Chelsea's face, tears were beginning to form on her blue eyes.

Victoria then skipped onto the podium and curtsied to the crowd. She reached up and lowered the microphone.

"When I found out Willy was getting married, I knew that the girl would be the luckiest girl in the world. Will is the greatest brother anyone can have and I'm truly grateful that he's mine." She smiled. "He was my Iron Man, always helping me whenever he could. But now he's Superman and Chelsea is Lois Lane. They're meant to be together. I know they'll make each other really happy."

When she finished she curtsied once more before she hopped towards me and Chelsea. I picked her up and pulled her for a quick hug. When I put her down, Chelsea leaned down and hugged Victoria.

"Thank you."

Since the quick speeches were completed, we began to mingle and eat. I introduced Chelsea to everyone in the room. One of my grandmothers didn't approve that I was marrying a girl with no background and that she didn't have any money.

"Don't worry, once she meets the real you, she'll love you." I told her. There was no way I'm not marrying Chelsea because of someone else's opinions.

I even reintroduced Chelsea to my parents and Victoria, after all, this was for real.

The day went by so fast after the party, maybe it was because I was with someone who has mutual feelings.

I stared out to the ocean with Chelsea, my arm wrapped around her waist.

The islands were just up ahead. You could see the large mushrooms from Mushroom Island and the flaming volcano from Volcano Island.

Chelsea rested her head on my arm, "Do you think they missed us?"

"Maybe you," I jested.

"I wonder if Vaughn will forgive me," she pondered. "Why?"

"Well I did yell at him just because he didn't like me. I went too far and seemed pathetic. He probably hates me right now."

I smiled at her. "It's alright if he hates you." She narrowed her eyes. "Because I would still love you no matter what."

Chelsea giggled softly. "That's great and all, but I still wouldn't want him to hate me." I shrugged my shoulders, I honestly didn't care what would happen to Vaughn. He's not getting another chance to get Chelsea.

"I wonder what happened with my farm. It's probably deserted and barren. I hope my animals are fine. I totally forgot about them." Chelsea began to stress.

"I'm sure that Julia or Vaughn noticed you were gone and took care of them or took them back. They're fine."

"Let's hope."

My yacht parked where it was parked originally, by the dock on Sprout Island. When we stepped off the yacht and onto land, we were greeted by Denny and, to my luck, Lanna. Denny ran towards me and Lanna to Chelsea. Lanna didn't say anything to me, no comebacks, sneers, or anything. She was more interested over Chelsea's return than mine, which I thank the Harvest Goddess for.

"Yo, Will where'd you go? You left like out of nowhere." Denny asked with his fishing pole resting on his shoulder.

"I had some errands back at home. Didn't you hear the rumors from everyone else?" I said smoothly.

"Some errands those were, especially since you had to leave without telling anyone to get married, or so I've heard from Mirabelle."

"Chelsea and I aren't married," I clarified to the fisherman. "Yet that is."

I turned my neck to see Lanna with her hands on her hips and Chelsea giggling.

"You left to get married and didn't even ask me to be the maid of honor?" Lanna jested.

"Lanna! I already told you, we didn't get married. We're just engaged!" Chelsea said as she laughed.

Lanna stuck her hand out to Chelsea and playfully put her nose in the air. "Talk to the hand. I don't want to hear your lies."

Lanna ceased the act and began to giggle heartily with Chelsea. When they stopped laughing and began to calm down. Lanna looked seriously at Chelsea. "But seriously, I better be your bride of honor."

Denny laughed at Lanna's quick comment.

Lanna and Chelsea began to talk about girl stuff.

"No way! Really!...So that's what happened!" Lanna exclaimed as Chelsea whispered something into her ears. Lanna looked at me and pointed. "Seriously, this guy?" Chelsea turned pink and nodded.

Denny put his hand around her neck and smiled. "We're going to go ahead. Good luck on your future marriage." I nodded and waved good bye. When they were almost out of earshot, Lanna turned around and screamed, "I better be your maid of honor, Chelsea!" Denny shut his eyes and covered his ears.

"I got it!" The two friends waved at eachother before we began to cross the bridge to Verdure Island.

"Did you know that Lanna's thinking of proposing to Denny?" Chelsea mused. I nodded, "Of course, they're perfect for each other." Just like we are.

She nodded in agreement. "But she wants Denny to propose to her. She doesn't think it's right for a lady to propose."

"But you are the one who proposed to me. You took my job." I said playfully as I poked her cheek.

"Chelsea! Is that you?" A voice called out from behind us. We turned around to see Natalie and Pierre running towards us.

When they caught up, Natalie smacked Chelsea's shoulder softly.

"Hey, why'd you ditch us? Gramps is pissed that you just left the farm." Natalie said sternly. Chelsea began to laugh uncomfortably. "Sorry. Will's parents really wanted to meet me and wouldn't take no for an answer or wait an extra minute."

I looked at Pierre, who stood very close to Natalie. Their shoulders were nearly touching. They didn't seem uncomfortable about how close they were.

"Are you two going out?" I asked abruptly.

They both flinched and their faces quickly became red.

"I-is it that obvious?" Natalie stuttered.

"Yeah, what she said" Pierre added.

"Pretty obvious."

Their cheeks flared.

Chelsea began to smile at the two. "You guys are so cute."

"Thanks," they said at the same time. They looked at each other and then looked away. Their faces even more red than before.

"Well...We have to go somewhere. We have a..." Pierre began.

"Date to go to?" I jested.

Their faces were tomato red before they ran away.

I admit, they are cute together, like how Chelsea was gushing on about before, but I don't think they match too well. I never knew it would work out. Pierre is a 19 year old who looks as if he's 12 and Natalie is a tough mature woman. Oh well, it really is none of my business. As long as they're happy together.

We ran into Elliot and Julia later, they were planning on getting married in a few months. Now that is a couple that is different. Who knew Elliot had it in him to nab a girl like Julia. I bet all the guys on the island are jealous of the little nerd. But not me, obviously, I got the best girl of all.

"It seems like everyone got into a relationship." Chelsea said as we left the couple. I wonder if Witch Princess and Shea were also an 'item.' I can't imagine it. I bet the witch would use Shea as a slave or something, make him get ingredients for potions or spells.

Chelsea said hello to everyone except Vaughn, not because she was avoiding him. It was simply because he was in the city working, it was Friday after all. Chelsea wanted to meet Taro last, she was absolutely terrified of his wrath.

But it turned out that he wasn't mad at all.

"What do you mean?" Chelsea mused, confused.

"Remember the boy Mark? He wanted to become a rancher." Taro began to explain.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He requested if he could take over the farm." He said.

"Oh, okay. Wait... What about my house?" Chelsea asked, panic evident in her voice.

Taro began to chuckle. "No need to worry, Mark said he couldn't take your house because you might return eventually. He even refused after I offered it."

Chelsea sighed in relief. "Wait, you offered it to him?"

The old man nodded nonchalantly.

"At least he didn't take it. Well sorry for causing trouble, Taro," Chelsea sighed again. And at that we left the old man's house.

"Mark left out the fact he took my farm when we met up with him." Chelsea noticed.

"Well what else could he say? 'Hi Chelsea, glad to see your back. By the way I took your farm.'?" I mimicked Mark's voice.

She began to laugh. "I guess."

"He probably knew you were going to find out one way or another. At least he helped rejuvenate the island while you were away." I looked around, there were more tourists and it seemed much more livelier. We caught up with nearly everyone. "Wait, we forgot to meet one person." I said as we were steps away from her farm.

"What person? I-I'm pretty sure we met up with everyone." Chelsea began to stutter. I looked at her oddly, why was she stuttering?

"You forgot about Lily."

"Let's go ahead, we can meet Lily later. It is pretty late now!" She grabbed my hand and began to walk ahead.

"No, that's rude. It won't take long, I promise. It's only four." I said.

Chelsea sulked and reluctantly nodded.

I finally understood why she didn't' want me to meet Lily. She still hated me, unlike Lanna and the rest of the islanders. She refused to even look at me in the eye, her cheeks were pale. She seemed so afraid, as if I would try to hurt her again.

We both sat across from each other on the sofa in her hotel room. Chelsea sat next to me, obviously nervous.

"Thanks for having us over, Lily," Chelsea said as she began to look around, in hopes for a topic.

"It's my pleasure," She looked at me. "For some one that is." I gulped.

"You collected more treasure as we were gone." Chelsea admired the large ores she had mined. There were Pink Diamonds and Emeralds in glass cases around her room. I didn't know that these islands were such a gold mine, maybe that's why Uncle Regis came here. There was a large panda doll in one corner on top of a pile of treasure, as if it was king. The thought made me smile.

Lily smiled smugly. "Of course, I wouldn't stop doing my hobby. That would be like to stop beating my heart or to stop breathing."

After that a silence overtook the room.

Lily had calmed down a few seconds ago but was back to being nervous by the fact I was in her room. After the incident, we wouldn't dare cross each other's paths.

"I'm sorry about what I did to you before." I said abruptly. Lily's body stiffened.

"I was stupid and still a child when that happened. I didn't realize my stupid actions could affect someone so badly."

Lily looked at me with her mouth slightly opened and eyebrows lowered. She was shocked but more relaxed than before.

"I don't expect you to forgive me but I just want you to know I'm sorry." I apologized. I grabbed Chelsea's hand gently.

"I feel that we overstayed out visit. If you'll excuse us," We both stood up and headed to the door.

"Thank you for having us over." Lily was speechless, absolutely mute.

When we left, we closed the door behind us.

As soon as we stepped out of the inn, Chelsea wrapped her arms around my arm. "You know, I'm really proud about what you did."

I smiled and thanked her. Honestly, I was proud too, but I felt like I had to say it. I don't want to be the reason why Lily can never trust males ever again or cries at night.

When we reached home, we both collapsed onto her bed. We were both exhausted from walking all over the islands just to say hello again.

"Aren't you glad to be home?" I asked her.

She nodded with her eyes closed.

"Mark's doing a really good just as a farmer. I'm sure he'll never be as good as you though." Chelsea smiled at me as she opened up her drowsy eyes. The fields were overflowing with vibrant colors even though the sun was setting. If they were entered into a festival, they would be second, obviously behind Chelsea's crops.

Her eyes were still as beautiful even though they looked tired.

"It's only 4:48, I'm beat. You want to sleep now?" Chelsea asked as she yawned and stretched. I nodded and we both climbed into bed.

We both sat up on the bed and began to move around.

"There's not that much room on this bed." I said.

"No shit Sherlock. It's a single bed." Chelsea laughed.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You should get a bigger bed."

"You should go sleep in your yacht," the farmer teased.

"You know what, I'll just buy you a new bed later. Just let me sleep here tonight." I yawned and stretched my arms and legs.

She was hesitant. "Just sleep right?"

I grinned and nodded at her. "Of course." That kind of stuff should be saved for after marriage.

She returned the smile as I leaned forward to give her a good night kiss. She gently laid her head on her pillow. Then she stood up again. "So Will, exactly how long?"

I eyed her oddly. "What do you mean?"

"Well remember Victoria said she heard you say you liked me for too long? How long is long?"

My cheeks began to tint pink. "I don't know. Maybe a few months, maybe longer. I wasn't really sure until a few days ago. Love is really a new subject to me. Before you, the closest to love was simply lust."

Chelsea's eyes softened. "So I changed Mr. Player? Did you hang up your jersey yet?"

I shook my head. "That jersey was meant to be given to you." Her cheeks flushed as she looked away. "I usually don't like corny things but whatever."

I rolled my eyes. "So how about you?" I mused.

"I guess the same. You can say I'm still pretty new to love too. I don't think I loved or even liked Vaughn. Maybe it was admiration or just lust, like what you said. Whatever the reason was, I'm still a total novice at love." Chelsea explained. "So don't get angry if I do something wrong."

"Same here, except for the Vaughn part. It was the same…that'd be awkward."

She giggled, she's been laughing a lot lately. Was it because she was back home at the islands?

She yawned like a cat and stretched. She reached for her pillow and brought it towards her. She fell asleep as soon as she placed her head on the pillow. She looked so peaceful and innocent. My hand brushed the stray pieces of hair out of her cheek. A smile tugged on her lips.

I laid on the bed in the darkness.

A month had passed since we announced our official engagement to my family. Grandmother still didn't approve of Chelsea but was slowly warming up to her. She still acts as if she still doesn't approve. She's just being a stubborn old lady. Everyone else was fine with her. I remember Chelsea asked mother if we were going to tell them the truth, how we lied about being engaged at first. Mother said those who want to know the truth would have to buy the novel she's working on. She loves making everything like a game.

She isn't close to finishing the novel. She spent the last month gathering information from me and Chelsea. She was asking the most out of world questions like 'If you were going to propose to Chelsea with a flower, which would it be?' I answered that I wouldn't use a flower. Mother pouted as she asked Chelsea the same question with sparkles in her eyes.

I chuckled softly to myself at the memory. She asked the most extreme questions it made Chelsea flinch and occasionally blush.

It hasn't even been two years since I met Chelsea. I remember she was a ditzy idiot in love with a dark cowboy, eventually went out with him then broke up with him soon after, then she met my parents and we planned on a fake engagement, then she rejected my proposal, right after she proposed to me, we finally returned back to the islands, and now she's sleeping next to me as if we're married.

I could tell life was going to be easy now. No more mock engagements or drama.

My eyelids suddenly became heavy and were slowly lowering down. I allowed myself to go to sleep and dream.

I honestly don't remember my dream though I could tell it was a pretty decent dream. All I remembers was a cactus with a lion next to it. What the hell?

The next morning I woke up at twelve. How odd of me. I usually wake up around six as if I'm a farmer. Was it the time difference? But then again there isn't much of a large difference.

When I stood up on the bed, Chelsea wasn't there. She probably wanted to go visit Lanna or something. I got out of bed and stretched. I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. I headed towards the kitchen and began to heat up the stove. I checked through her ruby red refrigerator. Everything in it was still fresh, I'm sure Mark didn't restock her refrigerator every day.

I took out wheat flour, tomatoes, mushrooms, and onions out of the refrigerator. I set up the pots and began to make Spaghetti. When everything was set up and all I needed to do was put the noodles and sauce together. I decided to let it cool as I took a breather outside.

As soon as I walked out I heard laughter from two voices. Both of them were familiar. I craned my head over to the field and saw Chelsea and Mark throwing water from their watering cans.

"Stop it you're getting me wet!" Chelsea giggled as Mark splashed more water on her.

"That's because you dumped half of your water on me!" Mark laughed.

There was a sharp pain in my gut. I felt like running over there and punching Mark for making her laugh like that. That was my job.

Instead I silently walked back into Chelsea's house. I laid down on her carrot blankets.

Was I jealous?

What a new and odd feeling. What should I do? I cursed at myself silently.

I sighed as I cupped my face with my hands.

Then the door squeaked open. I stood up from the bed and saw Chelsea, drenched, silently heading towards her closet. She gasped when she noticed me.

"Oh, you're awake Will?" She asked me.

I nodded.

"Mmm...Something smells good. Did you make something?"

I nodded again, not looking at her. Man up, Will! Why are you avoiding her! You should talk it out, you are engaged to her anyways.

"Are you okay? You're pretty silent."

I shook my head. "I'm fine. By the way, why are you all wet? Was it raining outside?" I tried to sound as casual as I could.

Chelsea looked down at her clothes. "Yep well no. There was water but it wasn't precipitation. I had a water fight with Mark a few minutes ago."

"Oh."

"You should join. It's pretty fun and it's hot outside. It's also pretty stuffy in here. Some fresh air would be good for you " Chelsea offered as she began to look through her closet.

"I um…I made spaghetti. You want some?" I said, pointing to the spaghetti which was done cooling down. At that moment Chelsea's stomach began to growl.

"Sure, great timing." She headed to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask Mark if he wanted to eat some. He must be tired."

There was another painful feeling.

"Oh sure…" But she was already out the door.

Surely she can't be planning on leaving me for Mark? No way. I'm probably being too paranoid.

Moments later Mark walked into the house with Chelsea behind him. He was also drenched to the bone.

They sat down on the table as I got the spaghetti ready. They began to mingle comfortably together, talking about which crops to grow and areas that cows liked to be brushed. I wonder if I was a rancher, maybe I could join into the conversation. But wouldn't that be odd?

I handed both of them a plate a spaghetti. I tried my best not to spit into Mark's plate. They began to twirl their fork into the noodles.

"Wow, this is really good!" Mark complimented.

I gave him a face smile. "Thanks, means a lot to me." There was sarcasm dripping from my words. Luckily the blonde was too oblivious and had his attention to his food to notice it. Chelsea was still turning her fork.

"You're a really good chef Will. I'm lucky I have you," Chelsea said as she munched on the noodles.

I gave her a smile. It felt nice getting a compliment from Chelsea, the girl I love. It would've been better if Mark wasn't here to ruin the moment. I wanted to lean in and kiss her on the cheek in front of him but even I wouldn't steep that low. Eventually Mark left for the inn after an hour.

Chelsea stretched when she stood up because she had been sitting down on the chair the entire time.

"Mark's really nice don't you think?"

"No." I said nonchalantly as I placed the last dish on the dish rack. Chelsea looked at me, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Why were you so close with him today?" I asked, I tried my best not to make it seem like a command or a demand. What am I doing?

She lowered her eyebrows in confusion. "I wanted to help Mark with the farm work because it seemed allot for him. Taking care of cows, sheep, chickens, a dog, a cat, a horse, and crops isn't easy. I just wanted to help him. He is still new to it after all"

"That doesn't mean you have to invite him to lunch."

"I splashed some of the water from my watering can when I turned around and then we started a water fight. Inviting him for a meal doesn't make him my boyfriend or anything. It was an innocent friendly meal. Just because I hang out with someone else doesn't automatically make us lovers. I don't see why you're getting so worked about this."

I didn't know what to say.

"Is it wrong for me to hang out with other guys?" She questioned softly.

I stayed silent as I clenched my fists. Her words processed over and over in my head. She was right, about everything.

"I'm sorry."

Chelsea's azure eyes widened. "What…?"

"I got so jealous over something so stupid. You are right, I was overreacting." I admitted. I slid my palm down my face.

I was such an idiot.

Chelsea began to calm down as she wrapped her arms around me. "It's alright. It's like what we said before, we're both new to love. I'm pretty sure I would do the same if that happened to me. But it's good that you asked about it."

"I'm still really sorry." I apologized again. I felt as if I need to say sorry a million times. I looked at her quickly. "What do you mean?"

"You talked it out at least. You could have gone up to Mark and beat him senseless. Don't worry though. I would never leave you for someone else. That I promise." Chelsea gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise you too."

I can't handle losing her or even imagine losing her. The thought hurt me too much. I love her way too much. I don't want to give her to anyone else.

I opened the door and looked at the clock. It was almost eight. The lights were off and I walked over to the single bed to see Chelsea peacefully asleep. By the lights from the moon, around her arms I saw the teddy bear I bought for her when we she met Victoria the first time. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

In my pocket was a blue feather, when the time is right, I will finally become her real prince.

I hope this chapter is better than last version. I suck at writing endings, this was my first time.

For those of you who couldn't guess the manga this was based on….it was Moe Kare! One of the main characters was named Perverted Prince, thus the devious Will was born. I love the artist's works. (go check out Get Love!/Get Goal! Title keeps changing)

Both mangas are a little mature so little kids read it when you get older :O

What I originally planned for this story two years ago:

Vaughn really liked Chelsea, Will would try to take her away and try to sleep with her to prove she was his (from the manga).

But I didn't want to write that, which is why the updates were pretty slow in the beginning. (avoiding it XD) Then a year passed and the story line got all twisted and Will's family was born.

I wanted to say thanks to those who followed the story from the very beginning and those who entered during the middle of it.

Your reviews mean the world to me and I'm so grateful so many people read and hopefully enjoyed this fic.

Please check out the rest of my stories, especially Reaching For My Shadow. It's about Vaughn and Chelsea, it's a gift to all of my readers who requested for Chelsea to end up with Vaughn. There were a number of you.

Again, thank you so much. Q u Q

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