Hey guys! So this is my first fan fiction. I just started it for fun, but I'd love to know what you think. I feel as though the world needs more Owen fan fiction :) So bare with me on this first chapter. It's not great but it gets things rolling, and it will be switching occasionally to Owen's P.O.V and maybe someone else's ;) thank you so much for reading and let me know what you think! (P.S I don't own the icon image. I got it from a Photobucket site)
Molly's P.O.V.
When I shut the door behind me I leaned up against it and let a sigh pass my lips. Mayor Hamilton sure could talk. It seemed that in the three days I had been there, he had taken up almost all of my time showing me around, introducing me to people and telling me every single thing I would need to do to get my farm up and running. I mean I understood it, I was new to this whole farming thing, but I wasn't an idiot. I could learn.
Why I agreed to take the job offer of running this old, abandoned farm, I couldn't tell you, although I did know part of the reason. I needed to get away from the city, or more importantly my parents. I was tired of living the life they wanted me to, the kind that involved grand parties and Champaign and limos. It just wasn't who I was, whoever that might be. At first, when I told my parents about moving to Waffle Island, they just shrugged it off as a phase and said they wouldn't fight it, but once they realized I was serious, they got a little more guarded, worrying that I would never come back.
Truth is, I didn't want to go back. I wanted to build a life here.
Begrudgingly, I pushed myself back onto my feet and stared at the suitcase sitting next to my bed. I hadn't even had time to unpack. And when the clock mounted on the wall in the kitchen struck nine, I knew that unpacking would just have to wait until the morning.
The morning. That meant waking up at an ungodly hour. That was one thing I wasn't prepared for when I took this job: early hours.
I fell into bed, without even bothering to change into my pajamas. I thought back to all of the faces I had met that day. Eyes closed, I tried to put together the faces and relationships.
First, there was Gill, the Mayor's son with no sense of humor who spent his life behind his maple desk. Then there was the Fishery, with Ozzie and his nephews, Toby and Paolo. There was that farm down the road with that grumpy couple, Ruby and Craig, and their shy daughter Anissa. Renee and her parents owned the animal farm on the hills behind the mountain. And then there was that Inn, where there were like, a million people to remember.
As I felt myself drifting I tried to go through the names quickly. There was Colleen and Jake, and their annoyingly perky daughter, Maya. Yolanda was the head cook at the small café they had on one side of the lobby, and there was that rude guy, Chase? I couldn't remember him exactly; I just remembered that he eyed me suspiciously before quickly turning back to the vegetables he was chopping behind the counter. Then that blond girl, Kathy I think her name was, interrupted my staring.
There were more people, ones whose faces seemed to just blur together as I felt my breathing slow down and drifted to sleep.
Sun peaked through the curtains and filled the room as the clock in the kitchen struck six. My eyes fluttered open, squinting slightly at the light blinding me from the window next to me. I groaned, rolling over in my bed and pulling the covers up over my head. Why did farmers need to get up so early? Was it, like, against the rules to water plants at night? But I wanted to succeed, so after a minute or two I managed to convince myself to get out of bed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. Before I even had time to stand up there was a knock on my door. I stumbled over, catching myself on the kitchen table when I tripped, and turned the doorknob.
When I saw Mayor Hamilton behind the door I wanted to groan, but I composed myself. Realizing how embarrassing that would be if I had let it slip I blushed, and cleared my throat as the Mayor started to speak.
"Well good morning, Molly," he said cheerfully. "How are you doing today?"
"Um, good. I'm good," I mumbled, trying to force a smile. It was just too early, I barely knew where I was let alone how I was.
"Great to hear, great to hear," he said. "So I was thinking last night about your farm, and I know Ruth and Craig gave you some seeds to start out with, but in regards to your current financial situation, I feel as though it would be best if you worked around the island a little to earn some extra money."
My eyes were sticking, and I struggled to keep them open. I tried desperately to keep up with what he was saying, but I had a hard time doing it.
"So I talked to some of the people around town to see if they needed any help. Dale, the carpenter down the road, said that he could use an extra pair of hands for a few days if you were interested. I told him you were."
Dale, that was the other man I had met the day before, and his son.
"He said you could stop by today when you're done with your farming here, say around noon?"
I nodded politely. "Thanks, Mayor," I said. "That was really sweet of you. I'll be sure to stop by." It totally wasn't what I planned on saying to him, but it just kind of slipped out. Must have been the morning confusion.
"Great! I'll go let him know. Have a great day, Molly."
"You too," I called after him. I shut the door behind me, wanting so desperately to run back to bed and never move again. But I didn't, I just walked to the kitchen and searched for something to eat. There were three eggs from Renee, some milk, and two oranges from Ruth. That was enough for one meal. I really needed to get some food.
After breakfast and a quick shower I made my way out to the field and started planting the few seeds that Ruth had given me the day before. The field was a mess, nothing but weeds that were almost as tall as I was, and dry soil. By the time noon came around only half of the soil had been weeded, and I did my best at planting and watering what I had. I looked at my watch; it was time for my new job. Great.
I threw off my gloves and started down the path next to my house, the one the Mayor had taken me down the day before. In the distance I could see the Carpenters, and as I passed the forest I hear someone call out to me.
"Molly! Hey, what's up?" I turned my head to see Dale's son barreling down the path the forest toward me.
"Uh, hey," I said stopping. "It's Luke right?"
He smiled as he caught up to me. "Right you are," he replied. He began walking in synch with me, his axe hung over his shoulders and his arms wrapped around the wooden handle. "So Hamilton just stopped by and told us you were gonna be working here for a few days." He was looking down at me, a smile spread across his face.
"Yeah, I need to earn some extra money," I explained. "I can't get a farm started without crops."
He laughed, "That's true. But hey it's gonna be fun having someone else to work with. Between you and me, I can get pretty sick of Bo and my dad." He winked at me as he held the door open. I walked through the doorway and Dale looked up at me. "Molly!" he called. "Welcome, welcome. Thank you so much for lending a hand around here. We have a huge remodeling job at the Town Hall and the boys need my help."
"We don't need your help, old man," Luke chimed, clapping me on the back as he passed me. "You just want to feel needed around here."
"Watch yourself, Luke," Dale grumbled. Then to me he said, "Anyway, it would be nice if we could have someone to work orders and stuff here. You know, so we don't have to close down the store all week."
I smiled politely. "No problem, sir," I replied. "It'll be good for me to earn some cash."
There was a crash as Luke dropped his axe on the floor next to the door and walked off into a back room. I jumped, and when he saw my eyes dart over to Luke Dale said, "Don't worry, Molly, it'll be a lot quieter around here once we leave." He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Now what do you say I show you the ropes? It's easy."
