A/N: Chapter 2
I don't own harvest moon.
Chapter 2
For Goddess's Sake
Chelsea
I wasn't going to lie to myself; I was actually pretty amused when Sabrina looked at me with a face of horror.
"You did what?"
I shrugged, trying to stop my shaky lips from forming a smirk. "The breeze feels nice up there. You guys should try it sometime"
"That's Chelsea for you" Lanna said giggling.
Natalie dusted off her apron and jabbed her index finger at me. "No kidding. Did she tell you 'bout her cow ride this morning? She even made me take a spin. Macy's a bumpy ride"
Julia leaned in, eyes full of interest with a childlike face. "Was it fun?" she asked with an equally childish tone.
We had all finished our parts in cooking- which was close to nothing when Pierre rushed in and saved Julia from sure downfall. So when Natalie managed to get the six of us assembled so early before the designated time, Pierre only asked us to lay out the utensils- hands cleaned thoroughly, inspected by the cook himself- and shooed us away. Shortly after, it sounded like a war in the kitchen, but we decided to settle at the table and not look, for who knew what he was doing. But we sat close, in case there was anything else wrong or we were actually needed, but it seemed like that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Natalie rested her chin on the palm of her hand, an amused look crossing her face. "Hate to admit it, but it was pretty fun"
Julia, who was sitting next to me, started to shake my shoulder. "Chels, I want to try next!" I could practically hear Sabrina's high pitched, demanding voice ringing now.
I was about to reply, but was cut off sharply by Sabrina's fist slamming down on the wooden table. "No way! Riding a cow is completely un-lady like! What would Elliot think of you then?"
Ding-there it is.
I cringed at the sudden force in Sabrina's tone, noticing that I wasn't the only one. Julia's eyes lowered. It made me feel a little sad inside, just watching her smile die down like that. "R-Right. Yeah… I have enough trouble gaining his attention…"
Natalie coughed off to the side, Lanna starting to play with her fingers. "Y-yeah Chelsea…" Lanna mumbled.
I frowned. I take back what I said about Lanna. I looked around the table of girls, Sabrina's arms crossed over her chest like she, the almighty, was right. Ever since Sabrina step foot on this island, it seemed like she wanted to take over. I actually remember the day I went to greet Sabrina at the beach when she was moving here. She looked around with that confident look, nose in the air like she inspecting the place. I was the only one who noticed she got here in the group, so I ran to go greet her myself. She looks kind of startled for a minute and put on that innocent face.
"O-oh! Hell-" I was starting to think she was nice, but then, in that split second, I swore she turned from innocent to snotty in that instant. "Wait, you're probably the help around here, aren't you? You know, you could fix yourself a little bit before meeting someone. Be useful and take this" she took this big suitcase and plopped it right into my welcoming arms, fixing her hair and acting like that nervous little girl again and going off to be greeted by Lanna and the others. I remembered my screwed up face with no belief of what had just happened.
It was later on when I learned that she'd look nice and innocent at first, but whenever she thought something was wrong, she'd make everyone turn against it just because of her money. I really did try to get along with her, but she made it hard to do with simple things like this. It was as if she was slowly turning the group into her groupies.
I stood from my seat, trying to change the atmosphere before I left. "I'm going to go help Pierre"
I headed over to Pierre, who was hunched over a pot, stirring the contents in it like he was some kind of witch making a potion. "Hey Pierre, need some help?"
He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off his creation. "I thought I told you to just sit tight?"
I sighed, failing to hide my discomfort. "Just please. Give me anything to do so I don't have to go back"
The glint in his eye sparked when he gave me a side glance, indicating I've also sparked his interest. He gave me a childish smile. "Fine, get some fish from the freezer"
I nodded and went to the small fridge next to the stove. The freezer was practically empty, with only a few ice trays and a package of meat. When my eyes couldn't find a fish in sight, I closed the small door of the freezer and went back to Pierre. I let my eyes take a look into what seemed to pique Pierre's interest the most.
"So, what's wrong?"
"Sabrina's getting everyone's spirit's down again, and I don't like it. By the way, there's no more fish"
"How?" he turned to look at me and left the ladle in the pot.
"Well, you did use the majority of it in the-"
"Not the fish, Sabrina"
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, she thinks cow riding is 'un lady-like'"
He scoffed. "That's sounds fun"
I smiled with understanding. "It is!"
He shook his head and took another peak at his stew, quickly looking back at me with hands in his pocket. "Well, listen to me Chels. It may not be lady like, but it's pretty Chelsea like. So in a guy's perspective, that's all you need to be. I may not understand how you girls talk, but it's the best I got" He pet my head, rather strongly for a chef. "You're a good kid"
I always found it odd how Pierre acted like that, despite how he looked like a five year old.
I laughed a soft laugh. "Thanks Pierre, you really sounded grown up just now"
He took a hold of his ladle again and started stirring, looking a little more arrogant. "I happen to be older than you. Now go and catch me a fish, this is my masterpiece we're talking about!"
I shook my head in high spirits. I guess my main lesson today was that looks can be deceiving. I passed by the table, Sabrina whispering and gesturing reverently as she was telling a story, letting everyone else catch up with the latest, yet useless gossip. I rolled my eyes and pushed through the door, revealing myself to the moonlight.
I decided that the beach would be good enough. There were lots of good fish I got from there, and Denny fished over there all the time so he must have a reason. The moon was up in the sky now, so the animal transporter should be coming soon. I hope I can make it in time so Pierre could finish his master piece.
Sabrina shouldn't make me worry so much. I never really was the type to fit in with the right crowd.
'Moo.'
My eyes traveled back to the Earth, lips forming a smile at what they saw.
Sabrina
Chelsea was only the underdog on this island. She may have raised this island, but I was going to make this island prosper with the mines. She was so odd, and she just didn't fit in with me and the rest. For one, she didn't even wear make-up. Weird, right? How exactly was she going to get the attention of any guy on this island?
When I was young, my mom said that the job of a girl was to be able to be a proper lady for her gentleman. For in return, the gentleman would shower you with you wanted.
But Chelsea worked out in the fields and wasn't a lady at all. There is just no hope for her. I tried, I really did. I tried to share my wisdom with her, but she never listens.
It's a good thing I got a hold of this group, because the rest of the girls seemed to be more morale. I'll just have to teach her how to be like us the hard way.
There was a loud sigh in the kitchen, and I turned to see what Pierre was on about. I walked to the chef, who had his head in the fridge and his arm digging through.
I put a finger to my mouth and gave a worried look. "Is something wrong, Pierre?"
Pierre came out with a wrapped fish in his hand. "Chelsea didn't look around enough. I should probably go and get her…"
He was about to leave, but I stopped him in time. "Uhm, Pierre, I think Chelsea will be fine. Plus, what if she gets a better fish? Then the stew will probably be better. Even though I'm sure you're stew is really good now"
I gave him my winning smile, and I could see a blush creeping up on his face.
It always works. This is how a lady is, Chelsea Evans.
Vaughn
"We have now docked at Sunny Island"
I was the only one who was going to Sunny Island.
By the time the boat had stopped at every destination possible, I was the only one left on the boat. I think my life is just getting wasted by the minute. I had finally made it to the bottom of the small boat, luggage in each hand. The greeter stood by the entrance of the boat, that creepy smile on his face like every stereotypical greeter.
I nodded. If I was going to see this guy every week, might as well try not to hate him so much.
That smile's making it harder than I thought…
"What about the animals?"
"Ah, yes, I will have to check back with you on that. Rest assured I will have a way for them to get to shore"
"Thanks" I tipped my hat at him and walked onto the wharf, every step making it squeak.
"Haha! Slow it down, Macy!" I turned to the sound of the screaming.
I raised an eyebrow. This was new.
A cow, a top class looking one at that, was carrying some girl on its back. She had long, brown hair that reached to the middle of her back, scattered and frizzy with a red bandanna tight at the top of her head. She looked like she had a small figure, so it was hard to figure out how she could stay on the back of a cow. She looked about my age, but on that cow, she looked like a five year old. I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a good look at her eyes.
Holy shit, does she have black eyes? No, dumbass, no one has black eyes. Then again, you got purple ones, so it's possible.
But after a while, I realized they were just a very dark blue. So dark, it blended in with the night.
How the hell…?
I cleared my throat and lowered my eyes, tipping my hat so I could avoid having to talk to anyone tonight. I was pissed enough, I didn't need someone making this night even worse. I was standing on the beach now, my suitcases right by my feet, only a couple feet away from the wharf. All I had to do was get the animals to Julia's, and I'm getting as much sleep as I want.
Because I said so.
"Macy! Pass me the fishing rod! Wait… Hah, never mind!"
'Moo!'
After a while of staring at the boat, I decided this was too damn boring.
Damn that girl for looking more interesting than a ship. My head turned in the direction where some dumbass thought a cow could hold things. But I had to admit, this cow seemed very responsive.
The weird girl looked like she was trying to fish, because she now sat on the sand, with the cow wiped out right behind her.
I grunted. So much for more interesting than the ship.
I turned back to look at the ship as it gently rocked on the rushing waters, hiding the moon with only it's rays shining from behind to prove its existence in the night.
This is taking too damn long… My eyes squinted. Wait… Is the boat…moving?
The girl was gone, and way out in the ocean there was a disturbance in the water. I knew my face was screwed up right now, because how the hell did this chick end up from fishing to drowning?
I looked back at the ship, which was moving incredibly slow, to the part of water that was didn't ripple anymore, letting out a small bubble. I clenched my jaw.
Damnit, which one… I could probably catch up to the ship and grab onto the-
'Mooooooooo!'
Oh damnit, Shut yer trap for Goddess's sake!
I ran, taking off my boots and hat, followed by my vest, lasso, gloves and belt. Those things would just weigh me down.
I held in my breath and jumped into the sea.
