Chapter 1 For the Love of the Goddess!

It was a winter morning, usually nice and quiet, but this was disturbed by a lot of yelling. This came from Angela and Gill, since they were fighting over something utterly useless. Well, not really utterly useless, actually it was quite the opposite. This was news that should've concerned the whole town.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE, IT'S BECAUSE YOU WANT TO!" shouted a certain blonde haired boy.

"You know, Gill, I don't want to leave, but I have to. My mother needs a carer, and I've got everything taken care of" Angela said, to her boyfriend.

"….Fine..." he said, finally calming down.

"You know, Gill. I'll love you forever. Just…just don't forget me." She said to him, sobbing. He said nothing. Then, he just left.

Five Years Later

Angela, after five years of taking care of her mother, came back to Waffle Town. She didn't come back alone however. She came with a brown haired boy, Evan. He had brown hair, blue eyes and was pretty tall but skinny for his age. His father was quite obvious, since Angela was way to busy to date people. And, she didn't want to, anyways. That memory burns her brain, and it's pretty permanent. She entered the town, quite undetected, since it was about 2am in the morning on the first of Spring. The only person who knows about Evan was Pascal.

It was the second of Spring, she was in her old house and she did her work. When she outside of her house, she was welcomed by a scream. She looked ahead and saw her best friend and her sister, aka Luna and Candace. She looked up and she was "bombarded" with hugs and tears.

"When did you come back?" Luna asked.

"Yesterday morning, like really early." Angela said.

"..N-nice to h-have…you back…Angela" Candace whispered.

"Thank you, Candace." She replied back.

"Oh, Luna, can you come with me, I'd like to ask and tell you about some things." Angela said, looking at the confused face of Luna.

"Fine, fine," Luna said, while following Angela back. When they entered her house, she immediately noticed the small shoes.

"Angela? What is this?" she asked, pointing at the shoes.

"…Fine. It's about time I told you." Angela said, pretty nervously.

"You remember the day I left, don't you?" she continued.

"Yup. Pretty traumat- traumi- harsh day." Luna said, trying to say the word 'traumatising'. Angela laughed.

"Well, I left pregnant. The shoes belong to my son." She said.

"Your son?" she questioned.

"Yup. Would you like to meet him?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Evan! Come down here so you can meet Aunt Luna!" she shouted. Immediately, the boy came down, still in his pyjamas.

"Hello, Aunt Luna." He said, sheepishly.

"Aunt? That's a little too….old sounding to me." She said.

"Evan, please go dress up." Angela asked her son.

"Ok, mum." And he left.

"…Who's the father?" she asked, shaking.

"Isn't it obvious?" Angela muttered darkly. Luna definitely heard what she had said.

"…Oh, him."

"Well, I'm sending the whole town here, whether you like it or not." Luna continued on pretty cheerfully.

"Fine, just don't ask him. Ok?" I asked, quite angrily.

"…You need to meet him, sooner or later." Luna said sweetly.

"Fine, invite him." She lied. She didn't want to see Gill.

A few hours later, she had, literally the whole town at her place, for some sort of welcoming party. Most of the time, everyone asked about Evan. She was lucky, since no one asked who his father was. Well, she thought too soon.

"Hey, Angie, who's Evan's father?" Luke asked, shouting and making everyone silent. She stood there, trembling, shaking, crying, all the negative feelings that could come out. Everyone stood there shocked at her outburst of emotions. When she got herself to calm down, she told herself that she would mentally kill herself if she told everyone it was him.

"Well, I'm gonna tell you this…h-he's c-c-closer than you thi-" she stopped midway through her sentence as fear got through her. Everyone stood there, it was all silent.

"Come on, let's keep partying!" Luna said, breaking the silence and covering up the mess at the same time. Angela, who was sitting in the corner, having a mental breakdown had made everyone go away. She even made Gill, who actually turned up, to go. Luna had told him to move, if he wanted to live and that she would explain everything to him later. He merely nodded and continued on with the party. Soon enough everyone left, just Angela, Luna and Gill were still behind. Evan, was placed to sleep.

"So, Luna, are you going to tell me anything?" Gill asked right after yawning. Well, it was about….12am in the morning.

"Not too much, I'm just going to tell you two things. Are you listening carefully? Because I'm only going to say this twice." Luna said slowly and cautiously.

"Right, I'm listening." He said, getting impatient.

"She's cried because of you, her memory is still all about you. And the other thing is that you should talk to her more." She said slowly.

"She cried be-be-be" he stopped as his sentence wouldn't come out of his mouth due to his shocked tone.

"Yes, Gill. How much more thick headed can you be? She cried because of you." Luna repeated. He didn't say anything. He just left, gobsmacked. Angela had just come back from the bathroom when he left, and didn't know who Luna was talking to.

"Hey, Luna! Who were you talking to?" Angela asked.

"Gill. Giving him some of his own medicine."

"Do you….err…?"

"Nope."

"Well, you gotta tell him some day, Angie." She repeated. Angela knew that Luna wasn't serious, as she would only call her by her nickname.

"I know, I know, I know, Luna. I just….can't get myself to do it." Angela said, sarcastically. Luna, who thought she was telling the truth, actually bought it.

"Well, I'm outta here, before grandma kills me for not being there!" she shouted as the left. Angela, who didn't know what happened, she just let it go, and went to bed.