(A/N: Okay, this is the sequel to TCtFaaWLA: ALS, starring The Girl Dabbing Her Eyes. I know I promised you "Not-So-Typical Love Story" and "What a Girl Wants" and "That Different Girl", even though you don't know what those are yet. Also, if you read that and are expecting a similar story, I'm going to disappoint you. This is much more of a romantic drama, but a lot of jokes borrowed from "Married With Freaks" are slipping in anyway... Oh, and if you gouge your eyes out from bad writing, I am NOT responsible. Well, I kinda am... Anyway, future chappies should be better!)
Chapter One: They Meet in an Entirely Non-canon event
Samantha stood,
looking at the farm she'd just bought in Forget-Me-Not Valley,
wondering if she'd gotten lost.
Surely, this couldn't be the
gigantic farm that Jack and Nami had run together a century ago,
followed by Miro and Kate, Suki and Marc, and now Jack, who had died
last week.
Coincidentally, that was the same date as the death of
her parents last week, Won and Chelsea, but this was something
Samantha chose not to dwell upon, as that was why she had gotten on
the train here; so she could move on with her life. Anyway.
This
farm was a mess, though. Lots of rocks, weeds, and branches. Reminded
her of the stories Mom told her about the farm when she first came to
Mineral Town. And there was a little old dude, calling himself
Takurakura, or something like that, and loudly explaining all of the
intricacies of running a farm, despite the fact that Samantha had
never been more than three miles away from a farm in her entire life,
so she probably knew a damned thing or two about how to run one.
But,
thankfully, Takurakura seemed to consider his work done, for he
finally gave her some turnip seeds and left. Samantha tilled the
ground with her hoe, and planted the seeds, and watered them. Then,
incredibly tired, she wandered over to the house and went to
sleep.
And all that was three weeks ago. The farm had been doing
well. She'd had three turnip harvests so far, and gotten herself a
very nice chicken that she kept outside. So Samantha was fully ready
to go to sleep right now, and her head was about to touch the pillow
when she felt a pointy corner poke td/tdagainst her cheek.
Confused, she reached over to the pillow and felt a card. Picking it
up, she muttered out loud what was written on the card:
"(in
lavish big print) Steiner! (in normal print) The
Thief/Pimp/Chef/Rapist/Magician!" Samantha looked up at the
ceiling, and then yelled to the world,
"WHO DOES THIS STEINER
FREAK THINK HE IS?"
"Did somebody call my name?"
Samantha looked very pale, then slowly turned around. Some... guy...
was leaning against the wall by her door. Specifically, a guy with
long silver hair and some... weird clothes. Yeah...
"Yes,
that's me. I am... Steiner!" The audience gasped in shock.
NOT!
"How did you get here? I don't see any broken
windows!"
"You left the door unlocked."
"Crap."
"So,
you know who I am. I've come to steal something..."
"But
what is there to steal?" Samantha sounded nervous; she was
backed up against the table with her diary on it, and Steiner was
leaning against the chair closest to her now, hands clenched on the
chair's back.
"Don't lie to me, Samantha." Now Samantha
was almost sitting on the bed, holding a pillow to her chest.
"How
the hell do you know my name?"
"Oh, you'd be
surprised..." Steiner was leaning over Samantha, who was spread
out along the sheets.
"Damnit, if you're going to do what I
think you're planning on doing, I am going to murder you some- mmph!"
The "mmph!" was the result of Samantha feeling Steiner's
lips on her's.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR? You're
supposed to keep that for chapter 4 at least!"
"Oh, bad
bad girly! You're supposed to keep that 4th wall nice and intact! I
don't want it broken! Besides, I can tell I stole your first kiss.
Adieu!" And with that, Steiner blew her a kiss and snapped his
fingers... and nothing happened...
"DAMN!" He scurried
out the front door.
"Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll wake up and
this'll be a dream..." Samantha shrugged and promptly fell
asleep.
