A/N: Okay so this is basically a simple two-shot that I've made for this Valentines Season using my all time favorite couple Cliff x Claire. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! :D R&R PLEASE :3

Disclaimer: I will never own Harvest Moon *sulks in corner*


Cliff crumpled the peace of paper on his hands.

"Ugh..not good." he grumbled shooting it perfectly on the trash bin nearby. Gray, who was lying on his bed, arched an eyebrow at his friend.

"Dude, you've been doin' that for hours now. If you keep up, maybe you'll finally beat me at basketball." he chuckled lightly trying to break the ice with the young vagabond. Unfortunately, Cliff wasn't amused and continued scribbling on another piece of paper. Gray sighed heavily and stood up. "What are you doin' anyway?" he asked taking a peek past the brown man's shoulder. Cliff frantically covered it with all his might.

"It's private!" he yelled sweating unconsciously. Gray chuckled.

"You don't have to hide it Cliff. Are those love letters?" he asked, a sly grin on his pale face.

"NO THEY'RE NOT!" he declined turning around dumped all the papers on the trash bin. Gray chuckled again. Cliff scowled at him and lied on his bed.

"It's almost Spring Thanksgiving. Who you gonna give your cookies too?" he murmured quietly. Gray raised his brows. He almost forgot about the date. Tomorrow was Spring Thanksgiving. The time of day where boys give homemade chocolate to the girl he likes. Gray scratched his head.

"Well...it's pretty obvious that I'm gonna give 'em to Mary.." he answered as quietly. Cliff moved his head to take a look at Gray. He was red as ketchup. Cliff grinned. Gray saw his friend grinning at him slyly and rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, Cliff. Like I'm not the only man who blushes over a girl. You practically blush when you talk to anyone!" he exclaimed throwing him a small pillow lightly. Cliff chuckled.

"THAT was when I first came here." he pointed out, throwing it back. Gray gave him another sly smile.

"Back when before you met Claire?" he asked teasingly. As Gray predicted, Cliff blushed tremendously.

"Sh-shut up!" he yelled covering his face with another pillow. Gray snickered.

"Dude, when will ya tell that farmer about your feelings? I mean, the girl's totally too dense to find out!"

"I'llf ftell fher wfhen, I'llf ftell hfer!" came a ruffled reply.

"And when is that?" Gray asked, snickering lightly.

Cliff shot up. "I DON'T KNOW OKAY?" he fumed. Gray, unaffected by his friend's sudden fuming, rolled his eyes and folded his arms. Cliff stopped fuming.

"I'm not like you. You and Mary have been good friends. And you visit her everyday. But me and Claire? She's always busy. And..I just can't make a conversation with her." he mumbled toying his fingers. Gray sat on his bed.

"Boy, I wish Kai was here." he murmured placing a hand on the vagabond's shoulder. Cliff arched an eyebrow.

"His good with this lovey-dovey stuff." he answered.

"Aaah." Cliff responded, nodding slowly. Gray shrugged and flopped on his bed.

"Well I'm exhausted, and I've got cookin' to do later. So I'm takin' a nap. What are your plans for the day?"

"I dunno. Guess, I'll go and make the cookies now. But..where can I cook 'em?" Cliff asked rubbing his back awkwardly.

Gray grinned slightly at his question. "Dude, why don't use the Inn's kitchen? I'm sure Doug and Ann will let you. They'll understand." he said as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his signature hat. Cliff thought of Gray's idea. He never used the Inn's kitchen before, but he was sure that he could at least cook a bunch of cookies. So, he patted his friends shoulder, signaling his departure and went out to the first floor of Doug's Inn. The place was empty, other than Harris who was sitting on his usual seat and usual drink and of course Doug, who was cleaning an empty glass. Cliff murmured a small hello to the policeman and sat infront of the corner.

"Afternoon, Doug." he greeted, giving him a small smile.

"Afternoon, Cliff m'boy! You need anythin'?" he asked, with his usual gruff voice. Cliff fidgeted a little shyly and uncomfortably on his seat.

"Well, um..I was wondering if I could use the kitchen? F-for bakin' some cookies.." he asked stuttering. Doug chuckled at the boy.

"But of course, Cliff. Anything for Spring Thanksgiving." he chuckled. Cliff laughed half-heartedly.

"Thanks, Doug. I owe you won." he thanked and entered the kitchen. Doug gave him a friendly smile and continued cleaning his glass.

Cliff began baking his cookies, hoping it would turn out right. He didn't want to get humiliated in front of Claire. The first person who tried talking to him like they were best friends since childhood. And he was thankful to her for that. She was also the first person to ever break into his heart. Which was a difficult task. So he was hoping that the cookies would turn out right not only so that he won't be humiliated, but to also show her his feelings.

Cliff smiled as he patiently waited for the cookies to bake.


Oh yes I know, it's pretty plain. I have no ideas in my head, and I wanted to make tribute this valentines, and it's also been a while since I've used Cliff x Claire. So please bear with me and I hope you watch out for the next chapter! :D