Hi there everyone! JnG here, with her new fan-fiction! *shing!**sparkle**spirit fingers* I've been stuck on Harvest Moon for the longest time now, and the amount of fan-fiction for the wonderful game is absolutely maddening! So, I've decided to write up a series of short stories (not exactly one shots) for each Bachelor. I would write up a few stories for my favorite Bachelorettes, but writing in a male's P.O.V is rather hard. ^_^; Sooo, I'll stick to doing what I know best. Mean comments are a waste of time, so, don't waste your time. But critiques are always nice.
Toby x Angela
Chase x Angela
Luke x Angela
Calvin x Angela
Jin x Angela
Owen x Angela
Julius x Angela
Gil x Angela
Wizard x Angela
^Just so you guys know what all I'm doing and the bolded pairings just mean that their stories are complete^ If requested, once I've finished with all of the pairings, I will go back and add a lemon extra chapter to them. ;) We shall see now won't me? This first chappy is a little short, but I promise, they'll get longer. Enjoy!
Angela sat back on her haunches. "Finally! I can't stand much more of this heat." She said, wiping sweat from her brow. Although the young rancher had been living on her farm for almost 2 years now, she could never, and probably never will, get accustomed the sweltering heat of the summer season. Personally, she couldn't wait until winter finally hit. It may be bad for the farming business, but getting to have an excuse for snuggling with your husband all day long was always a bonus. When it's sticky and hot, touching each other at all would just be unethical! Speaking of her husband, she wondered where he had run off to, their two children in tow. Dismissing the thought almost completely, confident in the silver haired man's parenting skills; Angela went into her coop and sat amongst her chickens.
The connection she shared with her fouls perplexed the other town's folk, and earned her the title, "Chicken Whisperer". It would seem as if the girl preferred her feathered friends over the company of another human any day! Her first chicken, Harriet, wobbled over to her and sat in her lap. It was amazing how long the chicken lived. She even walked around the farm as if she owned the place! Angela started to absently stroke the bird's feathers, the silky cool texture contrasting nicely with her warm hands. Her mind wondered back to her, currently missing, family. When did life become so good? When did everything become so easy? She smiled a little, looking down at the simple wedding band on her finger, a single, moderately sized diamond in the middle. She couldn't have asked for a life more perfect than the one Toby provided for her. It was all because of him that she could smile for no reason at all.
Angela wondered into Flute Fields, taking in the gorgeous scenery before her. In the city, she never had a yard, or seen many trees. But here, she could look over the entire area, with not a ridiculously tall building in sight to block the wonderful view. She breathed in the fresh air, scents of grass and freshly made chicken feed filled her senses to the brim. She was going to love farm life. After receiving a cow from the nice gentleman from Horn Ranch, and accidentally witnessing a family argument, Angela headed down the path opposite of the one that lead to Horn Ranch. Despite her normal, cautious nature, she walked past the rather shady looking watermill and down to the river's bank. It was almost as sad as the soil at her farm. But, it was still a gorgeous sight. No trash in the pristine water, like in the city. She could hardly believe how different the two worlds were. And she loved the change in scenery. She didn't see the silver haired man fishing when she walked to the water's edge. The sound of someone lightly humming caught her attention, and on pure instinct, she was ready to attack. "It's okay, calm down. I'm no threat. I'm just a fisherman." The boy said, not once looking in her direction. She lowered her guard a little, studying the man before her. From what she could tell, he was pretty slim, and rather tall with long, lightly muscled arms. His face was handsome, and he had moon silver hair that fell messily about his head. And in all the 10 seconds of "meeting" the strange person, she hadn't once seen him with his eyes opened. You would assume he was asleep, with a grin like that on his face. Heat rose to her cheeks. 'He's . . .really hot.' Angela thought, not hearing the boy call out to her.
"You must be new here." The boy said, standing to get a better look at the new comer. "I'm Toby," he said. Wait a minute . . . did he just sparkle? "- it's a pleasure to meet you. . ." he started. He must have realized he had never asked for her name. "I'm sorry," he said, laughing softly. "What was your name again?" he asked politely. Pink dusted Angela's pale face yet again, and she looked anywhere but into his face. "I'm A-Angela." She stammered, fumbling a little over her own name. How pathetic! He smiled at her, perfect teeth gleaming a little, his eyes arching up to match his expression. "Well, it's nice to meet you Angela. We should go fishing some time." He said, placing a hand to his chest as he spoke. Angela smiled at him, bowing slightly. "Thank you, I'd love to. But, I don't have a fishing pole yet." She said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. He thought for a minute, before his eyes cracked open slightly in thought. "You can have my old rod. It's a little worn, but it still does the trick." He said, before his eyes slid back closed as he smiled. She could have died. She only caught a glimpse at his hidden orbs, but she was sure they were either gold, or chartreuse. 'How . . . exotic' she thought, absently taking the pole and bowing in thanks. "Well, I have to get back to my uncle's shop. It was a pleasure meeting you." Toby said, flashing her one of his pretty smiles before walking back up the trail whistling. He disappeared long before she uttered a small goodbye. From that moment, Angela knew she was hooked.
