Hello pplz! this is my very first time writing a harvest moon fanfic. Please R&R thanks!

The smell of the scrumptious porridge filled the kitchen. I hummed a song while pouring the liquid into a bowl and sealed it with Cling wrap. Gingerly placing the dish in a box, I hurried out of my house and rushed past Chen's shop; throwing greetings and smiles to every person I came across. I stopped immediately in front of Mirabelle's house and took a deep breath. I mentally slapped myself for being late for Vaughn's birthday party. Will he be angry at me?

I knocked on the door. A voice came from the other side. "Yes, who is it? I'm sorry if you're a customer, we are closed today because we are celebrating a very very special person's –"

"You don't have to tell everyone who knocks on the door this, Julia." A grunt was heard.

"Excuse me? Complain again and I'll stuff that cowboy hat into your mouth," Julia threatened.

There was a grumble. "If you keep acting like this, you'll never earn Elliot's heart. Well… not with that attitude."

"Hey! Are you suggesting that he only likes me for my body?"

"I never said anything like that."

"Well, your words then sounded like it." Julia snorted.

"That was just you and your girl theory."

"What? Vaughn! Do you have any idea –?"

I laughed quietly to myself as I listened to those two argue. I knocked on the door again, harder this time. "Hello? Vaughn? Julia? Is that you two in there?"

Silence filled the air. Then there was a reply, "Oh Chelsea? Is that you?" It was Julia's voice. She burst through the door and hugged me tightly. "It is you Chelsea! Welcome to the birthday party."

I smiled and returned the hug. "Thanks Julia."

She drew back and gave me a dazzling smile – a smile that would had melted any boy's heart if they saw it.

Julia is my best friend and one of the pretty girls on the island. Today, she wore brown boots, a white t-shirt and a pair of short jeans. Her sea blue eyes narrowed when it landed on Vaughn.

"Aren't you going to welcome Chelsea?"

Vaughn shrugged and diverted his attention on the table with many dishes. "Let's hurry and eat so we can end this party quickly."

Julia rolled her eyes and flicked her blonde hair back. "He's like that to everyone. I mean literally everyone. He's even cold to Lanna, the famous Pop star who I tried to set him up with."

I laughed. "Ah… I still remember the failed set up at the diner. He left as soon as he figured out your plan."

"Well I'm simply not interested." Vaughn's violet eyes flickered to mine and then to Julia's. "You should have asked me first."

Julia lifted her shoulder. "I was trying to help you. I'm worried that you'll never get married."

Sniggering, I walked and stopped in front of him. "Here is your birthday present, hope you like it!"

He stared at the plain box in my hands and shuffled his cow boy boots against the floor board. "What is this? Are you going to give me a cardboard box?"

"No, no… this is just the cover. Open it, there is something you like inside." I placed it in his hands and grinned at him. "Go on."

He bit his lips and settled down on the chair. Lifting the lid and peeking inside, his eyes lit up. "This is porridge…"

I nodded ecstatically. "Do you like it?"

He shifted in his chair and coughed. "This is pretty good…" He carefully put it on the table. "How long did it take for you to make it?"

"Well, I practised a lot before I actually learned how to cook it properly and not make a failed dish."

He looked up from the table, meeting my gaze. "So you put in a lot of effort?"

I shrugged casually. "Well, if I add it up, it only took 36 hours."

"Thanks," he hastily whispered.

I froze in my spot. Did he just thank me? "I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard right. What did you say?"

He grunted and dipped his hat down, hiding his eyes and face. "I said thanks; do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no, don't misunderstand… I'm happy that you like it." The corner of my lips curved up into a broad smile. "It's great."

Julia smirked and took a seat across Vaughn. 'Well, let's chow down. Shall we?"

I beamed and grabbed the chair next to Julia. "I can't wait."

We ate while chatting – well… it was mostly Julia and me who talked the most. Vaughn did not indulge in our conversations as it was mostly about boys. He sipped soundlessly on the porridge, often glancing up if we mentioned his name. I took a bite on the homemade curry. It was delicious. The warm rice socked in the spicy sauce, causing each mouthful to be filled with mouth-watering flavours. It should be sold in the diner and everyone on the island would be hurrying there every night to buy it.

There was a sudden knock on the door. We all looked up and exchanged glances. I stood up and opened the door. "I'm sorry, but I think this place is closed –" I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I saw the person's face. He had blonde hair and brown cap worn backwards on his head. He wore a brown jacket and red a scarf that wrapped around his neck. He was absolutely gorgeous, but it was his eyes that took my breath away. It was unbelievably green – emerald green. It glistened in the sun like the moonlight reflected on a lake.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck. He flashed a mesmerizing smile. "Hello, I'm Mark. I just moved here. Are you Chelsea? I'm learning on how to handle a farm."

I studied my shoes, unable to meet his gaze. "Um… Yes, I-I'm Chelsea, n-nice to m-meet you." I held out my hand.

He took it.

"It's a pleasure meeting you. I hope you and I get along."

"M-me too."

Julia stepped in and gave Mark a full check. She examined him from head to toe and nodded in satisfaction. "Hi, I'm Julia. Welcome to Sunshine Island." She gave out a dazzling smile.

Mark smiled back and shook Julia's hand. "Thank you, I hope that you and I can get along as well."

This reaction shocked us both – well mostly Julia. It's simply astonishing for a boy to be unfazed when Julia flashes her killing smile.

I'm impressed.

"This I-is Vaughn, h-he comes only on Mondays and Tuesdays, so you will rarely s-see him." I introduced Vaughn. "Vaughn, say something."

He studied Mark. His eyes flickered on me and then back to him. His silver thin eyebrows creased into a frown and he continued on sipping his porridge. I scratched my head and turned back to Mark. "Sorry, he's like that to everyone." My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Mark shrugged restlessly. "Oh well… I've got to introduce myself to other people, bye! See you some other time." He waved and hurried away. I waved after him.

Julia closed the door and leaned against it, smiling slyly at me. "So… what was that?"

"What was what?" I blinked innocently.

She raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. What do you think of him?"

I flushed scarlet red. "Well… He's nice…"

Julia snickered and her expression lit up with amusement, "Nice? That's what you think about him? Then why were you stuttering and blushing while talking to him?"

"I-I… Well… T-this… We…" I stumbled across my words and it only pleased her more. "Alright… He's more than nice…"

Her smile grew wider, "Oh my, Chelsea, congratulation!" She threw her arms around me.

I only laughed. "For what?" I asked.

Julia beamed at me. "You've fallen in love!"

Vaughn chocked on his porridge. We both looked at him. He dropped his spoon and coughed uncontrollably. I rushed over to help him.

"Are you alright Vaughn?" I reached out to pat his back.

He slapped it away.

I flinched back and stared in surprise as he glared at me with cold eyes – such cold and hateful glare. What's wrong with him?

"Umm… Vaughn, what's wrong—"

"Nothing's wrong!" he shouted, interrupting me. He snapped his head away from me and stood up from his chair. "This party is over. Goodbye Chelsea."

"Wait, what? Why are you angry all of a sudden?" This doesn't make sense at all. Why is he so mad? What did I do to anger him?

My hand hovered to his. He only backed away. "Leave now, Chelsea." His tone was as hard as stone. I felt a stab of pain cut through my chest. Am I missing something? I glanced at Julia for some help.

She was as confused as I was.

"Alright… well.. I hope that you have a wonderful birthday." I turned away and headed to the door. Julia rested her hand on my shoulder. I mustered up a smile. "I'm fine." I glanced back and saw Vaughn's back to me. His shoulders were tensed, his muscles were all stiff.

I sighed and opened the door. "Goodbye Julia," I gave one last look at him, "and goodbye Vaughn."

I closed the door behind me.

I gazed out at the wide sea as the wind whipped my chestnut brown hair backwards. A sigh escaped my lips. "I don't understand Vaughn, he's fine at one moment, and then he's as mad as a bull the next."

Kirk turned the wheel and the boat stopped slowly next to the deck on Mystic Island. "Perhaps things will be better tomorrow."

"I hope so…" I mused and hopped out of the boat. "Thanks Kirk, I'll treat you dinner someday for all your hard work."

His lips cracked into a grin. "That would be extremely kind of you, thanks."

"Well see you," I waved my hand.

I headed to the church and crossed the bridge that connected two small islands. Preparing myself with the strawberries that the Harvest Goddess loves, I opened my backpack and took it out. I continued walking and halted in my step when I saw two people fighting each other in the distance. I groaned when I realised it was the Harvest Goddess and the Witch Princess. Again.

"Don't ever insult my green hair!" The goddess hissed and steam shot out of her ears. "Do you have any idea that this colour attracted many men in the past?"

The Witch Princess snorted and ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair. "As if it attracted men, how come Jack left you for a mere human? It was because you had such flashy and unnatural hair."

The Goddess folded her arm across her chest. "Well he left you for her as well. Maybe it was because your hair. It's as puffy as a broom stick."

"Take it back! I used one my potions to have beautiful hair like this."

The Goddess sniggered. "It's more like failed potion."

The Witch Princess flushed. She gritted her teeth and raised a finger. "No one insults my work and leave unpunished."

The Harvest Goddess stared at her with boredom. "Oh please, are you going to try and turn me to stone again?"

"No, this time it's something different." She enchanted a spell under her breath and her eyes blazed red. "This is a spell that I have been practising for years to use it on you."

A bolt of fire shot from the Harvest Goddess' finger. It burnt the Witch's hair. She screamed. The Goddess laughed. The Witch Princess put it out and growled. "That's it, you've just dug your own grave, prepare to suffer!"

The Harvest Goddess snorted and smirked. "I should be saying something like that to you instead."

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Bring it on!"

I shook my head hopelessly. Man, they have been rivals for thousands of years. Don't they ever get tired?

I crept up on the Goddess from behind and tapped gently on her shoulder. "Hey, let's stop. Fighting is not a way to solve problems."

She snapped her head around. "Oh, Chelsea, when did you arrive –?"

The Harvest Goddess immediately ducked down as the Witch Princess sent a ball of light straight towards her. The Goddess dodged it; but I didn't.

I let out a short scream that later clogged in my throat. Pain seethed through me as the light disappeared into me. I fell onto the ground, the world spinning in my head. I heard gasps and plead. I felt my body slowly numbing. My vision blurred. Was this how I'm going to die? Is this death? Images flashed across my mind. They were of all the times I spent with the people on the Island. There was of Sabrina, Lanna, Julia, Natalie, Lily and me talking about cute clothes and boys. There was of Danny and me going fishing and for the very first time, we caught a king fish. There was also of Taro, Elizabeth, Gannon and me building a snowman. Those were wonderful memories.

The last image flashed across my mind. It was of Vaughn and me. We were taking a picture together at the beach. I was beaming while he lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes and a flush across his cheeks.

…

I really regret it. I regret being unable to apologise to Vaughn. Even though I don't know what I did, I wish I could at least say sorry.

As soon as the image vanished, I fell into darkness.

I heard voices – voices that pulled me out of the darkness. I saw light and reached out for it. I reached and reached, the darkness slowly swallowing me up. I extended my arm and finally reached the light. I opened my eyes…

"Chelsea! Wake up!" Someone shook me hard. I groaned and rubbed my head. It throbbed and my arms ached.

"Oh Chelsea, you're awake!" There was relief in the person's voice. It was the Witch Princess.

"Are you alright?" The Harvest Goddess' face filled with concern.

I nodded and tried to stand up. My two legs wobbled and I landed on the ground with four legs instead… wait… why am I covered with white fur? I glanced up at them and shock ran through me. They were huge – gigantic to be exact. They were like giants, 10 times my size.

I opened my mouth to scream. Nothing came out except a 'meow'. I quickly threw a hand over my mouth. Realisation ran through me as I saw my hands. They were no longer hands… but paws. I frantically whipped my head back. Just as I anticipated… there was a tail…

I've turned into a cat…

The Harvest Goddess scratched her head and lifted me carefully with her hands until our face were levelled. I dared not to look down. I would be terrified. I tried to speak again. It was the same. I sounded like a cat.

The Witch Princess bit her lips. "I'm sorry Chelsea… Are you mad at me? Will you continue to give me red herbs?"

I hissed. She pouted. "I'll take that as a no…"

The Harvest Goddess rolled her eyes. "How do we undo this spell? We need to return her back to her original form."

The Witch Princess laughed. "Well, it's very simple."

"What do we need to do?' the Goddess asked.

"Well… Chelsea just needs to," The Witch grinned and raised her head up, "make a person fall in love with her!"

Well, hope you enjoyed it~ sorry if you find it a little cliche