Hiya~! Enjoy some semi-cute-ish CeliaxJack from Harvest Moon DS! Sorry if it's bad, this is my first time trying a one-shot like this. Please review and tell me what you think!

-Mitti

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She wasn't expecting to fall in love.

As pleasurable as the idea sounded, Celia had no intention of becoming a protagonist in a romance novel, similar to the ones her friend Lumina read and fawned over on a daily basis. Often another friend of hers, named Muffy, had talked about the appeal of finding a handsome date, and since it was Celia's very nature to be polite she always agreed with a faux understanding what it was like to admire a guy.

Celia had unconsciously refused to fall in love.

However, her mind reconsidered when someone else moved into the Valley.

The brunette met him a few weeks after he arrived. She'd heard rumors from their customers and from the people who visited the Goddess Pond when she did; that his name was Jack, he moved into his papa's old farm, and that he was firmly resolved to save that farm that his father had put so much sweat and blood into.

When she met him face-to-face, it wasn't the meeting she – or anyone, really – would've hoped for.

She had busied herself in gathering seeds in their store that Vesta had requested they plant out in the fields. With an occupied mind she wasn't paying attention to the sound of the wooden door opening, and with her arms full of seed bags she hadn't seen the person walk in, either.

Until she literally ran into him, that is.

"Oof!" she had squeaked, falling flat on her bottom as the seeds tumbled and spilled out of her arms around her. "Oh, dear!" she then exclaimed with a sigh, before realizing that another innocent victim of the collision was also on the ground, wincing.

Noticing this, she bolted upright, stammering, "A-ah! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" while he, looking slightly dazed, brought his gaze to meet her own. It was then that Celia recalled that she hadn't seen him before. This was very peculiar, what with the Valley being such a small place . . . although she hadn't spoken to some people very often, she knew everyone here . . .

"I'm fine," the brown-haired boy finally replied, standing up as well before looking at the mess of seeds and sacks that lay strewn around the floor. "Sorry about your seeds," he apologized sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"O – o-oh!" Celia had just remembered them. Immediately falling back onto her knees and grabbing a seed bag, she fretted, "I'm so clumsy. Oh, I hope the seeds aren't ruined!"

The boy laughed, before reaching down and helping Celia pick up the handfuls of seeds and stuff them into the bag she held. "You seem more concerned about the seeds than yourself," he remarked, his voice not holding any ill-intent whatsoever. He seemed very amicable with his words, in fact.

"Vesta and Marlin have worked hard to get all these seeds," she replied, giving a breathless smile as she scooped up more handfuls. "And they were generous enough to let me have this job as their farmhand."

He nodded understandingly, before taking another bag and beginning to dip the seeds in there. "By the way, my name's Jack," he introduced. "I'm the new farmer."

"A-ah!" Celia stuttered again, an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks, "Where are my manners?" she chastised herself. "My name's Celia."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Celia," Jack had replied, shooting her a warm smile that reached his compassionate brown eyes. Despite herself and her un-romantic policies, Celia couldn't help but give a meek, tiny smile in response.

"The pleasure is all mine, Jack."

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