For those of you who have read my work before, you might think, "Well this story sounds familiar… it isn't original at all!" and you will (sort of) be right.

This is the reboot of "What I Never Thought Would Happen".

Why a reboot? Since it has been almost 3 years, if not longer since I've updated WINTWH, I can't remember how every storyline ends, or why I even started some of them. So this is me rebooting it, trying to make it all come together more smoothly

When I wrote the other story, I had never played HM. I can now say that yes, I have played some of it :D The Gameboy ones, though. That being said, I'm still sticking with the same characters.

I deleted the old story in order to adhere to the rules of this website. I'm sorry :(

Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Except a few that will appear much later in the story

Karen Myers sat in the coach bus dead to the world. Her head was lying against the window, her mouth slack and open, with a small stream of drool steadily dribbling onto her shirt. There were heavy and dark half circles beneath her eyes despite the profound sleep. Her fingers however, every now and then would twitch.

Not even the vicious potholes and uneven dirt paths could hope to wake the sleeping maiden. The most they could do was elicit a disgruntled sound from her graceful figure.

There was a girl that sat next to her on the bus because there was no other place to sit. She didn't think anything of it at first, but then Karen began to stir.

"Arryu thgdssss?" she mumbled sleepily, straining to keep her eyes opened.

"I beg your pardon?" The girl asked politely, scooting slightly away.

"Are you the goddess?" Karen asked again.

"N-no..." she answered, already peering through the aisles to see if there was a different seat available. "I'm afraid not." There weren't any. She sighed in defeat, and tried to scoot towards the aisle a little more.

"Oh." And with that, Karen fell back into her deep slumber where continued dreaming of days long passed, of harvest moons and the Goddess.

It was only a few hours later that the sleeping girl stirred, stretching and yawning. She noticed that the previously empty seat beside was not quite so empty anymore.

"Uh…hey there. Hope I didn't sleep on you or anything…" She rubbed the last bit of sleep from her eyes. The girl beside her just glared silently at her. "Okaaay then… I'll just, uh, stare out the window now."

Flowerbud Village.

That was the destination written on her one way ticket. The most important thing that she required of her new home was that it be far away form Mineral Town, where she had grown up. She did extensive research on villages, towns and cities trying to find the one that best met her needs.

She found Flowerbud Village on a few websites and decided that it was just the right amount of remote and rustic. Sunshine, forests and rivers, a little café and cobblestone streets.

It was perfect.

It was also almost a week's journey from Mineral Town by bus.

That made it even more perfect.

Except now, as Karen looked through the window, she noticed that the scenery was not quite what she was expecting. The rolling hills faded into concrete, the trees turned into skyscrapers and the all traces of farmlands disappeared from view.

Okay.

So maybe the websites she was browsing were a few years old.

Karen had been prepared for a few changes, but didn't expect anything like this.

After taking a few moments to register this surprise, she decided that enh, it wasn't such a big deal after all. Cities meant nightlife, nightlife meant bars, and bars meant a good time.

And Karen Meyers was all for having a good time.

She hopped off the bus at the terminal and asked the bus driver if there were any hostels around, or cheap (but not sketchy!) inns nearby. To her dismay, she would have to either walk or bus to the student ghetto, where although rent was extortionately high the inns and hostels were not.

"At least I'll I've got to carry is you, little guy," she spoke to her small suitcase on wheels. When she left Mineral Town, she had left almost everything behind except for what could fit in a backpack and the suitcase.

Unwilling to part with even loose change for bus fare, Karen Meyers had walked the two and a half hours from the bus depot to the inn that the bus driver had recommended.

"Perch Inn," was what he told her, "You'll never find better deals or better service. Talk to the owner, Doug. Tell him I sent you there. We're old buddies, Doug and I. Maybe he'll give you a better rate. Good luck kid."

And now, in front of her, was Perch Inn.

Finally!

She felt like she was about to keel over, but continued up the steps into the quaint hotel nonetheless.

Just a little farther… she heaved, dragging her heavy suitcase. Thank the Goddess it was on wheels!

There was nobody at the front desk so she rang the little bell and wait a few moments before an older man came rushing to the counter.

He was a bit taller than her, and his hair was a walnut colour. His moustache waggled as he spoke, flipping this way and that. He wore an argyle sweater and dark brown pants.

"Yes my dear, what can I do for you?" Karen then told him about the bus driver who sent her to his hotel. "Oh magnificent! Here!"

Karen caught the pair of keys that were flung her way, flinching in the process and followed Doug to her room.

The hotel wasn't as large as the others she had seen on her long walk here. There were only five floors, and maybe seven rooms on each floor. There appeared to be a lot of vacancies, but in the light of being polite and practical, Karen decided that this was perhaps due to the fact that the touristic season was dying down. The walls were decorated with wallpaper, bearing faded brown and yellow paisley marks.

There was an elevator, but Doug walked right past it. Inwardly Karen cheered. Yesssssss, now I don't need to carry food and everything up so many floors!

They arrived at room 105.

"Here you are," Doug exclaimed. "Is everything to your liking? If you'd like, I could send my niece to help you with your things!"

"Nah, I think I can manage on my own Mr….Mr Doug."

Doug carried on as if he hadn't heard. "She's been in the kitchen as of late, that one has. Always cooking up a storm! Usually I'd welcome it and feed everything to the guests but now that summer is beginning to end… Well. There aren't as many mouths to feed and that girl is just wasting all my ingredients! At least with you here, it'll help me get rid of all the food without wasting it. I'm sure you must hungry!" He peeked outside of the room, not even waiting for Karen to answer. "Gwen! Gwen! Gwen! Come HERE child, to room 105! Bring whatever mess you've concocted with you!" He turned back to Karen and smiled warmly. "She'll be in soon. Now, I'll leave you to unpack. It looks like you had quite the journey," he chuckled and left.

At least he's friendly, Karen thought, and opened her suitcase to unpack. This hotel would do for now. She opened a secret compartment in her luggage that was full of wads of cash—she had withdrawn everything, absolutely everything down to the last penny from her savings account. She was afraid that if she accidentally used a credit card, her family would somehow find her. She had enough money to last her a while for a day by day room renting basis but that wasn't good enough for the long run. Mayhaps tomorrow after some rest she would search for an apartment to rent. Maybe Doug would let her rent the room? She closed the zipper and sighed.

But her thoughts were interrupted as a girl entered the room, carrying a tray full of freshly baked pizza. The smell alone was enough to make mouth water. She hadn't had a proper meal since she left Mineral Town, instead surviving on canned tuna and cereal.

And the girl.

She was beautiful.

She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail and wore a jean jacket and skirt. Her eyes were a startling ruby red, and Karen had to urge herself to look elsewhere, else she'd be staring.

"Uh…I hope that's for me," Karen said uncertainly getting up, smiling. She extended a hand to the blonde girl. "I'm Karen. I just got here."

The girl shifted the weight of the pizza pan on one hand and extended the other to shake Karen's. "My name's Gwen. I help out around here, whenever my uncle asks. And this pizza is all yours," she smiled.

"Pleased to meetcha. Though at the moment, I think I'm even happier to be eating your pizza."

Gwen laughed. "I'm just hoping it turned out…decent. My uncle just doesn't appreciate fine cooking, at least not when there aren't that many guests staying at Perch Inn. Doesn't stop me from practicing though!"

"Haha, I'm sure its good. It's gotta be. I mean, you know you've hit rock-bottom once you've tried my cooking, so I'm gonna place a safe bet that the pizza's good."

Gwen's lips curled into a half-smile. "So you want me to help you with this stuff?" she asked, already going to one of Karen's suitcase.

"I've got a better idea," Karen tried to articulate through mouthfuls of food. While holding a slice of delicious pizza in one hand, she rummaged through her suitcase in the other and pulled out a bottle of wine that she had brought back with her from Mineral Town.

"Oh, I think I like you," Gwen laughed as she grabbed two glasses from the minibar.

…does anyone else have a craving for pizza now or is it just me?