1. Dont Go (1/2)
hey guis~ i'm back to fanfiction(kinda) and i don't know if i'm gonna continue thdoo or not. not feeling the story anymore :/. well anyway, i'm gonna update this story once in a while, but they're only oneshots. harvest moon spinoffs from mvs ftw~
disclaimer~ i do not own harvest moon
dont go
vaughn walked out onto the balcony, leaving the door slightly ajar. he glanced up at the night sky for a second before adjusting his telescope. flipping open his binder, he jotted notes down while looking at the magnified view of the stars. he gave a half-smile, animals weren't for him anymore, not since that incident 5 years ago. he had found a new passion in the islands; the stars, and he now deserted himself at the edge of a rural area in a huge house, filled with tons of telescopes, maps, all dedicated to astronomy.
he huffed, slamming his binder shut, and walked down a long flight of stairs while whistling a tune. when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a rustle sounded. he froze, slowly turning towards the bush next to the staircase. vaughn found a garbage bag underneath it, barely concealed. slowly moving towards it, he moved it with a foot and quickly backed away. the back tilted forward, then rocked back to its original position. vaughn cautiously approached it, opening the top and pulling it down a bit, just to reveal the sleeping face of a girl. his eyes widened and he fell backwards, gasping for air.
slowly, he approached her again, pulling the trash bag completely away to find her fully clothed in a dress. she fell against him, and he caught her at the last second. the girl's hair was matted and almost black from dirt, her face covered in soot. is she dead? vaughn wondered, but at that time, she seemed to respond by taking a
eath, in and out. he gave a her soft look before looking at the stairs he just climbed down from, grumbling about how steep they were all the way to the top.
the next morning, vaughn was typing away at his computer with keeping an eye on the notes he had taken the night before. the girl he had saved was asleep on the couch, and slowly, she blinked her eyes open. she laid there for a few seconds before realizing she was somewhere...new. she sat up taking in her surroundings, 100% surprised. she turned around until she saw vaughn attached to his laptop. he glanced up to meet her eyes. "did you just wake up?" he asked.
she backed away at his words, and he tried holding in a chuckle, but failed miserably. he stood up, making his chair screech on the floor. the girl flinched. vaughn ran to the kitchen to heat up the leftover oatmeal he had just ate for
eakfast and placed it on the coffee table in front of the girl. he smiled at her while she stared up at him, "eat up," he said.
he walked back to get a glass of water for her, and by the time he got out, he could see her stuffing the oatmeal into her mouth. he quietly placed the glass onto the coffee table, and she glanced up at him. he laughed despite himself, for the oatmeal was stuck all around her mouth and it filled up her cheeks, making her look like a chipmunk. once she saw him, she slowed her pace at eating and looked at him cautiously.
"do you have a place to go?" he asked her, but she just shook her head.
after convincing her to take a shower, he began planning on his maps, where the stars would be next, what he would have to look at, etc. his maps were oddly placed around the house, and this particular one was in his kitchen. when the girl walked into the room drying her hair with a towel and wearing only his shirt, his eyes widened and followed her. he couldn't believe that under all that dirt, she was so...beautiful. perfect. her hair was a chestnut color, streaks of red running through it. her eyes,
ight blue, soft but sharp at the same time. she looked at him, feeling discomfort in the way he looked at her. she walked away and sat on a drop stool. giving a small pout, she sighed, staring at her hands.
vaughn could sense her discomfort and moved towards the refrigerator, a devious smile on his face. he glanced at her a second before opening the freezer - with a loud pop! turning the girl's head - and sticking his head into it. he playfully banged his hands against the sides of the fridge, as if he were really stuck in there. the girl glanced down and smiled, her large dimples showing and her eyes sparkling.
she was an artist, a true artist. her name was chelsea. those two facts ran on and on in vaughn's mind. nights later on vaughn's balcony while he was studying the stars, he kept taking glances at her; smiling to herself, twirling around in the swiveling chair she forced his to drag out there, drawing something with a hopeful expression, but hiding it with a smile when she caught him looking at her.
"hey, let's go somewhere." vaughn said while she was looking over his shoulder watching him work.
"hm. where?" chelsea asked back, tilting her head to the side.
vaughn smiled gleefully, "you'll see."
and by you'll see, vaughn meant a big, open field. a place where he used to go to help tend to animals, but that farm had been closed for a while, 6 years, was it? now, he used the field as a place to camp out and an area for work.
they arrived in the morning, around 9, where vaughn would set up the camp and the one huge telescope he insisted on
inging. chelsea on the other hand, ran around like a child in the tall grass, throwing smiles at him. she ran too far away, but really couldn't care. the wind blew her hair back, and she waved at vaughn, jumping up and down. he caught sight of her and waved back, motioning her to come back. she complied, sorta. still running around, but closer to him this time, she twirled, nearly falling from dizziness while vaughn just sat there, laughing at how cute she was.
the two fooled around until nightfall, where he began teaching her about stars, constellations, pointing them out together. they made grilled some meat on the small portable grill and chelsea handed vaughn the beer he had asked for. he fed her a piece, just off the grill and she blew in and out, they way someone would if the food was too hot. he laughed at her, "here, drink this." vaughn handed chelsea the beer, and she took a sip, before making an even more disgusted face and shivering, sticking out her tongue.
"it tastes horrible," she wrinkled her nose in disgust, handing him the can. he laughed at her, and she stuck out her tongue.
chelsea smiled suddenly, and picked up a sausage from the grill. she held it up to vaughn's mouth and giggled as he tried to eat it, but she kept moving it jut out of his reach before placing it back on the grill. she smiled cheesily and vaughn just shook his head, chuckling.
with their dinner done, vaughn sat staring up at the stars. he pulled chelsea onto his lap and pointed out pegasus's constellation. chelsea looked at it for a second before turning to face him, her head full of questions, but forgot all of them once she saw his expression. vaughn slowly leaned in to kiss her, and her eyes strayed for a moment before looking back at him. their first kiss wasn't much more of a peck, but it left the atmosphere around them a with a little more tension before vaughn
oke the mood, stating, "you're really bad at kissing," which earned him an elbow in the gut.
she smiled at him then, and he smiled back, but his smile faltered. he shook his head, because for half a second, he hadn't seen chelsea, but someone else, with long, flowing black hair, purple eyes, and wide-rimmed glasses smiling at him. his first love, the one that changed his gruff personality to what it is now.
chelsea sat on the had just gotten home from their little trip, and she was working on a drawing. it was a drawing of vaughn, and it was surprisingly accurate. she smiled as she shaded in the last details, done! she thought, and giggled to herself. vaughn crept towards her, trying to get a glimpse of the drawing. but she yelled at him to go away and hid the drawing close to her body, running off into her room and slamming the door, laughing and panting. vaughn, on the other hand, was pounding against the door demanding to see the drawing. chelsea ran to her drawer and hid her sketchbook behind it.
but unknown to the both of them, there was a man watching them and sighing.
chelsea walked into vaughn's workroom, smiling to herself. she stopped when she saw vaughn asleep on his desk. grabbing a blanket, she covered him with it. as she was about to turn away, her eye caught onto something, and she picked up a photo album from his desk. flipping through it, her usual smile faltered. the album was filled with pictures of him and a girl with black hair and piercing purple eyes, their fun times together on that field vaughn and chelsea were just at.
chelsea crunched on potato chips one by one while reading a book. vaughn was on the other side of the room cleaning out his telescope while humming to a tune. his phone started ringing and he picked it up, pressing 'talk' to the unknown caller.
"hello?" he asked.
the man on the other side of the phone replied in a straightforward, angry tone, "why did you make my situation bad by taking in that girl in the plastic bag?"