Different Love (Chelsea and Vaughn)

Chapter 10

Vaughn's P.O.V
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I'll return one day, and it won't be pretty either.

I don't even want to know what those words could possibly mean. I just know that I feared them.

The dream flashed through my mind again. The way how the body sat lifeless in the chair, so dead and... unmoving, if that even is a word. Is it possible that she can some how haunt my dreams? And if not, then why am I all of a sudden thinking about her. She is just some... monster... a horrible, cold monster who only-

A cup of hot milk spilled on my lap and I shot up and knocked the chair over. Everyone in the diner had their eyes on me and all I could do was look at the person across the table from me. Julia's face was red from laughing so hard while Chelsea looked as if she was trying to hold back a laugh.

"I thought you would've learned by now how to not knock things over." I heard my voice waver a little as I tried to keep myself calm. "Well yeah, I did but I had to do something to get you to wake up." "So you spilled milk on me!?" Chelsea jumped and Julia stayed calm and nodded. "Yes, yes I did, and it would be best if you lowered your voice. From the looks of it, you are not outside and everyone's looking at you, thought you should know." I then became fully aware of all the eyes of people staring at me.

I walked out the diner and outside into the fresh air. My pants now felt uncomfortable and wet from the milk and I sighed. Great, this day is just freaking great. Just beautifully amazing. I walked to the house... or store, call it whatever, and slammed the door behind me. Mirabelle rushed from behind the counter and up to me.

"Vaughn, is everything alright?" A worried look crossed her face. I nodded and walked up the stairs into my room. I changed from my work pants, into gray sweat pants and changed my shirt into a black shirt and black sweater. I left my boots by the door and instead, changed into black socks. Before you ask, no I'm not goth or emo or whatever you want to call it, I just don't like bright colors flashing in front of my face.

There was a soft knock on my door. Julia would've nearly broke the door down when she knocks, and Mirabelle rarely knocks, just walks in, so I knew it couldn't be any of them.

I opened the door to see the mousy girl who is very rich, Sabrina.

"H-hello Vaughn, I s-saw what h-happened at t-the d-diner," Does this girl have a stuttering problem or something? "And I w-wanted t-to s-see if you w-were ok." Ok, is she cold or something, because if not, she's going to have to do something about it when she talks to me.

"I'm fine." I waved her off and expected her to be gone when I turned around. Ha, you wish. She was still standing by the door looking all around the room, and I could notice a small look of disgust on her face. If she doesn't like the look of my room, she can leave. She's gonna leave anyways so, I might as well kick her out.

I turned and looked at her, deciding how to kick her out without sounding rude. "Am I missing something here?" Julia stood directly next to Sabrina, no way telling how she got there. I shook my head and gave her a pleading look to get her to leave some how.

It was an awkward moment of silence of Julia giving me a confused look and Sabrina blushing at nothing while staring at me, that's creepy, and me giving Julia a look I hope she'll read correctly.

"Sabrina, your dad is downstairs." Mirabelle shouted. Sabrina perked up and ran to the stairs.

I silently thanked Mirabelle in my head and faced Julia.

"What do you want?" I looked at her in a confused way. "Last time I checked, you were the one who spilled milk on me, and then came up to me, so I should be asking you, what do you want?"

She looked at me with a thoughtful look and walked away, leaving me completely and utterly confused.

"Julia, Chelsea is here for you." Wow everyone sure is stopping by, the whole island might as well come piling in. Julia and her loud feet stomped down the stairs really fast. I heard a few mumbled words and soon the tv they turned on drowned them out.

I turned back around and walked into my room, closing the door behind me. I jumped into the bed with my face buried deep into the pillows. It was quiet and relaxing except for the tv that I barely heard. Nice and relaxing... nice... and... relaxing... nice... relax...