Ok, so I have to do some explaining. Usually, I only start the authors not at the second chapter so I'll make sure to not make this too long. Pierre has only just moved to Verdure Island so he barely knows anyone. Also… well, the rest will be explained as the story goes along! The personalities are kind of different, sorry about that. I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

Chapter 1- Cursed begging's

Pierre's POV

I ran blindly across a long bridge on the other side of Verdure island, the autumn wind freezing my face off. What kind of island is this? Sure, there are some great, fresh ingredients here but everything is just too messed up for me to handle! I can't- huh? Without realising it, I had already run straight across the bridge and right into a farm full of beautiful, ripe eggplants.

Chealsea's POV

Ahhhh! I over slept! Its already 10:00am and I've only just woken up! I grabbed some casual clothes from a messy pile on the floor and ran around preparing to start another day. My hair's a mess but eh, what are you going to do? In one bite, I swallowed a rice ball I had prepared the other day and ran outside, eager to get all my jobs done.

Autumn was really starting to get cold now, I can feel my face already going numb. I turned to the small pond to the left of me, filling up my green watering can to the top. Slowly but carefully, I strided proudly to my plots of fresh eggplants and, my eyes scanning the area like a hawk. There's something wrong here…

My eyes darted to what looked like a small boy dressed in purple with a tall purple top hat and bright yellow hair that bounced around just above his shoulders, who's eyes sparkled as he harvested my crops. My crops!

"Ahh! Get out of my field you hobo!" My instincts got the better of me as I started charging towards him, my eyes burning with rage. "ehhh?!" He stammered for a moment, blinking wildly in shock and staggering a few steps backwards. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?!" I yelled, screaming loudly in his face at the top of my lungs. "You monster! You fiend! You've walked all over my crops! There probably only going to sell for a C or a B if I'm lucky… That's it, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to get my axe out and chop off your head, turning you dead body into a scarecrow so crows can peck at you all day! I hope you burn in hell!" Without noticing it, I had already taken out my axe and was swinging it around wildly. His whole face went pale and he managed to let out a shrill squeak before running for his life across the bridge to Verdure Island. Haha! I smiled to myself, happy with the show I had just put on.

Pierre's POV

What was that all about?! I didn't stop running until I was sure that she wasn't following me, and even then I just kept running anyway until I had reached the far eastern side of Sprout Island.

Exhausted and out of breath, I sat down on the beach and watched the waves come crashing in. I can't believe she threatened to kill me so quickly! My hand clamped down on the only eggplant I was able to keep and for the first time in my life, my mind went blank.

It only felt like a few minutes, but before long it became night. I still sat there, my head empty and my eyes glazed over. Why did I even come to this island? "Pierre!" A familiar voice screamed, running up next to me. "What's up? Have ya been having fun here? Meet anyone you like yet? Have ya? Hm? Hmmm?!" Her voice was full of excitement as she jumped up and down, firing as many questions as she could at me. "hmm.." I murmured back, not bothering to look at her.

A single white seagull squawked loudly and landed a few meters away, pecking at the grey sand around it. Lanna stared at it for a while then looked back to me, her smile not once changing. "soo.. What happened?" She chirped, staring at me expectantly. Where should I start? "I woke up from Eliza and Charlie who had practically broken into my room and started jumping on my bed, I tripped on a rock and landed awkwardly on Gannon, I tried to look for some fresh food but stumbled across a beautiful farm full of ripe eggplants, but as soon as I started harvesting them, a cute young lady came out and started to yell at me, threatening to kill me with her axe, I-" I stopped as soon as a man with thick, curly hair and a purple bandana came up to us and started laughing loudly, clutching at his sides. Lanna started laughing too, falling on her back and trying not to cry. What's going on? Is there something I missed? Finally, the man with curly brown hair managed to hold his laughter long enough to tell me what they thought was so funny. "You must be talking about Chelsea!" Both of them burst out into hysterics again and started rolling around on the ground as if they were on fire. "I cant believe you actually harvested her crops!" Lanna continued for him, wearing a look of sheer amusement. "... Chelsea?" I repeated, glaring at the two of them.

Around 10 minutes later, they both finally ceased their laughter and invited me to the man called Denny's house to explain the story of Chelsea.

"Chelsea is the rancher here. She lives on Ranch island by herself and is always busy with tending to her animals and her crops. The only time anyone ever see's her out of her farm is at the end of a rainy day, or the weekends when she goes out shopping." How does this affect me again? I looked around Denny's house and stared in awe at all of his fishing gear laying around. He must really love his job. "Anyway, on those days everyone flocks around herto talk to heror invite her someplace nice, which she always happily agrees to." I continued to look at Denny, my eyes not once wandering to the sleeping Lanna across from is or any of his fishing gear anymore. Why would anyone want to see her? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready for the rest of his tale. "ahh, and she's such a great girl!" he breathed out, his eyes looking at me hopefully. "She's always helping others and she barely gets mad..." Barely gets mad?! Then what was she just then? Overly exited? "That is, unless you touch her crops. Her only rule is that no one touches them. If she's with you, then you could probably help with her animals, but under no circumstances do you ever touch her crops." Cackling with laughter at the end, he fell backwards yet again and started laughing even louder. Thats just great. How was i meant to know that?

Rain started pouring heavily outside, and im sure i heard a few loud claps of thunder. Somehow, Lanna still hadn't woken up but slept deeply with a smile plastered on her face. As Denny was about to get up, we heard a loud banging at his door, then a dark figure stepped in. "Denny!" The voice didn't sound very feminine, but i could tell that it was a girl. The purple bandana-wearing boy's face lit up instantly as she took a few steps forward into the light. "Look at my fish!" She held a massive fish above her head which was dripping with water and a small amount of blood. It looks fresh, but there's no way anyone would be out fishing at this time of night, in this weather. "I just caught it!" I guess i was wrong. Is there no end to Chelsea's oddness? "Isn't it humongous?! " A cheeky smile crosses her lips while she held out her fish in front of her. Im not sure if she noticed it or not, (although im not sure how anyone could miss it) but she was soaking wet from the top of her red bandana to the tip of her muddy boots. In fact, she's so drenched that even her clothes look see through... Not that im looking at that anyway. It was only a few hours ago that she was trying to kill me! "huh, pretty good, i guess." Denny shrugged his shoulders, smiling as he fiercely judged her fish. What?! Her fish was amazing, almost as big as me! "Pretty good? This fish is nothing less than a masterpiece!" Taking a few steps forward, he handed the fish to him and somehow, her smile became larger and brighter. "so, how did you catch this anyway?" She sat down comfortly next to me, still not completely noticing me presence. I haven't really said anything anyway, so i don't blame her... it just feels a little.. weird..

Motioning for Denny too, she began her long and amusing story.

"I guess i should be leaving now." Her voice held a hint of sadness, but her smile said otherwise as she packed her things and started thanking Denny for his company this late at night. "What about your fish?" He looked at her confused for a moment, holding her massive fish in a bag for her. "Nah, you can have it, it's not like i really need it anyway" She smiled her un-wavering smile at him, still not looking at me. "oh, and before I go.." She continued, looking at me for the first time tonight. "Iv'e been meaning to ask this.." Without moving at all, she continued to stare at me intently as if i had grown another arm. Sigh.. I gulped nervously and waited for her question, unsure of how to feel. "Who the hell is this?!"

She pointed to me curiously, looking quickly between Denny and I. I cringed at her... smile? Why was she still smiling? Her smile seemed complete and perfect as she looked at me again and tilted her head slightly. It's hard to believe that it's the same person...

The rain had gotten heavier over time, and the sound of water slamming itself into the tin roof drowned out almost every voice. Denny smiled again, but this time at me. "tell me if i got any of this wrong, kay? This is all what Lanna told me" Did Lanna talk about me that much? "Pierre's a gourmet from Seiyo Island. Lanna kept pushing him to come to this island and with the tempting prospect of all the fresh ingredients he could use, he finally agreed. That was only, what, Yesterday?" Lanna really didn't have to go to all the trouble of explain everything.. I could feel myself blushing slightly from the intense stares from the girl next to me, but managed to hold it in. "Yeah, I guess he hasn't really been fitting in around here, so he went for a walk to clear his head and ended up on your farm. That's where you come in Chelsea!" I couldn't read Chelsea's expression very well , but i knew that she was deep in thought. She sat completely still, he eyes moving slightly between Denny and I while her chest moved up and down slightly as she breathed. "ahaha, then you chased him away leaving him confused and maybe even slightly scared. You should've seen it! He was sitting on the beach for hours and hours until Lanna and I finally came and took him in at around 9pm, and, well.. you know the rest!" Im glad his speech on me was over, but the way he said it made me kind of sound sad. Chelsea looked like she was about to stand up for a moment but decided against it. Instead, she started lamely crawling across the room to Denny, being careful not to wake the sleeping blond in the middle of the room. "You doing anything on Tuesday?" Is she talking to me or Denny? I guess I should just keep quiet for the time being and find out that way. "Helloo? Pierre ?" She stopped crawling abruptly and turned around to look at me, waiting for my answer. I guess she was talking to me. In one quick swipe, she took her fish back off the smirking man and started crawling back to me. "Im taking that as you're not busy. Mind making lunch for two tomorrow? Here, you can use this fish." L-lunch? I seriously don't get this girl. One minute she 's wildly swinging an axe around, the next she fishing in a storm, and now she asking me if I wanted to make lunch! Im not sure whether I'm looking forward to the last one though.. "S-sure.." I managed to stutter, looking down at the old wooden floor boards underneath me. "awesome, so you can speak. See you tomorrow then!" Laughing quietly to herself, she stood up and hugged Denny, then walked over to me. What's she doing? She not.. In a matter of seconds I was being hugged by a certain still drenched girl who was still smiling as she squeezed me. "Bye!" She calmly spoke, finishing her hug and walking out into the rain.

Chelsea's POV

"Bye!" and with that, I was gone. I wonder what time it is? I know its not too late, otherwise the moon would be a lot lower and Vaughn probably wouldn't be walking around. "Hey!" I called out to him, smiling my best smile. "Ladies shouldn't be out at this time of night." As stubborn as ever, i see. His hat was hanging low on his face so you couldn't see his eyes, but i know him better than that to let it intimidate me. "You know, it that kind of behaviour which scares people off" I huffed, puffing out my cheeks like a child. I don't know what it is about Vaughn, but whenever im around him, i always feel.. Happier. "Then why doesn't it scare you off? Or are you just to brave to let me scare you?" You got that right! "Why are you out here this late anyway?" Two little red eyes poked out from under his hat as he raised it slightly in curiosity. I could ask him the same thing, but I probably already know anyway. "showing my fish to Denny. I got carried away and started talking non-stop to him all night... I didn't even know that Pierre was the until the very end!" When I say it that way, i feel kind of bad.. I'll have to apologize to him tomorrow. "Pierre?" That's right, he wouldn't have met Pierre yet, would he? If what Denny said is right, then that means that Pierre has only moved here a few days ago. I'll have to introduce them to each other next time too. Jeez, I should write a list! "New blond gourmet, you'll know him when you see him" Pretty good impression, if I do say so myself. He seemed intrigued by the new person and started to stare off into space. If i was anyone else, I probably would have been scared off by the faces he's pulling, but to me there just hilarious. "Its like you were made to terrify people!" I ended with a laugh, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Can I ask you something?" Curiosity got the better of me as I asked him a question. "Where do you actually live?" I know that he spends most of his time at Mirabelle's shop, but there aren't enough beds for him to stay overnight. I can't believe I haven't asked him this before. I guess I don't really talk to him that much, but... "That depends" Of course. I knew he was going to say something straightforward like that. Even though he knows what im talking about, he still likes to take the longest route to get there. "Where do you live on these islands? I know your only here for two days, but that also means that your here for one night." Most nights he's just sitting in Nicks Diner or just wandering around. I've always been wanting to ask him that, but i don't usually get the chance to. "Here and there" So basically, nowhere. And he tells me not to wander around at night!

"Come." Without looking behind me, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him to my farm. I could sense that he was freaking out, but I was too annoyed to bother about that. Once we had stopped in front of my stable, i spun around to face him and began to yell. "Why don't you tell me these kinds of things? I get that your anti-social and don't really like others to know too much about you, but I thought you could trust me! I know you better than anyone else on this island, yet you still don't tell me anything!" By now his eyes were bigger and sadder than usual, which made me want to break down in tears. I hate to yell at anyone about these kinds of things, especially to Vaughn, but I... "This probably doesn't mean anything to you, and your probably just going to shrug this off, but I don't know if I can do the same... Vaughn, I-" I can't finish the rest. If I say anything else, im going to start crying. He looked truly hurt and I could tell that this affected him greatly. Usually, he only has one expression, a straight monotone one, but now he looked completely different.

Why do I always have to get emotional at the smallest of things? After yelling at Vaughn, I walked into my stable and cuddled up to one of my favourite sheep. He wasn't anything special, but ive had him since I was little so he means a lot to me. "I just don't get it.." The silhouette of a man walked in through the doors and sat down beside me. His hat was pulled down on his face, and with the added effect of the dark room, I couldn't see any part of his face. "Im sorry." I whispered, burying my head into my sheep's thick curls.

Fu Fu Fufu! I hoped you enjoyed my first chapter! Even if no one reads this, that fine with me as it was fun to write. I hope that someone reviews it though..

Oh, and that part at the end with Chelsea yelling Vaughn? That somehow found its way in there, even though i had no plan to have anything like that, and when i wrote the draft in my book, I didn't include anything remotely like that. I guess that's the kind of mood im in!

Please rate and review, i hope you liked the first chapter of Purple Stuffolk!