AN: So here's chapter 2. Looking over chapter 1, I can already see some errors here and there, and I apologize for those and any in this chapter. This chapter is a lot more dialogue which is what I enjoy writing the most. But it's also lots of introduction which can tend to get boring, so . . . yea. I'll get to writing the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! Also, reviews are greatly appreciated. :D

"You've got plenty of time for sleep later!" Angela yells from the other side of the door.

"Fine. I'm getting up." I yell back. Rolling out of bed, I take a glance at the mirror. My hour long nap didn't do too much harm to my hair which I gently run my fingers through anyway. I open he door.

"So, time for you to meet some people"

"What?"

"You heard me. We're going to the bar, right now."

"Shouldn't I change first?"

"No need," she replies as she grabs my hand and drags me out of the house, past the tabby, and down several stairs until we're at the bar. We enter.

"Welcome to Harmonica, Molly!" a cacophony greets me, and I try to take in everything I see. A kitchen, a stage, some tables, and lots of people wearing lots of smiles. Amongst the crowd, I can spot a rainbow of hair colors. It can't be natural . . .

"Molly!" the only familiar voice yells.

"Yes!" I reply having been shocked out of my fixation on the colorful hair surrounding me.

"This is Gill." motioning her hand towards the platinum blonde who somehow joined her side.

"Nice to meet you." I almost yell over the buzz of the crowd which seemed to chatter as they watched Angela and me.

"You too." He seemed nice enough, certainly cute enough. I would describe him as polished which seemed to fit Angela. An orderly pair. Looking at them together, they looked perfect. Grinning about how everything is perfect, I see Angela bringing two girls over next.

"This one is Candace." blue, got it.

"Umm, hi." she says in a barely audible voice. The quiet type. She seemed to feel quite awkward, unused to talking to and meeting new people.

"And this one-"

"I'm Luna" pink one cuts off. She's short and very cute. Kind of rude, though. She glares at Angela and walks off.

'Wow,' I can't help, but think to myself. 'Someone who doesn't fawn over my sister. I wonder what her problem is.'

"And this one-" Angela continues to introduce what seems to be every young adult on the island. The quiet fisherman who is dating the rancher girl. The doctor who is married to farmer's daughter. The adventurer dude. The priest. The blacksmith's apprentice (this island has a blacksmith?). The horse-lover. The inventor girl. The chef and his on-and-off waitress girlfriend. The slut, I mean, dancer (didn't like her too much).The jeweler. And the carpenter.

With introductions out of the way, I finally asked my sister if she had invited everyone on the island.

"Well, yes, but not everyone came. My friend in the forest . . . Well, let's just say she doesn't like to leave the forest. And Gale didn't come."

"Who?"

"The wizard," she replied casually as if it was as normal a thing to say as hello or goodbye. "I'm gonna leave you to talk., 'kay?" She then ran and greeted Gill with a hug.

"So, Molly?" I'm met by striking blue hair and smile that could make the Cheshire Cat jealous. I recognize him as the carpenter I had just been introduced to.

"Oh! Hi, it's Luke, right?"

"Correct! You look a lot like your sister, you know that?"

"That's what people tell me."

"You must get sick of hearing it then."

"Not really. I really like my sister."

"Wow. Well, let's hear a little more about you. It is your party." His face looking eager. A couple of people have picked up on our conversation, and also seem to wait for a reply.

"Where should I start?" I manage to say. All the attention has started to get me staring at my toes. I've never been much of a socialite.

"Hmmm . . ." I can almost hear the gears turning in his head as he tries to think of something. "Why not your favorite color?"

I don't really have one, but my mind flashed back to the tabby in front of my house, so I called out "Orange!"

"Cool!" Another pause for thought, then he excitedly asks, "What about your opinions on mayonnaise?"

I look up from my feet to meet his face to try to find out where that question might have come from, but all I see is puppy-like anticipation for my answer. "Ummm . . . It's good on sandwiches."

We continued to talk like that. He asked off-the-wall questions, and I slowly came out of my shell answering each one, laughing the whole time. It was easy to feel comfortable around him. My sister left with Gill early. Deciding not to linger on that thought, I said my goodbyes and headed back up the stairs. Before entering my house, I bent down to pet the tabby. My eyes wandered to the right to a man walk out of his house. I hadn't seen him at the party, so it could only be the wizard. He certainly looked the part. It was too dark to get a good look at all his features, but as he turned to my direction I smiled and waved. He didn't seem to noticed and instead of responding, wandered off. I didn't want to stare, so I put down the kitten and went inside to meet my bed once more.