My first Fanfic~ Enjoy!

(Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or anything)

The sky was a gorgeous blue, spotted with white fluffy clouds. The weather was nice in spring, and Chelsea's turnips were actually growing. She sighed and glanced at the space where her barn and chicken coop were supposed to be. "Gee, thanks Gannon, for the lovely furnished buildings," Chelsea muttered. Then she walked down the path to Verdure Island, finished with her work for the day.

"Chelsea! Over here!" Elliot called waving at her from a distance. His nasally voice rang loud and clear through the silent morning.

Just ignore him, Chelsea thought, pretending she didn't notice him running at her. It was her 2nd year on Sunshine Islands, and she was usually good at making friends. For example, without trying she had managed to get Elliot to constantly annoy her. He was nice and all, but not exactly her 'type.'

Oddly enough, her best friends weren't exactly...normal. But before she went to visit them, Chelsea decided to go see Lanna, who was always caught up with the news of the islands. Speaking of which, here she came running down the path,

"Chelsea, hi!" Lanna sang in her high voice. She squeezed Chelsea and gasped. "Oh, Chels, you heard the news, right? There's a new villager! I was so excited because we never meet new people so I just had to find you and tell you and lemme tell you, I am out of breath because this morning, I was fishing when I heard the news so I had to shove it all it my bag and-"

"Lanna! Slow down. We have a new villager? Who is it?" Chelsea barely managed to squeeze in through Lanna's constant flow of words.

"Well..." She finally paused to think. "Maybe you should see for yourself. It's more exciting that way. Okay, catcha later!" She continued to practice singing, skipping away. Chelsea stared after the strange girl. If Chelsea was a cartoon, she would have a sweatdrop going down the back on her head. Of course, everyone was pretty weird in these strange islands.

Chelsea continued down the path past Taro's house and noticed something different. The plain, vacant house that was situated on the corner now had a purple roof with a large fork and knife above the door.

"Oh thank goodness, maybe it's a new restaurant!" Chelsea laughed. She was so tired of the same meal every day. She always ordered some sort of noodle dish at he diner because they were filling and cheap. When she first moved here, she had no money and Nick had offered her free lunch for a week. He was quiet, but very nice. Without him, Chelsea would have only had the herbs off the ground to eat. (Without animals, her budget was sort of low.) Chelsea walked up to the strange building and opened the door. "Hello?" She called.

It was a huge kitchen, full of pots and pans and other interesting untensils. The walls were lined with silver cabinets full of various spices and ingredients. "Maybe it's one of those fancy chinese restaurants where they cook in front of you?" She wondered.

"Ahh, hello!" A loud voice called out. Chelsea looked around, and saw nothing. Then, a blonde boy walked out from behind a door. He had long golden locks of hair, but he was unmistakingly a boy. But the more noticable thing was his tiny purple suit, complete with a top hat and long coat. Even his eyes were purple, which was very unusual. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Chelsea, still slightly shocked, stuttered,"Oh, u-uhm, I'm Chelsea."

"Chelsea, hm? I'm Pierre, the youngest chef from the famous Gourmet family!" He laughed. His voice was quite arrogant, but cute at the same time. She was slightly shocked at his figure;most Gourmets were rather...big from all the eating and cooking, whereas this young man was short and skinny.

"Oh. So...Is this your house? I'm so sorry for barging in, I thought it was a restaurant, and I'm starving..." Chelsea trailed off, interrupted by his hearty laugh.

"Splendid! I've been waiting to try a new dish! Come sit, and I will start on your meal right away!" Pierre smiled as he skipped off torward his enormous kitchen.