[[Note: There is swearing in this story! I don't think it's enough to make it an M, but if it should be M let me know.
um. Just so you know. Never played Harvest Moon: Animal Parade... so... the characters will likely be out of character, and the geography will definitely be off _ I think I know enough about it from reading other fanfics to create a suitable one myself, though!
This story is Molly x Gill (well she's marrying him... so), and for Angela I haven't decided whether to make Angela x Chase endgame or Angela x Wizard. But both pairs will feature, so if you ship either of those ships, you might like this?
Hope you enjoy reading this story :)
edit: ah, thanks to the guest reviewer I realised I made a mistake whoops. But thank you for that! It has been edited :)]]
Falling in love with the son of the mayor of Harmonica Town had not been in Molly's agenda.
At least, Angela hoped it hadn't been.
She scowled at the ocean in front of her, standing on the deck of the ferry that was set to take her to Castanet Island and her sister's wedding. Gill is his name! Molly had told her during calls. It had been the first time Molly had mentioned him to her. He's ultra amazing, Angela, you'd really like him. I know you two would get along!
That had been two seasons ago. Angela's sister had moved to the island three seasons ago. And now they were getting married. Angela had stared in complete and utter shock at her phone upon being told that Angela! Gill and I are engaged! by an extremely buoyant and excited Molly.
It wasn't that Angela condemned her sister for falling in love- No, in fact, that was exactly what it was. Angela had fallen in love once, too. That love had consequently fallen to pieces.
"We're almost there," called the cheery captain. His name was Pascal; he'd introduced himself to her as she'd boarded, as she'd been the only passenger. Not many visited this island, apparently.
"Thank you for letting me know." She had indeed spotted the outline of the island on the horizon. The smallest of smiles stretched her lips; she hadn't seen Molly for three whole seasons. She couldn't wait to see her fraternal twin again.
It took another ten minutes for them to arrive and set down in the port. A quaint little town was spread out before Angela, and she considered it critically before shrugging and walking down the board walk after thanking Pascal.
"Angela!" Molly's voice burst out at her, and she spun around to see her fair-haired sister racing towards her, and they collided in a hug. Angela dropped her luggage onto the ground.
"Oh, God!" Laughter burst out of the darker-haired twin, laughter that had not appeared for quite a while.
"It's so good to see you!" Molly beamed. They clutched each other for a few moments more until Angela caught sight of a pale haired boy with shockingly blue eyes.
She drew away from her sister, eyeing the boy suspiciously. Was this Gill? He certainly looked like the descriptions Molly had given her.
"Hello," he said softly with a smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Angela. I'm Molly's fiancée, Gill."
"You're Gill?" She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, studying him. He stared back. He sure had guts.
"Angela, stop intimidating him." Molly laughed and shook her head. Angela smirked suddenly.
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, mayor boy. I'm just going to put it out there now - what kind of name is Gill? Did your father want you to be a fish?"
"Angela!" Molly threw up her hands in exasperation. "Angela, please."
To both their surprises, the pale-haired boy began to laugh. "It's quite all right, Molly. I originally felt the same, when I was old enough to understand the meaning of 'gill' and my classmates were old enough to tease me about it. But I realised it didn't really matter."
He put out his hand for her to shake, smiling faintly. "It's nice to be finally acquainted with you, Angela. Molly has spoken very highly about you."
"I should hope so." Angela eyed him some more, before shrugging. "It's nice to be acquainted with you as well, Gill. I approve, Molly." She shook his head, and somehow she found herself grinning at him.
Molly beamed. "I knew you would!" she exclaimed. She grabbed onto her sister's arm. "Let's go to the Brass Bar. I want to introduce you to everyone, and I want you to tell me all the gossip!"
She began to drag her sister - who had grimaced at the notion of having to meet many people - towards the centre of town. Gill followed obediently after them, carrying Angela's luggage.
"Molly? I'm kind of tired, so if I could just-," Angela faltered at the knowing expression on her twin's face.
"It'll be fine, Angela. You'll be fine. I swear." Molly smiled, and Angela gave a relenting sigh.
"All right." She hated meeting new people in large groups. She had the fear that something would go terribly wrong at those meetings, like it had so many times before.
They reached what Angela assumed to be the Brass Bar. Gill pushed open the door, beckoning for them to go in first. Angela, forcing a smile, began took a step inside, turning to glance at her twin, who suddenly looked alarmed.
"Oh, shit, Angela, wait, there's something I need to tell you before-"
"Molly! And this is Angela?" A cheerful blonde came skipping over to them, her bright voice ringing out in the bar. Her straight hair was up in a ponytail, and she had forest-green eyes that seemed to sparkle. She stopped before them, grinning widely. "I'm Kathy. It's so nice to finally meet you; Molly has told me great things!"
"Oh." Angela offered the girl a weak smile. "That's good. Yes, I'm Angela. It's nice to meet you too." She shifted uncomfortably.
"Kathy, hold on a sec. Angela, look, so there's this-"
"Ah, sorry I'm late, Molly." A male voice spoke out behind them. "But I'm here, right?"
Angela began to turn, and Molly cried out, "Angela, wait, don't-!"
Too late.
The feeling of falling consumed Angela entirely, her heart suddenly kicking into a sprint as she shuddered. Her chest became so tight that it felt like her breaths had to claw their way through her throat. Familiar violet eyes studied her in surprise as she stumbled backwards, hitting the bar behind her. No, he couldn't be here, this wasn't right-
"Angela-"
Fuck. Fuck. No, no, this wasn't happening, no no nononono
"Angela, please! Please, it's not him. Angela, it's not him. Okay?" Molly grabbed her arms, steadying her, calming her. Angela took a deep shuddering breath, glancing up into her sister's eyes. The colour had always reminded her of a combination of coral and rust.
She took a breath again, and glanced up at the familiar face.
It's not him. A wave of immense relief crashed over Angela. It's not him. They look so alike, though...
"Do I know you?" The boy's violet eyes narrowed slightly at her, considering her.
"She's only just met you and doesn't like you, Chase. That has to be a new record." Kathy smirked and tossed her ponytail. "I'll admit, though, I like her taste."
"Kathy!" Molly exclaimed. "Chase, this is my sister Angela. Angela, this is Chase, one of my good friends."
"I'll repeat: Do I know you?" Angela stiffened at the way he'd simply brushed off Molly's words. She didn't appreciate it when people were rude to her sister.
She stared back at Chase, narrowing her own eyes, aware of the people staring at them. "No. No, you don't."
"Then why did you act like you were terrified?" Chase took a step forwards, his voice demanding.
"Chase, it doesn't matter, okay?" Molly smiled weakly. "So, drop it."
"It's all right, Molly." Angela drew herself up, allowing a cold feeling to wash over her. She adopted a cool smile. "You merely looked like someone I knew, is all."
"Must have been someone fairly traumatising, from the way you reacted," he answered.
"That's enough, Chase," Gill scolded. "Stop bothering her."
Angela tossed her hair behind her shoulders, still smiling coldly. "Perhaps their face combined with yours was merely too horrifying for me to handle."
"Angie!" Molly sounded horrified. "Chase! Stop it! You've only just met each other!"
"Well, I think it's funny," Kathy announced, smirking.
"W-Why don't we just pretend that the last five minutes never happened? Okay?" Molly said desperately.
"Of course," Angela said. She had every desire for that to happen. Chase glanced to his friend, clearly having no intention of doing such a thing. But Molly shot him a warning look, and he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
And so they tried to forget that the previous few moments had occurred. Molly introduced her to everyone - something that she did not particularly enjoy - and told Angela about all that had happened since her arrival on the island. She'd been so happy, Molly told her, even more happy than she'd expected. She loved everything about this place. And she didn't want to leave.
Angela listened to all of this with the slightest of smiles on her face. That was all she had ever wanted: her sister to be happy. Well, that and something else, but that something else didn't matter any more.
"You girls want anything to drink?" A large, muscular man with a beard smiled at them; the bartender.
"No, thank you Hayden. By the way, I really appreciate you letting us use the Bar so early in the day. I know you don't usually open until four, so-"
"It's all right." The man, Hayden, waved a hand, a smile on his face. "You've really helped us out, Molly. It's the least that I could do."
Angela couldn't help but feel the oddest of pangs in her chest at this. Molly was really loved, then. No wonder she had no desire to leave. Angela only hoped that one day people would feel the same about her."
"Ah, there's one more person I really want you to meet, Angie." Molly stood, grinning at her sister, who smiled reluctantly back. "Two people, in fact. But don't worry, they're really nice. Or... one of them is. I promise you'll like them."
"A-All right, then. If it makes you happy." Angela smiled back, but a tiny bit of dread pushed its way into her heart. More people? "What about my luggage?"
"Gill will take it for you. He's such a gentleman!" Molly giggled.
"And who said that chivalry's dead?" They laughed together, and finally left the bar, with Molly waving and saying her goodbyes. Angela only muttered them; she hardly knew these people, after all. And suddenly she just wanted to go to bed.
Molly led her through the town and on for quite a while. Angela's feet were beginning to ache as they passed her sister's farm ("There's my animals! My pets take care of them for me, they're such darlings,") and ached even more when they arrived at the forest.
"Somebody lives in here?" she asked, eyeing her sister suspiciously. Molly nodded, giggling a little.
"This is Fugue Forest. Trust me, you'll like them. But... I think we'll visit them later. They're not the nicest of people to meet on your first day!" Molly grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the forest. Angela stared in wonder at all the life as they went; animals and plants of all kinds surrounded them. She'd always loved nature, despite everything.
They headed back towards the town, and arrived at a small house that gave Angela an odd feeling. Molly stepped forwards, knocking on the door. "Wizard? Are you there?"
It took a moment, but the door opened. With Molly blocking the doorway, Angela could only see the top of the stranger's head. Their hair was shockingly silver. Was it natural to have that colour? He was probably quite old, she guessed. Old, but quite tall.
"Of course, Molly." Yet, they didn't sound old?
"I'd like you to meet someone." Molly stepped back and to the side, smiling. "This is my sister, Angela."
She's been wrong.
A young man glanced at her, his tanned skin contrasting with his hair and his wondrously bright eyes. The contrast draws attention to the eyes, her old art teacher would have said. A technique many artists use.
"It's nice to meet you," she said, her mouth moving automatically. He was awfully pretty, his mismatched eyes only complimenting his other facial features. He certainly looked like a person from a painting. Surely no one could have hair like that, eyes like that, and a tattoo underneath their right eye that shimmered?
"It's... nice to meet you... too..." The man cleared his throat. "I'm... Wizard."
"Wizard?" Angela studied him carefully. "That's your name?"
"He refuses to tell me his real one," Molly said cheerfully. "But I'm all right with that. Wizard holds a certain mystique, doesn't it?"
Angela rolled her eyes and 'Wizard' chuckled lightly. It reminded Angela of chimes tinkling in the wind.
"And, he's a fortune teller! Isn't that awesome, Angela?"
"About as awesome as one that scams others out of their money." Her opinion of this man had suddenly dropped; as if he was truly a fortune teller.
Molly sighed. "I knew you'd be sceptical. Well, doesn't matter. It was good seeing you, Wizard."
"You too... Molly." He smiled at Angela, too. "You may not... believe me... but that's all right... I hope you like it here... Angela..."
"Thanks," she muttered.
Suddenly, she just wanted to go home. Maybe Molly wouldn't mind moving their wedding there...
"Again, I'll introduce you to the other person later. She's a bit of a spitfire, so I don't think you'd like to meet her right now. You look dead on your feet." Molly slung an arm around Angela's shoulders. Angela smirked.
"I feel dead on my feet. Thanks to you lugging me around all day."
Molly giggled. "You're welcome. You needed the exercise."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Angela demanded, hitting her sister softly in the arm. Molly giggled again.
"Would you like to stay at mine? Your other option is the Ocarina Inn, of course."
"Does Gill not live with you?" The idea of staying with them in the same house made Angela uncomfortable. Mostly because she could imagine what they did at night. Also, the idea of sharing a home with two people in love...
"Oh, he does. Are you worried about that?"
"I wouldn't want to intrude... I think I'll just stay at the Inn, for now." Angela smiled at her sister. "I did bring money, you know."
"Well, of course! I wouldn't expect anything less from a famous artist." Molly winked. Angela rolled her eyes.
"I write books, Molly-"
"Writing is an art!" her sister insisted. She grinned. "So, technically, my term was correct."
"Actually-"
"Okay, moving on!" Molly pushed Angela forwards slightly, and before she could retaliate the paler-haired girl pointed towards a building nearby. "See that building there? That's the Inn. I'll help you get checked in!"
They slipped into the building, with Molly calling out to the receptionist happily. By this time, Angela wasn't really surprised; Molly knew everyone.
"Jake! This is my sister, Angela. She'll be staying with you for a while." They headed over to the older man standing behind the desk. He smiled.
"Of course. How long will you be staying for?" he asked. "And I'm assuming it's a room for one?"
"That's correct. And... for now, put me down for a week." Angela smiled lightly at the man, who nodded. Molly's wedding was on Saturday, and it was currently Monday, which meant she'd be leaving soon after the wedding. She hoped Molly wouldn't mind.
"That's 700G. Would you like to make the payment now?"
Angela blinked. "Does the price include all accommodations?"
"You mean breakfast and such? Yes, of course."
Angela couldn't help but think it was awfully cheap. She turned to glance at her sister, but Molly was chatting to a young blonde girl. Angela briefly remembered meeting her at the Brass Bar.
Shrugging, she turned back to Jake. "All right." She fished out an 1,000G note from her pockets. "Um, you can keep the change."
Jake's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"
"Quite." She smiled again.
"Well, all right. Here are your keys and your receipt. If you need anything, just call." He gave her a wave as she returned to Molly's side.
"Are you done?" her sister asked. Angela nodded, glancing at the girl. What was her name? It began with an N, didn't it?
"Hi!" the girl said cheerfully. "We met at the Brass Bar! I'm Maya, just in case you didn't remember. That's my dad you were talking to just there. My parents own this Inn. It's quite nice, isn't it?"
Ah, the cheerful, talkative kind. Angela formed an awkward smile. N, M... she had been close enough.
"Yes, it is. I'm sorry, I'll be heading up to my room. I'm quite tired from my ferry journey-"
"Of course." Molly nodded, her eyes shining. "It was really good to see you, sis. Three seasons is far too long."
"Agreed." They hugged (well, Molly put her arms around Angela, whom patted her sister's back awkwardly). "Hold on, where's my luggage?"
Molly's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit, Gill probably still has it! I'm really sorry, Angela. How about you just go to your room, and I'll go get your things." She smiled, a somewhat fond, distant smile upon her face. "Gill won't mind..."
"Ah, thank you, Molly." Angela scratched her neck absently. "I'll... just head up, then."
God, she felt uncomfortable. Was she supposed to feel this awkward around her sister? No, it was probably just Angela... again...
She fled to her room, inserting the key quickly before collapsing onto her bed. What a tiring day. She hadn't even done anything worth getting tired over, but the sight of... him had just given her mental exhaustion.
She didn't want to see his face again. Chase, was his name. He seemed all right, himself, but she wouldn't be able to stand looking at him without being reminded of the other boy. She refused to mention his name, but it lingered in the back of her mind.
She curled into her side and tried not to remember him.
God, did she wish she couldn't remember him.
[[haha... so since I've never played HM:AP I don't know what any of the character's houses look like. So... I'm going to either make stuff up or avoid mentioning it at all.
Hope enjoyed the first chapter! I didn't mean for it to get so long... D:]]