When Love Strikes, Jealousy Grows, and Tragedy Follows:

A/N- Hey Guys, I hope you like Velsea romance. And I'd better get some reviews, even if it's to be flamed! (Although I prefer constructive criticism.) This is based a few years after Chelsea arrives, so she & Vaughn are actually friends now. (Maybe more…XD)

Chelsea's P.O.V.

I was walking to the animal shop. I needed some fodder for my cows, sheep and horse. I and some chicken feed, don't forget the chickens. The bell rang as I opened the door. Vaughn was sitting down, sorting through some animal equipment.

"Hey Vaughn." I called. He tipped his hat.

"Hey." Julia walked in from the kitchen.

"You know, Chelsea, aside from me and mum, you're the only one Vaughn replies to when greeted." Vaughn grunted at that.

"That's 'cuz she's the only one of y'all that doesn't force me into a conversation." I smiled.

"Julia, is Mirabelle in? I need some fodder and feed."

"Right here, dear." Mirabelle said as she stood up from behind the counter. I handed her the G, and she placed the fodder & feed on the counter. "Vaughn, help her carry this, would you?" Vaughn got up and took the feed.

"Come on, Chelsea." I blushed, and we walked out, carrying the animal food. When we got to my barn, we stored the feed in the dispenser, and I started putting some of the fodder into the feed bins. I turned around, and was surprised to see Vaughn doing the same. I stopped for a moment, staring. Vaughn looked up.

"Are you going to feed the animals, or not?"

"Oh, I was j-just uh, surprised that you where willingly helping me..." I started slightly.

"Err, well, you're just getting over a cold, so I figured I would help out a little." He blushed, and tugged his hat down to cover his beautiful amethyst eyes. We finished placing the fodder, and moved onto feeding the chickens. We sat in the middle of a group of them, feeding them by hand.

At one point, when Vaughn wasn't looking, I put a little bit of feed on the rim of Vaughn's hat. When he turned to face me, a chicken jumped at his hat, knocking him onto his back, where he promptly was sat on bythe chicken. I doubled over, laughing.

My reward was a sarcastic-"What a comedian your chicken is."-which sent me laughing even harder. Later, when we were done work, we sat outside under my apple tree. I looked around at the trees while I munched on an apple.

'The trees are so full of color. They're beautiful!' I though to myself.

"Hey, Vaughn?"

"Yeah?"

"What's your favorite season?" I looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Winter. The ground is frosty, the air is cool, and no one stops to chat." At this, I frowned.

"That's not a very social comment." He looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"And you were expecting what…?" I sighed, and rolled my eyes. He grinned. "Oh, and one more reason… I love the color of the winter sky. It's a beautiful icy blue. Just like a certain person's eyes." He glanced at me, smirking. I blinked, and could feel myself blushing.

"Hey, Vaughn….?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you…Do you have any plans for dinner tonight?"

"…No. I was just going to eat at the diner again."

"Do…do you mind if I keep you company?" He glanced sideways at me.

"What happens if I say yes?" I pouted.

"You're stuck with me anyway." He gave me one of his mischievous smiles.

"Alright then. Since it seems I have no choice…" He turned away, pulling down his hat. "I'd be happy to have you join me for dinner tonight." I blushed even more, and I'm SURE he was blushing too.

"I'll pick you up here." He mumbled. I just nodded. At this point, we were both blushing a deep red. Then, with perfect timing, my dog, brownie, leaped between us and began thoroughly kissing (licking) us. The tension evaporated. "Hey there girl." Vaughn rubbed brownies head, and got a licked nose for his effort. I laughed.

"Vaughn… you're expression is priceless!" He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine then. Here." He then gently shoved Brownie onto my lap. "Hey!" I pouted. And, of course, retaliated. A/N-Anyone want to guess how? Hmmm? Hmmmmmmmm? Back to story.

I moved Brownie off my lap, and stole Vaughn's hat, running off with it.

Vaughn's P.O.V.
"Hey! Come back here!" Give me my hat back!" I scrambled up, chasing after Chelsea. She ran back down the oath leading to the rest of town. "Give me my hat back!" I yelled.

"You've gotta catch me first, Cowboy!" We passed over the bridge, and Chelsea kept going, aiming towards the beach. "Come on, Cowboy! You can go faster than that!" I tried to go faster, but I'm more used to chasing animals than humans…

"Give me my hat back, Damn it!" We ran past the dock, and Chelsea splashed into the water, holding my hat high above her head. I chased after her, gaining as her as she struggled through the water, which was already up to her waist. I quickly caught up to her. She was still holding my hat high above her head, at arm's reach.

She was still trying to run, but had slowed down severely, due to the fact that the water was up to her stomach, while it was only up to my waist. I reached out, trying to snatch my hat from her grasp. Unfortunately, I missed. "Damnit…..." I grit my teeth and tackled Chelsea, knocking her into the water. She dropped my hat, and briefly sank beneath the waves. I quickly pulled her back up, at the same time grabbing my hat off the surface of the water and putting back on top of my head, out of reach.

"V-Vaughn!" Chelsea spluttered through a mouthful of water.

"Sorry. But you had my hat." Chelsea pouted.

"Party pooper." I raised an eyebrow.

"If I'm such a party Pooper, then why do you want to go to the diner with me?" Chelsea stretched up onto her tiptoes. I leaned down, thinking she wanted to tell me something. Instead, she did something that totally surprised me.

She kissed me. Wha-?

Chelsea's P.O.V.
I don't know what drove me to do it. I just kissed him. His eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. So we stood there in the water for a moment, kissing. Then we broke apart.

"That's why." I said simply. Vaughn looked at me, and for once he wasn't wearing his expressionless mask. I could see that he was confused, but not unhappy. In fact, he was almost smiling. And this is Vaughn we're talking about. Then, he pulled his newly recovered hat down, covering his expressions.

"You'd best go get ready for diner." He told me. I smiled. "6 o'clock. Don't be late, Cowboy." He tipped his hat back up, and this time I saw a smile as he started to wade back to shore. "I wouldn't miss it."

-End Flashback-

"Chelsea, yoo-hoo!" Julia was waving her hand in front of my face.

"Oh…..Sorry Julia…." I muttered. She looked at me sadly.

"It's okay. I know you have a good reason for being…distracted right now." Yeah. I'd say it was a very good reason.

I'd probably never see Vaughn ever again.

_A/N:CLIFFIE!Tee-hee im evil. dont worry, ill update soon. but i need reviews.