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This story was a originally started when I posted a story for people to add on, this is how much we've got so far. If you want to add on go to http://www.gamehelp.com/talk/gb/harvest_moon_3/page01.htm PLEASE AT LEAST REVIEW THIS STORY! It means a lot to me!
~A Harvest Moon Story-A unlikely Romance~
Sara gazed up into the mass of blue sky, the soft breeze moving through the grass in a rhythmic way, out in the lonely ranch dubbed "Green Pastures".
Shaking her head as she concentrated on her work, and started sprinkling turnip seeds over the small plot that needed care. After a while she was exhausted, the mosquitoes were nipping her, the sun was schoring, and she was just plain tired.
Jack passes by unwrapping his handkerchief around his neck with one hand while carrying a hammer in his other hand. He walks toward Sara, gives her the handkerchief, and looks into the afternoon sky. He thinks of Flower Bud Village and his friends there, but somehow, today he feels he doesn't miss them as much...
Jack's sudden ache for his dear beloved flower bud village had been blown away and replaced with Sara's cheerful face. But... Just then Sara screamed,"Jack! Come Here." Jack threw is hammer down in fear and dashed franticly to Sara. His heart jumping with horror, he managed to croak out,"Sara, What's Wrong." But to his surprise, Sara smiled one of those "Guess Who" smiles. "Wuhh, i said in utter confusion. She points down to the small plot she was digging in perpearation for planting. Jack peered into the earthen dirt and gasped in there was a treasure chest with initials J & F engraved in the wood..........
Jack's pet pig that was standing beside him formerly unnoticed also gasped in shock (but it was more of an "oink" to the untrained ear). Right beside the chest was a small human-like figure that looked like a shrunken miner holding a worn-out map. Jack squints in the near dark as the sun sets to find he was just seeing things. Jack sighs in relief and looks at Sara.
Sara laughed at him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Looking embarrassed, she ran back home, her pet cat following her. Jack at first looked bewildered, but then he smiled and picked his prize watermelon.
Sara sighed. Why had she been so stupid? Jack probably wouldn't do any good work now. "Oh, autumn, why am I so idiotic?" she questioned her pet cat, who replied, "Meow mew mew" (which meant "shut up and feed me"). Sara sighed again, when she heard Jack opening the door. Quick as lightning, she flew to her bed and pretended to sleep. Jack walked up to her, stroked back her messy hair and laid the watermelon on the bed. Sara's heart was thudding; maybe her really did like her! He had been saving that watermelon for the morning market, and had only gone near it to make sure it got the best care...and he was giving it to her!
Jack steps out of the house into the cold night air and thinks of going for an evening dip in the hot spa, which mysteriously got finished after he dug through it yesterday. He clears off the dirt on his trousers and gloves and looks up to a bright moon above him. As he heads to the spa, he wonders why Sara went to bed so early. "Could she be sick?" he thought. He runs back toward the house but suddenly finds Sara waiting for him at the porch underneath the glow of the bright night moon... She smiled, but as Jack opened his mouth to speak she hushed him by putting her finger on her lips and pointing to the storage shed. The little man Jack had thought he had seen earlier was creeping about quietly, holding a wild berry he had stolen. He dropped a chest he was carrying, and scampered off.
Jack walked slowly up to it, all his concerns about Sara gone. She followed, and together they opened the chest. Inside was a single note:
Remember the gift of love.
Below was a picture of a sheep. Jack frowned, but Sara just shrugged and left. Curious, Jack followed, and stayed hidden until Sara reached the cliff. She sighed, and took out a picture from her pocket. Unable to see what it was of, Jack left and went back to his bed. Before falling asleep, he looked at one of his photos from Flower Bud Village. It had a young girl in, named Eve, who was attractive and friendly. Surprisingly, he didn't miss her with an aching pang as he had before...instead thoughts of Sara's beautiful red hair and Blue dress drifted into his thoughts, and filled his sleep.
Sara came home, happily glancing at her photo of Jack. She had taken it when he was digging the hot spring, and he was smiling at her...a smile which filled Sara with so much emotion she was overwhelmed. Little did she know the bad news that would happen on the following day…"Cock-A-Doodle- Do", the rooster sung as the sun appeared upon the sky at dawn. Sara stirred and her eyes blinked in the sun's rays beating upon her lovely face. She shook her head in the warmth and got out of her bed and made it(she just can't stand a messy bed). Then gazing over to Jack's cavernous bed, she saw that he was already gone and up. "That jack" she thought fondly in her mind and shook her head in a way that quite plainly said her dislike of a messy bed. She then got dressed, with her trousers neat and plain, a white shirt tied in a not at one end and a handkerchief that was her mother's. .............................................
Meanwhile Jack had got up at the crack of dawn and something had................... to run to the village. He had seen his father's boat, and knew that was bad news. When he reached the harbor, his Dad walked up to him. "Son, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear this. You can come back!" Jack was shocked. Finally the jumbled feelings in his mind sorted themselves out, and he knew he loved Sara. But he couldn't disappoint his dad...
Meanwhile, Sara was getting worried. Jack wasn't anywhere on the farm. She also ran to the village, and saw Jack sitting sadly on a departing boat, labeled "Flower Bud Village Transport". All she could do was collapse and cry. Sara's eyes blurred with tears and she half sobbing dashed to jack's side. "Don't Go Jack! Please don't", she whispered to jack.
Jack looked in shock; he just did not know what to do. He loved Sara with all his heart and soul and would rather die than leave but on the other hand he did not want to disappoint his dad who I had always admired when he was little. Screwing his face he stumbled over to his dad (it was very difficult since Sara was clutching his arm in death grip). "My Dearest Dad, This is a hard decision, Please Understand My Feelings, Give Me Till dusk today" he said to his dad. His dad's face pulled up in a grin that was all to known, and replied "Okay, Son at dusk meet me at the docks and tell me your choice." Jack did a curt bow to his dad and griped Sara's hand and they headed of to the farm, their hearts heavy. What was............................................the final decision going to be? Instead of reaching the now familiar farmhouse and sheds, Sara led Jack to cliff. There they sat in silence, watching the sun slowly rise and set.
"Jack..." "Sara..." they both said simultaneously. Sara gave a weak smile, and embraced Jack. He kissed her passionately back. "Oh, Sara, we can't do this. We can't get too close." Jack sighed, his eyes going watery and red from the beating wind.
"I understand. Leave, Jack. I'll continue with the farm. I'll male you proud." Sara choked, and with one last kiss, left Jack, perhaps forever. Jack was left..................................... Confused and alone, Jack could not even think of moving from where he was. As if frozen to the ground, try as he may, his legs would not move. A familiar feeling came to his heart. He remembered hearing the news from his grandpa's friends when his grandpa passed away. He remembered being very sad and he wished with all his power that he could do something to stop what was happening. He remembered making a promise to revive his grandpa's farm, not only to rekindle a memory, but also to have his grandpa's life never end in the land that he loved dearly. He bowed his head and silent tears fell upon his cheeks. He remembered how he made the same promise to Sara. How much he understood what Sara's dream meant to her, and how much she meant to him. Jack realized at that moment how Sara is more than a dream inherited from her father. "It's not the dream I stayed for!", he said. I revived my grandpa's farm because I wanted to still be close to him. I stayed because I want to be with Sara forever...
Jack's legs started to move on their own. Running faster than he ever did in his life, he accidentally stumbles down the hill and lands on a crying Sara.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Please, I love you, Sara. You mean more to me than anyone in the world", he continued. "Please Sara, say something..."
"No, Jack. Your Dad loves you. I know that you must go."
"Never! Sara, I can't leave you." Sara frowned then smiled.
"You can, Jack. Look." she pointed to her tummy. While Jack looked, she gave him a push and shoved him off the cliff.
Jack's pig ran with his horse and they brought enough hay to cushion his fall. "Sara's weird!!" Jack thought. "But it doesn't matter now. I already told her how I felt and she did say she loves me.... she just has a weird way of showing it," Jack told his animals. He rode his horse up the cliff with his pet pig running close behind them. Sara was suddenly taken by Jack's persistence, which she didn't expect 'cause she really thought Jack cared more about his father than her. She was driven to tears about what she just did, so much that she fainted...
When she woke up, she was at the house, and Jack was coming in with a watermelon. It was the one he was saving for the morning market the next day. Jack went up to her and said, "This is for you." Sara smiled and said, " I had the weirdest dream... I want to ask you something," she said. "Did you want to talk at the cliff?" Jack replied. "NO! I mean no, please. Listen to me right now. I want... I want to stay with you forever. Do you feel the same way about me?" Sara said. Jack stared into her eyes, went on his knee and said "Sara, I didn't know.... But now that I do, it would make me even happier, if you were my wife!"
They got married that Sunday in elder's house and lived happily ever after since.
~THE END!~
Or is it....
A few weeks later, Jack stretched and yawned. "Okay, Honey?" enquired Sara. She had this funny smile dancing on her lips. Jack guessed at once. "You- you're...pregnant?"
Sara hugged Jack, and he went about looking after the crops and animals best he could. After that he ventured to the village and hopped on his boat. Once at the mainland he ran to the mall and searched all over for a baby bed...but could find one anywhere. "Aargh!" he shouted, attracting a lot of funny looks. Lyla walked up to him. "Uh...me and Billy...we used to be married. (I interrupt to say that as Lyla liked Billy and wanted to knit him a sweater, she later got married but then had a divorce for no particular reason). I've still got a baby bed somewhere, and I don't need it. Is that what you want?" Jack nodded happily, and followed Lyla home. "So...you and Sara are having a kid?" "Yeah." "Hope it doesn't ruin your farm or anything." Jack frowned, and kept quiet. "Well, here we are. It ought to be up in my attic. Lyla climbed up a ladder, while Jack looked round her room. It had a few meager possessions; a photo of her wedding, a photo of her pregnant...and a note from a diary, about how her baby had died. Jack suddenly had an eruption of feelings...just like the ones he had had for Sara a few hours ago, but stronger. I really need to get this sorted, he thought. Looking in the photo of her wedding, he knew where his feelings lay. Lyla was his.
The next day
Jack got on the boat again and sailed to the mainland. Lyla was there, with the baby bed, all ready to put on the boat. As she helped him lift it ("Oh, how strong she is, yet so pretty!" thought Jack) their hands slipped down the mattress, then across the pillow, then...they settled on top of each other. Lyla didn't move her hand. Neither did Jack. Lyla stared into Jacks eyes...
Raspy-berry-y.... and Jack stared straight back. They both grinned foolishly, and heaved the bed onto the boat. "Thanks, Lyla. Here, have this as a reward." Jack handed her his necklace...the moonstone one, the one he was saving for his wife. "Oh! It's beautiful! You can't give me this, it looks like a family heirloom!" "Oh, don't worry. It isn't that great, honestly. Keep it." "Thanks, Jack!" Lyla smiled at him, they waved goodbye and Lyla ran quickly back to the shop. Jack sighed happily. He guided the boat back to the island, and got Billy to help take it back. "Hey!" "What?" "This...this bed looks like...it looks like the one me and Lyla had..." "Uh.Um..." "Is it? Look, it even has the little burn mark where Lyla dropped a candle..." "Actually, err, it is. She gave it to me. Lyla." "Oh..." Billy didn't say a word on the way back. Jack cursed to himself on the way back. Billy abruptly dropped the bed when they reached the farm entrance and walked sullenly back to the village. Jack lugged the heavy bed into the house. "Jack!" Sara ran up and kissed him, and then clutched her stomach. "Ow!" "What? Sara, are you okay?" Jack wasn't at all worried, somehow. "Nothing. I'll be okay." Sara smiled weakly, and lay down in the bed (her bed, not the baby's one) and fell asleep. "You could have helped me!" Jack mumbled, and dragged the bed up to her bedside table. "Maybe I can trap her inside..."
The next morning, there wasn't any need for that. Sara just slept on, and Jack wasn't quite stupid enough to disturb her. He zoomed off to the mainland across the stormy waters (it was a heavy rain) to visit Lyla. All the shops were closed, but he knew the way to her house. It was down a beautiful winding lane, with hazel branches and cherry blossoms. Even in the rain it gave off a sweet scent, and he stopped to pick some flowers. He hurried on to Lyla's small cottage that fitted in with the scenery perfectly. He peered through the window. Lyla was sitting down, knitting on an old, antique piano stool next to an (not surprisingly) old, antique grand piano. It was a lovely scene, with a wooden staircase spiraling upwards and a fire blazing merrily in the grate. He walked up to the door, and lifted the heavy brass knocker. He let it go, and it hit a small button. A doorbell rang, and Lyla came to the door and looked through the peephole. "Oh, it's you, Jack." She opened the door, and invited him to warm himself by the fire. "So, what is it?" "Just came for a chat." and so they stayed chatting for a while on the sofa. Occasionally Jack would play a song on the piano, and Lyla would dance along. After the last time, Jack looked Lyla in the eye. "Lyla...I've got to be honest. I love you." Lyla stood there. Instead of looking shocked, she grinned wickedly. "I love you too, Jack." she whispered, and kissed him passionately. And now, lets just say we don't want to go into details.
Back in jack's house, Sara's is sleeping soundly while Lyla and Jack are having this discussion. Okay, Promise to cross your heart and hope to die! Lyla repeats jack's vow and dashes out the door when Sara starts sturing in her bed. Jack's mind whirled in mixed emotions. He loved lyla dearly but Sara.........how could he tell her his thoughts without breaking her sincere heart? He sat down by the fire's burning coals when...Sara woke up! She looked up into the sun's rays beating upon her waking face and she stood up in her bed (slowly cause she was pregnant) and saw jack looking very disturbed warming by their fireplace with flames cackling merrily. She hurriedly got dressed in her own dressing room jack had made for her birthday and walked over to jack who still was sitting. She said to jack in a worried tone, "What's Wrong" Lost for words jack stared dubiously into Sara's widing eyes, he was lost for words. How could he tell her ..........................
... ... ...The terrible truth? He gulped, swallowed and opened his mouth. "Uh...Sara...I..." "Mmm, what is it, Jack?" she had that sweet look on her face, a look that was as close to honey as possible. "I..." at that moment there was a knock on the door. It opened very slowly...and Billy stood there. "Sara!" he ran up to her, arms outstretched, when he saw Jack's furious eyes. "Uh..." "WHAT THE H*LL ARE YOU DOING???????" Jack screamed. Sara sat there, crying. "Well, I, uh..." he stood looking sheepish. Then Sara wiped away her tears and stood up. "Jack, you should know. You've been seeing Lyla, Billy told me!" "Sara...Jack...get back together. I was lying, Sara. I just wanted to be with you, after...after me and Lyla..." "Oh, thanks a lot, Billy. Now I'm carrying your child!" Sara steamed. What a weird day! Was all Jack could think for a while, until slow realization dawned on him. "YOU WHAT???????????????" he lunged for Billy, and wrestled with him (dramatic fist-fight music) until Billy lay panting by the phone. "Jack...." Sara started. Jack glared at her, and stalked out. Before he left, he shouted,
Okay, Promise to
To be continued………..
Credit: Sakuyamon (me) and all the ppl who wrote the parts in these stories, farming gal, and a countless others I will write in here later! Lets give them a applause! Claps
This story was a originally started when I posted a story for people to add on, this is how much we've got so far. If you want to add on go to http://www.gamehelp.com/talk/gb/harvest_moon_3/page01.htm PLEASE AT LEAST REVIEW THIS STORY! It means a lot to me!
~A Harvest Moon Story-A unlikely Romance~
Sara gazed up into the mass of blue sky, the soft breeze moving through the grass in a rhythmic way, out in the lonely ranch dubbed "Green Pastures".
Shaking her head as she concentrated on her work, and started sprinkling turnip seeds over the small plot that needed care. After a while she was exhausted, the mosquitoes were nipping her, the sun was schoring, and she was just plain tired.
Jack passes by unwrapping his handkerchief around his neck with one hand while carrying a hammer in his other hand. He walks toward Sara, gives her the handkerchief, and looks into the afternoon sky. He thinks of Flower Bud Village and his friends there, but somehow, today he feels he doesn't miss them as much...
Jack's sudden ache for his dear beloved flower bud village had been blown away and replaced with Sara's cheerful face. But... Just then Sara screamed,"Jack! Come Here." Jack threw is hammer down in fear and dashed franticly to Sara. His heart jumping with horror, he managed to croak out,"Sara, What's Wrong." But to his surprise, Sara smiled one of those "Guess Who" smiles. "Wuhh, i said in utter confusion. She points down to the small plot she was digging in perpearation for planting. Jack peered into the earthen dirt and gasped in there was a treasure chest with initials J & F engraved in the wood..........
Jack's pet pig that was standing beside him formerly unnoticed also gasped in shock (but it was more of an "oink" to the untrained ear). Right beside the chest was a small human-like figure that looked like a shrunken miner holding a worn-out map. Jack squints in the near dark as the sun sets to find he was just seeing things. Jack sighs in relief and looks at Sara.
Sara laughed at him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Looking embarrassed, she ran back home, her pet cat following her. Jack at first looked bewildered, but then he smiled and picked his prize watermelon.
Sara sighed. Why had she been so stupid? Jack probably wouldn't do any good work now. "Oh, autumn, why am I so idiotic?" she questioned her pet cat, who replied, "Meow mew mew" (which meant "shut up and feed me"). Sara sighed again, when she heard Jack opening the door. Quick as lightning, she flew to her bed and pretended to sleep. Jack walked up to her, stroked back her messy hair and laid the watermelon on the bed. Sara's heart was thudding; maybe her really did like her! He had been saving that watermelon for the morning market, and had only gone near it to make sure it got the best care...and he was giving it to her!
Jack steps out of the house into the cold night air and thinks of going for an evening dip in the hot spa, which mysteriously got finished after he dug through it yesterday. He clears off the dirt on his trousers and gloves and looks up to a bright moon above him. As he heads to the spa, he wonders why Sara went to bed so early. "Could she be sick?" he thought. He runs back toward the house but suddenly finds Sara waiting for him at the porch underneath the glow of the bright night moon... She smiled, but as Jack opened his mouth to speak she hushed him by putting her finger on her lips and pointing to the storage shed. The little man Jack had thought he had seen earlier was creeping about quietly, holding a wild berry he had stolen. He dropped a chest he was carrying, and scampered off.
Jack walked slowly up to it, all his concerns about Sara gone. She followed, and together they opened the chest. Inside was a single note:
Remember the gift of love.
Below was a picture of a sheep. Jack frowned, but Sara just shrugged and left. Curious, Jack followed, and stayed hidden until Sara reached the cliff. She sighed, and took out a picture from her pocket. Unable to see what it was of, Jack left and went back to his bed. Before falling asleep, he looked at one of his photos from Flower Bud Village. It had a young girl in, named Eve, who was attractive and friendly. Surprisingly, he didn't miss her with an aching pang as he had before...instead thoughts of Sara's beautiful red hair and Blue dress drifted into his thoughts, and filled his sleep.
Sara came home, happily glancing at her photo of Jack. She had taken it when he was digging the hot spring, and he was smiling at her...a smile which filled Sara with so much emotion she was overwhelmed. Little did she know the bad news that would happen on the following day…"Cock-A-Doodle- Do", the rooster sung as the sun appeared upon the sky at dawn. Sara stirred and her eyes blinked in the sun's rays beating upon her lovely face. She shook her head in the warmth and got out of her bed and made it(she just can't stand a messy bed). Then gazing over to Jack's cavernous bed, she saw that he was already gone and up. "That jack" she thought fondly in her mind and shook her head in a way that quite plainly said her dislike of a messy bed. She then got dressed, with her trousers neat and plain, a white shirt tied in a not at one end and a handkerchief that was her mother's. .............................................
Meanwhile Jack had got up at the crack of dawn and something had................... to run to the village. He had seen his father's boat, and knew that was bad news. When he reached the harbor, his Dad walked up to him. "Son, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear this. You can come back!" Jack was shocked. Finally the jumbled feelings in his mind sorted themselves out, and he knew he loved Sara. But he couldn't disappoint his dad...
Meanwhile, Sara was getting worried. Jack wasn't anywhere on the farm. She also ran to the village, and saw Jack sitting sadly on a departing boat, labeled "Flower Bud Village Transport". All she could do was collapse and cry. Sara's eyes blurred with tears and she half sobbing dashed to jack's side. "Don't Go Jack! Please don't", she whispered to jack.
Jack looked in shock; he just did not know what to do. He loved Sara with all his heart and soul and would rather die than leave but on the other hand he did not want to disappoint his dad who I had always admired when he was little. Screwing his face he stumbled over to his dad (it was very difficult since Sara was clutching his arm in death grip). "My Dearest Dad, This is a hard decision, Please Understand My Feelings, Give Me Till dusk today" he said to his dad. His dad's face pulled up in a grin that was all to known, and replied "Okay, Son at dusk meet me at the docks and tell me your choice." Jack did a curt bow to his dad and griped Sara's hand and they headed of to the farm, their hearts heavy. What was............................................the final decision going to be? Instead of reaching the now familiar farmhouse and sheds, Sara led Jack to cliff. There they sat in silence, watching the sun slowly rise and set.
"Jack..." "Sara..." they both said simultaneously. Sara gave a weak smile, and embraced Jack. He kissed her passionately back. "Oh, Sara, we can't do this. We can't get too close." Jack sighed, his eyes going watery and red from the beating wind.
"I understand. Leave, Jack. I'll continue with the farm. I'll male you proud." Sara choked, and with one last kiss, left Jack, perhaps forever. Jack was left..................................... Confused and alone, Jack could not even think of moving from where he was. As if frozen to the ground, try as he may, his legs would not move. A familiar feeling came to his heart. He remembered hearing the news from his grandpa's friends when his grandpa passed away. He remembered being very sad and he wished with all his power that he could do something to stop what was happening. He remembered making a promise to revive his grandpa's farm, not only to rekindle a memory, but also to have his grandpa's life never end in the land that he loved dearly. He bowed his head and silent tears fell upon his cheeks. He remembered how he made the same promise to Sara. How much he understood what Sara's dream meant to her, and how much she meant to him. Jack realized at that moment how Sara is more than a dream inherited from her father. "It's not the dream I stayed for!", he said. I revived my grandpa's farm because I wanted to still be close to him. I stayed because I want to be with Sara forever...
Jack's legs started to move on their own. Running faster than he ever did in his life, he accidentally stumbles down the hill and lands on a crying Sara.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Please, I love you, Sara. You mean more to me than anyone in the world", he continued. "Please Sara, say something..."
"No, Jack. Your Dad loves you. I know that you must go."
"Never! Sara, I can't leave you." Sara frowned then smiled.
"You can, Jack. Look." she pointed to her tummy. While Jack looked, she gave him a push and shoved him off the cliff.
Jack's pig ran with his horse and they brought enough hay to cushion his fall. "Sara's weird!!" Jack thought. "But it doesn't matter now. I already told her how I felt and she did say she loves me.... she just has a weird way of showing it," Jack told his animals. He rode his horse up the cliff with his pet pig running close behind them. Sara was suddenly taken by Jack's persistence, which she didn't expect 'cause she really thought Jack cared more about his father than her. She was driven to tears about what she just did, so much that she fainted...
When she woke up, she was at the house, and Jack was coming in with a watermelon. It was the one he was saving for the morning market the next day. Jack went up to her and said, "This is for you." Sara smiled and said, " I had the weirdest dream... I want to ask you something," she said. "Did you want to talk at the cliff?" Jack replied. "NO! I mean no, please. Listen to me right now. I want... I want to stay with you forever. Do you feel the same way about me?" Sara said. Jack stared into her eyes, went on his knee and said "Sara, I didn't know.... But now that I do, it would make me even happier, if you were my wife!"
They got married that Sunday in elder's house and lived happily ever after since.
~THE END!~
Or is it....
A few weeks later, Jack stretched and yawned. "Okay, Honey?" enquired Sara. She had this funny smile dancing on her lips. Jack guessed at once. "You- you're...pregnant?"
Sara hugged Jack, and he went about looking after the crops and animals best he could. After that he ventured to the village and hopped on his boat. Once at the mainland he ran to the mall and searched all over for a baby bed...but could find one anywhere. "Aargh!" he shouted, attracting a lot of funny looks. Lyla walked up to him. "Uh...me and Billy...we used to be married. (I interrupt to say that as Lyla liked Billy and wanted to knit him a sweater, she later got married but then had a divorce for no particular reason). I've still got a baby bed somewhere, and I don't need it. Is that what you want?" Jack nodded happily, and followed Lyla home. "So...you and Sara are having a kid?" "Yeah." "Hope it doesn't ruin your farm or anything." Jack frowned, and kept quiet. "Well, here we are. It ought to be up in my attic. Lyla climbed up a ladder, while Jack looked round her room. It had a few meager possessions; a photo of her wedding, a photo of her pregnant...and a note from a diary, about how her baby had died. Jack suddenly had an eruption of feelings...just like the ones he had had for Sara a few hours ago, but stronger. I really need to get this sorted, he thought. Looking in the photo of her wedding, he knew where his feelings lay. Lyla was his.
The next day
Jack got on the boat again and sailed to the mainland. Lyla was there, with the baby bed, all ready to put on the boat. As she helped him lift it ("Oh, how strong she is, yet so pretty!" thought Jack) their hands slipped down the mattress, then across the pillow, then...they settled on top of each other. Lyla didn't move her hand. Neither did Jack. Lyla stared into Jacks eyes...
Raspy-berry-y.... and Jack stared straight back. They both grinned foolishly, and heaved the bed onto the boat. "Thanks, Lyla. Here, have this as a reward." Jack handed her his necklace...the moonstone one, the one he was saving for his wife. "Oh! It's beautiful! You can't give me this, it looks like a family heirloom!" "Oh, don't worry. It isn't that great, honestly. Keep it." "Thanks, Jack!" Lyla smiled at him, they waved goodbye and Lyla ran quickly back to the shop. Jack sighed happily. He guided the boat back to the island, and got Billy to help take it back. "Hey!" "What?" "This...this bed looks like...it looks like the one me and Lyla had..." "Uh.Um..." "Is it? Look, it even has the little burn mark where Lyla dropped a candle..." "Actually, err, it is. She gave it to me. Lyla." "Oh..." Billy didn't say a word on the way back. Jack cursed to himself on the way back. Billy abruptly dropped the bed when they reached the farm entrance and walked sullenly back to the village. Jack lugged the heavy bed into the house. "Jack!" Sara ran up and kissed him, and then clutched her stomach. "Ow!" "What? Sara, are you okay?" Jack wasn't at all worried, somehow. "Nothing. I'll be okay." Sara smiled weakly, and lay down in the bed (her bed, not the baby's one) and fell asleep. "You could have helped me!" Jack mumbled, and dragged the bed up to her bedside table. "Maybe I can trap her inside..."
The next morning, there wasn't any need for that. Sara just slept on, and Jack wasn't quite stupid enough to disturb her. He zoomed off to the mainland across the stormy waters (it was a heavy rain) to visit Lyla. All the shops were closed, but he knew the way to her house. It was down a beautiful winding lane, with hazel branches and cherry blossoms. Even in the rain it gave off a sweet scent, and he stopped to pick some flowers. He hurried on to Lyla's small cottage that fitted in with the scenery perfectly. He peered through the window. Lyla was sitting down, knitting on an old, antique piano stool next to an (not surprisingly) old, antique grand piano. It was a lovely scene, with a wooden staircase spiraling upwards and a fire blazing merrily in the grate. He walked up to the door, and lifted the heavy brass knocker. He let it go, and it hit a small button. A doorbell rang, and Lyla came to the door and looked through the peephole. "Oh, it's you, Jack." She opened the door, and invited him to warm himself by the fire. "So, what is it?" "Just came for a chat." and so they stayed chatting for a while on the sofa. Occasionally Jack would play a song on the piano, and Lyla would dance along. After the last time, Jack looked Lyla in the eye. "Lyla...I've got to be honest. I love you." Lyla stood there. Instead of looking shocked, she grinned wickedly. "I love you too, Jack." she whispered, and kissed him passionately. And now, lets just say we don't want to go into details.
Back in jack's house, Sara's is sleeping soundly while Lyla and Jack are having this discussion. Okay, Promise to cross your heart and hope to die! Lyla repeats jack's vow and dashes out the door when Sara starts sturing in her bed. Jack's mind whirled in mixed emotions. He loved lyla dearly but Sara.........how could he tell her his thoughts without breaking her sincere heart? He sat down by the fire's burning coals when...Sara woke up! She looked up into the sun's rays beating upon her waking face and she stood up in her bed (slowly cause she was pregnant) and saw jack looking very disturbed warming by their fireplace with flames cackling merrily. She hurriedly got dressed in her own dressing room jack had made for her birthday and walked over to jack who still was sitting. She said to jack in a worried tone, "What's Wrong" Lost for words jack stared dubiously into Sara's widing eyes, he was lost for words. How could he tell her ..........................
... ... ...The terrible truth? He gulped, swallowed and opened his mouth. "Uh...Sara...I..." "Mmm, what is it, Jack?" she had that sweet look on her face, a look that was as close to honey as possible. "I..." at that moment there was a knock on the door. It opened very slowly...and Billy stood there. "Sara!" he ran up to her, arms outstretched, when he saw Jack's furious eyes. "Uh..." "WHAT THE H*LL ARE YOU DOING???????" Jack screamed. Sara sat there, crying. "Well, I, uh..." he stood looking sheepish. Then Sara wiped away her tears and stood up. "Jack, you should know. You've been seeing Lyla, Billy told me!" "Sara...Jack...get back together. I was lying, Sara. I just wanted to be with you, after...after me and Lyla..." "Oh, thanks a lot, Billy. Now I'm carrying your child!" Sara steamed. What a weird day! Was all Jack could think for a while, until slow realization dawned on him. "YOU WHAT???????????????" he lunged for Billy, and wrestled with him (dramatic fist-fight music) until Billy lay panting by the phone. "Jack...." Sara started. Jack glared at her, and stalked out. Before he left, he shouted,
Okay, Promise to
To be continued………..
Credit: Sakuyamon (me) and all the ppl who wrote the parts in these stories, farming gal, and a countless others I will write in here later! Lets give them a applause! Claps