A/N: This is a collaboration story between Roxas's Favorite and I. I will be writing in Angela's point of view and she will be writing the chapters with Chase's point of view.

Lost Without You

By: Roxas's Favorite and thatgirlwhoplaysthepiano

Chapter One (Angela's Point of View)

The wind blew lightly as I stood on the deck of the small ship that I had boarded two days ago. It was headed for Waffle Town. There was supposed to be some sort of excellent farming plan there, and I had made up my mind to go, no matter what my family thought. After seventeen years of having every decision made for me by my family, I was finally eighteen. An adult, by law. Free to come and go as I please.

Most would say that I was too anxious to get out on my own and tell me that curiosity killed the cat, and that I should stay where I was told to. That was the lady-like thing to do. I was so fed up with hearing people tell me that I should act more like a lady and talk less, that that alone would've been enough to drive me away from my family in two months time. But it actually wasn't spite or revenge that brought me to Waffle Town… It was the chance to start over and be my own person.

"Miss, we're about to dock. You might want to gather your things," the polite ship captain informed.

"Oh, of course… I'm sorry, I was too busy looking off into the ocean…" I blushed a bit.

The white haired old man replied as I headed for my cabin, "Magnificent view, isn't it?"

I paused what I was doing, "Yes. It's absolutely beautiful."

Before I knew it, we had docked at Waffle Town. It looked just as it had in the flyer. Several townspeople were out and about. The captain tipped his hat, as most older gentlemen do, as I asked him, "Captain, where do I go to see the mayor about this farming plan?"

He answered, "Call me Pascal, Miss. And you go right to the large house up there. It's right behind the General Store and Doctor's Office. Knock on the door and show him the flyer, he'll know exactly what your business is."

"Thank you C—Pascal, and you may call me Angela. No need to be so formal," I smiled at how friendly the old man had treated me.

"You're mighty welcome, Angela. If you need anything, just ask me," he tipped his hat once more as he waved his hand in farewell.

So I set off for the mansion he had pointed out to me. It was a glorious place, and almost looked out of place in that small, homely little town. I used the heavy, golden knocker to let the mayor know I was there.

My knock was answered by a tall, blonde guy, about my age or older who talked quite uppity to be from this little town, "Yes? May I help you?"

"Sir, are you the mayor of this town?" I asked, holding the farming plan flyer in within his view.

"Oh, you must need my father. Goddess knows I would never put out such a foolish program. Farming… It's a thing of the past…" he looked a bit distracted as he droned on about how farming was a lost cause.

I spoke up, "Oh, quite the contrary. I'm from the city, this little town and farming would be a nice change of scenery for me."

He looked kind of funny at me, "Yes, yes… Well, Miss…"

"Angela," I informed.

"Angela. My father is out of town and should be returning on the 4 o'clock ship tomorrow. For now, you should just stay at the Inn. You did bring money?" he asked, as if I was some sort of idiot.

"Of course." I answered, trying to remain polite.

"Good. Go up to the lobby desk. There should be a lady with red hair there. If she's not there, ask for Jake or Colleen, but make sure it's them and not their daughter, Maya," he explained as if I were five.

"Why not Maya?" I wondered.

"It doesn't matter. Just go there. I suppose we shall talk again sometime, Angela. It has been a pleasure," he smiled for the first time.

"Thank you. Nice meeting you…" he closed the door, "Good bye…"

So maybe things would get a bit better later on. Maybe everyone wasn't like him. And he never even told me his name! How rude. Hopefully the rest of the inhabitants would act as if they'd been raised in some sort of fancy barn… I shrugged his impoliteness off and decided that it could've been worse. At least he gave me directions. Good directions…

I reached the lobby of the Inn. There was quite a bit of people there. I looked around the roomy lobby to find a young man in the kitchen. He was wearing a green apron and nice black pants with a white shirt. His strawberry blonde hair was pulled out of his face with pins. He looked nice. But just when I was about to go talk to him, the red headed lady I assumed was the one was supposed to talk to about a room to stay in called to me.

"Miss, is there something I can help you with?" she looked a bit confused at why I had been standing there in the doorway for so long… practically staring at the young cook in the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm sorry… Yes, I'd like a room, please?" I asked.

"Sure. How many nights do you need it?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm waiting to find out about the farming program," I answered as I arrived at the desk she stood behind.

"Okay. The rooms are 200G a night. That okay?" she wondered, noticing how young I looked.

"That'll be fine. Here's the 200G," I answered as I handed her the money.

She took the money to put in the antique cash register and started to lead me to my room upstairs. I looked over at the cook who seemed to be eyeing me a little. He jumped back to his cooking when he noticed my glance at him. There was something about him… I decided to try to talk to him when I had gotten settled into my room. But if I was going to get my own farm, there would be no need to get too settled.

Colleen and I climbed the stairs and walked to a door which she opened with a master key. She gave me the key to the room and left. I dropped my bags and plopped down on the bed. I had almost forgotten about why I left the city. But that didn't matter now. My life was here in Waffle Town and nobody would ever have to know exactly why I left. And honestly, forgetting my old home life wouldn't really bother me.

And without really meaning to, I fell asleep, exhausted from traveling. And even though the day hadn't gone as I had planned it in my head, it wasn't a complete failure. Not at all. But something told me that life in Waffle Town wouldn't be boring, even though Waffle Town wasn't even half the size of my hometown.

Just a notion, you know?