A/N: Sorry I was lack of ideas. But without any further..

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARVEST MOON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

Chelsea's POV

I leaned through my wall, blew ruffles of my hair, and sighed. I love Mark, but if I do tell him, what will be his answer? I always flashed this thought since the day I fell in love with him.

I was awaken due to the sound of a blunt knocking towards my door. I stood up and walked through the path of the door. There it was, I saw a cute blonde boy with emerald green eyes, and a baseball cap he wear backwards fits his cuteness perfectly.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." he said with a male voice.

My smiled disappeared when he began to speak. I shook my head from imagining things from my mind. "No! That's okay. What brings you here, um?"

"It's Mark Harris, from the city." he held out his hand in front of me.

"I'm Chelsea Williams. Nice to meet you, Mark." I smiled as I shook his hand.

He smiled, "So Chelsea, you have a great atmosphere because of your crops from your farm."

"Thanks."

He chuckled, "For what?"

"Nothing. For complimenting my farm."

"Uh yes. I think I should head back." he started walking. 20 feet away from me, he waved.

There again, the memory of Mark and I met. It was love at first sight for me, but for him.. I don't know. I am so deeply in love with him. I don't take guys seriously besides him, he always makes my day, even though we don't hang out often. We're close friends but I want this to be something else. I'm comfortable at times, but I'm being uncomfortable if I always think I want to confess I love him.

Plans. Plans. Plans. A lot of plans came across my mind. Plans of telling Mark that I love him. He's been here for 2 consecutive years, I still love him. LOVE. I always say love when it comes to Mark. I'm too much of a coward to confess a guy my feelings.

After hours of leaning through my wall, I looked up my planner, scanned pages for today, then suddenly.. I was astonished it was his birthday tomorrow. It was the perfect time to confess my feelings, I will have the guts this time.

Tomorrow noon, I walked to the Hotel with a wrapped gift on my mittens, I feel breezing cold air on my path to the Hotel.

As soon as I arrived, I directly walked to his room and knocked.

It took 15 seconds for him to open the door, "Chelsea? H-Hi." he smiled.

"Happy Birthday, Mark!" I greeted cheerfully, letting him to see the gift.

"What's that?" he pointed directly to his present.

"Let's go inside first." I squealed like a little girl.

He smiled and let me in.

"So, how old are you Mark?" I asked as I sat down.

"I'm 21." he answered with a low pitched voice.

I giggled. Why am I so excited and happy? "Here's your gift." I handed him the thing, which was just a letter.

He unwrapped the red wrapping and read, and glanced at me. "What's my gift, Chelsea?"

I smiled, "Mark.." I paused as I looked down, feeling blood rushing to my cheeks. "I-I.. love you." I looked back at him.

He was speechless, it led to an awkward silence.

Minutes passed by, I was so embarrassed and close to become heart-broken.

"Y-You love me?" he started to speak, gazing through my blue eyes.

"Y-Yes.. Do you feel the same way?" I asked, feeling so hot, even it's cold outside.

He smiled and scooted right next to me. "I love you too, Chelsea." Deeply inside me there was happiness, I was out in reality. I was so happy, he said the best words for me. I become teary-eyed.

"Really?" I felt tears poured down across my face.

"Yes. I have loved you since the day we first met. Your eyes, is just so perfect, I always like gazing at your beauty, your body is also perfect, but in short, you're perfect for me. If there was a fight regarding you are the prize, so be it. I'll do my best to fight for you.." he paused with a heavy sigh. I bit my bottom lip while tears sliding on my face. "I will be heart-broken if some douchebag take you away from me.. Leaving me alone. Nobody takes y-" I cut him off by leaning closer, and gave him a passionate tender kiss. He responded to my lips, pressing it firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms to my waist. After a couple seconds, we broke apart.

"This is the best birthday ever. Thank you Chelsea." he whispered.

I grinned, "So.. we're together then?"

"I guess so."

"That's a yes for me.. I shouldn't have told you before. If I had then we're like dating right now!" I said.

"I guess.. I was too much of a coward to admit my feelings for you." he shrugged.

I giggled and leaned closer and gave him a peck on the lips.

We continued liking this for as long as we can remember... I guess it's not weird that a girl will first tell a guy how she really feels. In the future, we are gonna be a married couple later with kids.. I always dreamed of Mark becoming my husband.

Mark's POV

I was going to tell Chelsea how I really feel when I'm around her. But she spoke to soon, she chose the right time to say the greatest speech of all.

After 2 years of dating, it was Spring 19, the day before her birthday. I got the greatest gift for her, the blue feather.

Tomorrow night, Chelsea planned a dinner in the diner.

As soon we were there, she ordered the most expensive meal for two. After we were done eating, I walked her to her farm.

"Here you are, home sweet home." I smiled as we arrived at the door.

"Thanks Mark." she gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, about to pop out the question.

"What is it?" she asked with a stern voice, and a mischievous look on her face.

"This is your present, by the way." I kneel down and handed out the blue feather that nearly matched her eyes. I coughed to make my voice better and more alluring. "Chelsea Williams.." I paused with a huge smile. "Will you marry me?"

She became teary-eyed and speechless for 10 seconds. "Yes."

I stood up, and I handed her the blue feather. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss.

I proposed at the right time, she confessed at the right time. We both did.

A/N: Please just review if you like or love it. It would really mean so much to me!