Author's Note: This story is based on the HM: FOMT and MFOMT for the GBA and a slight mixture of HM: BTN for the PS with some changes. I do not own the Harvest Moon franchise. I only own my characters, Meadow Farm and the animals on it. (The italicized lines are mostly thoughts and a few of them are diary entries and letters.) This is the first fan fic I've written.

My Characters are:

Matthew Lorren (Matt for short): Jack

Amy Winthor: The girl you play in MFOMT.

Henry Lorren and May Winthor: Amy's parents.

Alex Lance: Amy's ex-boyfriend and a few others

Chapter 1: Matt's Unexpected Visitor

Spring is in the air. One fine early spring morning, Matt woke up at 6 o'clock sharp. He went into the bathroom, took a long bath, combed his auburn hair, washed his face, brushed his teeth and shaved. Taking a towel, he wrapped himself with it. As he re-entered the bedroom, he took out his clothes from his chest of drawers, dressed into his white shirt, denim jeans and brown boots.

After he had dressed, he looked at a picture frame on his bedside table. It was a picture of a strong man in his mid-thirties holding his young son in his arms while an old man stood beside them near the entrance to a farm, Meadow Farm. From what anyone could see, the three looked extremely alike.

He smiled and walked into the kitchen and dining room. He found Karen, his wife, sitting at the dining table, playing with Marc, their baby boy, who was enjoying it as they heard his giggles. At that moment, Matt cheerfully made a hearty breakfast for his wife and himself, and warm milk for Marc in the kitchen. He served it at the table.

"Thank you, Matt Dear!" Karen spoke softly as she fed Marc, who suckled the hot milk ravenously.

"You're welcome, Honey!" He kissed her softly on the cheek.

Suddenly, they heard happy barking outside. Matt went out through the door to check what was going on. He whistled for Luna, his dog, who bounded, leaped into his arms and was licking his face. A soft spring wind blew gently.

Matt put Luna down. He scanned his prosperous farm when he noticed a beautiful, young lady, standing near the white wooden fences. She wore a light blue-green coat over a white shirt and jeans, which gave a faint outline of her shapely figure. Her brown leather boots were quite dusty, he deduced, because of travel. A leather rucksack was slung on her back while she held a traveling bag in her right hand.

She had wavy, golden yellow hair, fair skin and stunning, sapphire blue eyes. He smiled. She approached him gracefully. Amy Winthor was not a very shy young woman.

"Amy! How nice to see you. What are you doing here?"

"I came here for a visit!"

Matt suddenly felt he had missed her very much. He embraced her. Amy simply smiled.

"Matt Dear, who is it?" Karen's voice came out from the open door.

"It's Amy, Honey."

"Amy!" Karen hurried outside, holding Marc in her arms. "Amy, it's a pleasure to meet you. Come in, come in."

"It's nice to meet you too, Karen but I could not impose. You two must be very busy."

"It's alright." Karen said. Matt nodded.

Amy saw Marc, who gurgled. "Hello, little one." Amy sweetly smiled as she bent down and looked at him closely.

"This little one is Marc." Karen held Marc out to Amy. Amy took the little baby in her arms. Marc seemed to like being with her as he snuggled closer.

"He's such a sweet little boy. He looks just like you, Matt." Amy gave Marc back to Karen.

"He does? I never realized that. I thought he looked more like Karen."

"Oh, Matt Dear, I told you, he looks more like you."

"Well, anyway, I have to go." Amy said.

"Amy, wait, why not stay for breakfast at least?" Karen suggested.

"Oh no, I could not, I'm already very full from my meal at the Inn." Amy sincerely smiled.

"Alright, Amy, but do you need a guide to show you around town?" Matt suggested.

"Oh, I shouldn't impose, Matt. You're busy with work on this beautiful farm."

"Oh, I'll go with you, Amy. If it's alright? I need to buy some groceries anyway." Karen said.

"Oh, that would be wonderful." Amy said.

"Okay, I'll see you later at about 10:20?" Marc was gurgling in his mother's arms.

"Alright." Amy bade them farewell and went in the direction of the Inn, walking on a cobblestone road.

She was deep in thought when she bumped into someone. "Ouch." Amy looked at the person she bumped into. He was a pleasant looking young man with carrot orange hair. He wore glasses and a work apron over a green shirt and blue jeans. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Amy apologized.

"It's okay." He said. "Well, see you." He went past her, his arm slightly brushed against hers. Amy headed for the Inn.

"Hello." A red-headed, kind-looking man wearing a bartender's vest stood behind the counter.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Doug." Amy greeted. "Call me Doug, so what can I do for you today?"

"May I have a room?"

"Of course, the door to your room is near the stairs, you can't miss it." He handed her a key.

"Thank you, Doug."

As Amy ascended the stairs, a good-looking young man with long brown hair descended. He looked at her.

"Hello." Amy greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Uhh...Hello." He grew slightly red. "Well…I have to go." The young man continued his descent down the stairs.

"Young men here are…strange." She thought as she headed up to her room and unlocked the door.

The room was simple with three soft double beds covered with light green sheets. with bedside tables. Pleasant curtains hung by the windows. There a light green carpet and a side-table. A vase was on the table, filled with pretty moon drop flowers. A table with four chairs stood by the bottom, rightmost corner of the room. A swirling fan & lamp hung on the ceiling.

A door stood near the table probably lead into a bathroom. Amy smiled, appreciating the simplicity of the room as she sat on the nearest bed. She put her bag near her bed and took off her rucksack as well as her jacket. Opening her rucksack, she took out a small, pocket-sized digital camera. "Hmm, I might be able to get some pictures while I'm here." She put the camera back in the rucksack, took out her wallet then put it in her pocket. She then put the rucksack away under the bed and slowly laid herself on the bed. Her head landed on the pillow. "What a soft bed…" Amy sighed contentedly.

She remembered her life in the city: living alone in an apartment after moving out of her parents', no, her Mom's house, coming home from work to no one, living a life of habit and nothing exciting.

Suddenly, Amy remembered when Matt was still living in the city. Life was a lot better in the city then. "I even had a crush on him for a short time..." Amy giggled. The moments she and Matt shared were nice…but it was not what they both wanted: they were cousins.

Amy knew during that time that one day Matt would meet the woman of his dreams and have a family of his own but she never thought that life was for her, ever since he came along.

"I don't want to end up like that again…" Amy thought grimly. "I'll never let anyone hurt me again." She thought so deeply that she forgot the time till her watch rang. She looked at it. "Oh my, it's already 9: 50."

Amy, not wishing to lounge much longer, stood and put her jacket back on. She left the Inn, saying a quick goodbye to Doug. She walked towards the farm when she came across the blacksmith's shop. Loud shouting could be heard coming from the inside. Because of her curiosity, Amy entered the shop.