AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this fic years ago and decided to edit the old chapters. Hopefully, it's cleaned up and looks better.

This story takes place in New Leaf. They're all human in my head, but if you'd rather read it as the game is intended to be, that's fine too. Whatever works for you.

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The clock in Town Hall clicked faintly before droning out three loud rings. The Mayor shuffled through folders at the her desk, casting a half interested glance at the large grandfather clock.

"Hm…"

Three O' clock the next day a new resident was supposed to arrive. Pulling out a residency application, the Mayor stood from her chair, approaching the front counter where the Town Hall's blonde clerk and secretary sat immersed in her own world. Heels clicked against the hardwood surface of the office floor before stopping beside the friendly secretary.

"Isabelle-"

The blonde flinched at the monotone voice interrupting her daydream. She turned to face the owner of said voice, catching her breath.

"Yes, Mayor Annabelle?" she asked, smiling up at her boss.

"These are the forms I'll need filled out. The new resident should be arriving tomorrow, please see that this gets done."

"Of course, right away."

Annabelle set the paperwork down and turned to retreat back to her office, harsh click of heels echoing off the walls. Isabelle's eyes followed the retreating form of the Mayor, taking note of the short pencil skirt that clung to her full hips. The Mayor was always dressed nicely during office hours.

Today, she wore a gray pencil skirt and a lavender blouse that ruffled slightly at the chest. Short gray heels adorned her feet and her lovely purple hair was pulled back in a small bun, short bangs tucked back behind her ears. Silver hoops hung from her ears, matching the glasses rested on her face.

"Oh, another thing-" Annabelle suddenly turned to remind Isabella that she would be leaving shortly.

Isabelle's eyes snapped up from the little skirt she had been admiring. Annabelle quirked a questioning brow.

"Is something wrong with my skirt?" she asked, running her hand down her rear to tug at the hem.

"Um, you had a spec. No worries though ha ha, you got it!" Isabelle answered somewhat hurried. "All set."

Annabelle's face softened.

"Okay then...I'll be gathering my things to leave now. See you Monday." she dismissed the secretary and made her way out. "Have a good night, Isabelle."

Isabelle followed the retreating form of the Mayor, saddened that she was only in office Monday through Thursday. The heavy door shut, signaling her exit. Isabella began to fill out the sheets of paper, returning to her daydream meanwhile the Mayor was walking home. Townsfolk waved to her as she crossed the stone bridge that curved over the wide river.

"Look! It's Mayor Annabelle!"

"Good afternoon, Mayor!"

"Hi, Mayor!"

Nodding politely, she waved in their direction, antsy to get home. Annabelle wasn't a socialite in her town, striving to keep her work life and personal life separated. To do so, she kept her interactions short and infrequent. There was really no other way.

Hurrying off the bridge, Annabelle took the grassy path to the secluded house by the ocean. It was the only house in town farthest away from everyone. When she arrived, Tom Nook didn't think that house would be sold. But, of all the homes available, that one suited Annabelle the best. Somewhat secluded, just the way she liked it.

"Let's see what we have today…" The mailbox sat lit up in front of the small home, Annabelle opening it up. "Mail from Mom."

Rolling her eyes at the umpteenth random letter that her mother had sent her, Annabelle opened it up. Apparently her mom was excited for Fall.

"Ok then. Thanks for letting me know, Mom."

Annabelle opened the front door and kicked her heels off to the side. The mail was put away and a loud ringing sounded from upstairs. She climbed the small staircase leading up to her bedroom in the attic. Plucking the phone off the receiver she answered the call, already knowing who it was.

"Hey, Sam." Annabelle smirked, laying back on her bed.

"Annie! What time you catching the train tonight? The club in my town opens at eight." The young woman spoke excitedly over the receiver.

"I'm gonna pack a bag and board the train in an hour. I'll get there at around five, probably."

Weekend activities were planned and Annabelle told her friend goodbye before rolling out of bed to pack a weekend bag.

"Club outfit, pajamas, make up, toothbrush, day clothes..." Ticking off items aloud, Annabelle packed the carry on. "That should be it, I think."

Making her way back downstairs, she dug out flats from the closet and tugged them on before swiping the small black cell phone from her purse and checking the time.

3:33 PM

"Time to go."

The small phone was placed back in the purse and swung over her shoulder before she bent over to grab the carry on bag. Locking the door behind herself, Annabelle left to catch the next train heading out of town.

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The trip to Sam's town took under an hour. The train stopped at two other towns before pulling up to her stop. The train conductor's voice rang over the income before the doors opened for the exiting passengers.

"Attention passengers, we have reached Pear Perch Station. Please watch your step and have a good day. Thank you for riding with us."

Upon exiting the train, Annabelle was tackled by a short brunette woman wearing black jeans and oversized hoodie.

"Annie!"

The young woman excitedly hugged Annabelle before pulling back with a confused look. Her hands plucked at the collar of her blouse before being swatted away.

"I work at an office..." she explained, ignoring Sam's snicker. "My Town Hall, remember?"

"Yeah, Yeah. 'Miss Mayor', I know." Sam teased her. "C'mon, Annie."

Sam tugged Annabelle towards the train station's exit and lead her to the small house she owned by the train tracks. Kicking the door open, she gestured dramatically for Annabelle to enter. Rolling her eyes, she made her way inside, Sam following suit.

The home was moderately sized like her own with a one remodeling. A sofa sat against the wall with a door to the bathroom a few feet away from it. A modest T.V was across from the sofa with a DVD player on top of it. Sam's bedroom was on the floor above them, the staircase not far from the doorway.

"As always, my house is your house! We've got hours to kill before the club opens."

Sam pulled off her large hoodie, revealed a tightly fit tank top. Smoothing down her hair, she tossed the garment aside and out of the way.

"May as well get comfortable.".

Annabelle set her bag down by the couch, taking a seat by Sam. Sam clicked the T.V on, an obnoxious action movie playing. An annoyed sound came from Annabelle and she tried to take the remote from her friend.

"What's with you?"

"Screw this, we aren't watching it. Give me the remote."

Sam dodged and pushed her back, playfully holding the remote out of reach.

"Come get it, Annie!"

Annabelle's skirt rose revealing her white panties as she bent a leg to push Sam away. Laughing, she kicked her off but Sam was still mesmerized by the brief flash her friend had given her.

"I don't want to watch this stupid movie, anymore."

"Then let's do something else..."

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